Tonight is the return of The O.C., and I have to say…dilemma! It’s on the same time as Grey’s Anatomy AND CSI, which in our house means it’s in third place automatically. Frankly, I got a little frustrated with the show last year: it seemed like it was all about getting people together, then splitting them apart, over and over again. But I was shocked by Marisa’s death, which I think could really shake things up as well as force them to approach all of the characters in new ways. But still! Thursday at 9? Not good. Meanwhile, I am refusing to accept that Studio 60 has been canceled until I hear it officially, i.e. on Google News. (Okay, so maybe that’s not always entirely official, but whatever.) So far all I’ve read is that it’s RUMORED to be getting the ax. Is this denial? Probably. But I prefer to call it optimism. I want to believe!
In other news, it’s November second today, and positively balmy here: 57 degrees as I write this, in the upper seventies yesterday. We had a bonfire for Halloween and it just felt strange because it WAS NOT COLD but actually kind of tepid and temperate. Even I can admit that Halloween is supposed to be a bit chilly: not so much that you have to wear a coat over your costume, but enough that your mom wants you to. Here, it was like Florida weather. So strange. However, my crockpot macaroni and cheese, which I made from a recipe I got from both my friend Courtney and this fantastic site was GREAT. I highly recommend it. We also had cheetos, wine in cups, veggie hotdogs, corn bake and, yes, brownies. Classy, right? But even with the warm weather, it was really, really nice.
Now, I’m looking forward to a new month. I’m also wanting inspiration, so I added a Buddhist Quote of the Day to my Google Homepage. Usually I just read them, ponder, then move on. But this one, today, made me really think: “I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. ” Wait, I thought…isn’t that the Beatles? Indeed it is. I guess its not just the Buddha who can offer up enlightenment. Still, there are worse things to meditate to than a little John, Paul, George and Ringo. Right?