Rambling.

I've hit a blog block.

There are many, many unposted, saved blog entries sitting in the wings. I can't seem to finish, or feel satisfied, with any of them - so forgive me but, I'm going to ramble in the hopes that I come across my groove again.

Mostly, I've been spending a lot of my interweb time reading other people's blogs. Many of them are informative, articulate, clever. Not a lot of naval gazing - which mine tends to be, sometimes. Just how interesting is my lint, really. Not very. I don't think, anyway. So between all my work writing, I've been trying to muster up something clever and intelligent to say... I will say, that the old gray cells seem to be pretty tapped these days. Pre-tay, pre-tay, PRE-tay tapped. Pretty tapped.

Hmm.

I've fallen in love with writer/creator Jonathan Ames' Bored to Death. It's a delicious comedy with a sprinkling of noir, and chock full of clever dialogue sandwiched with very simple, palatable plot-lines. The lead, Jonathan (aptly named after the creator) is a frustrated writer-gone-illegitimate private dick. Most episodes so far follow his "case of the week" - though this show is far from procedural. Lots of twists and turns, and I like that our lead is involved in each of them.

Ted Danson's character in particular is a real treat to watch - a self indulgent man-child, who is dependent on Jonathan for everything from marijuana procurement to advice on how to attempt a bi-sexual experiment.

That would be my top pick from the new lineup this fall. I am enjoying Glee, though I feel it's suffering from a few hang-ups... Community has funny moments, but it doesn't feel like it's found it's groove yet. Have yet to see Modern Family (it's waiting in the machine) but I've heard good things. FlashForward has piqued my curiosity - have only seen two episodes so far, but will keep watching for now. Parks and Rec finally hooked me in; it felt too similar to The Office last season, probably mostly due to the format, but it feels like it's own entity so far this year.

Ramble ramble.

Going to attempt to bake a blueberry pie this weekend, between the mountain of gigs I've found myself in the middle of.

Show's going well. I'm at a point of hurry up and wait, so there's not much to say.

Pants. Who needs 'em.