A West Wing postscript...

I'm not going to be an official "West Wing" site, or anything quite that dramatic, but if you don't watch that show -- you should. Actually, on second thought... it's probably too late. If you haven't watched it by now, I can't possibly catch you up. BUT for those of you who do watch: I rarely understand all the foriegn policy stuff... and sometimes the domestic plots confuse me... but what I really don't get is why Josh and Donna can't get it together!!.. I mean really. I think four seasons or whatever it is.. is enough foreplay already! The other side of me now counters with: If they DID get together, it would be less realistic, and there would be little point in watching anymore. But still. If I were them, I'd be depressed.. In fact, who are we kidding?? I AM depressed. More on that later, I'm sure. But for now: Bradley Whitford, if you're reading this blog... I appreciate the fact that you're from Wisconsin, and you are BY FAR my favorite thing to watch on TV... but your character is starting to piss me off a little, and I thought you should know. Now that does not mean I'm breaking up with you, or giving up in any way.. I just wanted you to know I don't like the direction Josh is going in, and .. well.. that's all.

This is by FAR the geeky-est I have ever been... Except for the day my family purchased the Lord of the Rings Trilogy Trivial Pursuit, and I made Rebekah play me four or five times in a row. I schooled her shamefully, but it was definitely not my most "cool" moment -- probably right up there with posting a message to Bradley Whitford on my blog. Oh well. Let's blame the late hour and the vicodin, shall we?