Almost a week since i last updated...i took a few days off from work and had myself a nice four day weekend replete with rock'n'roll shows, scary bars, lazy brunches and afternoon BBQ's
oh yeah, and the season finale of Six Feet Under.

I must say I think that was quite possibly the best episode ever. Great in-depth scene with Keith & Richard. Ruth getting married and Claire buying her those lovely earrings. Claire and her father. Claire and Nate. Nate freaking out. Brenda and the horn player. The mystery of Lisa. Overall it was funny and sad and dark and disturbing all at the same time - classic Six Feet Under. A couple of things in particular, however, really got to me. The scene with Claire & Maya dancing. Nathanial curled up in a corner, crying...it was these tiny but incredibly profound moments that really got to me - I was a wreck by the time it was over. Just emotionally ripped-apart. Crying.

And now we have to wait until who-knows-when for the next season...

Speaking of TV - but not of the good variety - last night I got sucked into watching NBC's "For Love or Money". I'd like those two hours of my life back please. I don't know why I watched the whole thing - it was hypnotizing in a horrid, mind-sucking sort of way. Basically it's just yet another show - like "The Bachelor" and "Joe Millionar" before it - that's set out to promote a negative image of women by playing up the catfighting, back-stabbing, gold-digger stereotype. Sadly, none of these women were even remotely interesting and the guy? Slimey as all hell and with a really annoying voice. When he wasn't giving each woman the full-body once-over (he did everything but check their teeth and nails) he was saying nearly identical things in an oily voice to each woman. This guy's supposed to be a smart, studly, sailboat-lovin' lawyer and he can't think of anything more original than "I really like your dress"? He said this to each woman. He also said a lot of other stupid things in his creepy voice - he reminded me of an arrogant post-frat boy who's confident that all he has to do is order an expensive bottle of wine and he'll get into his date's pants. Actually that's pretty much what he is. At least the Joe Millionaire guy had a few endearingly goofy qualities.

Blah. Bad television.

And yeah, i'll probably tune in again next week. I need help like that.