I've been going into the backlogs to catch up on Party Down, Ally McBeal and season 1 of Psych. Rewatching Alias and Skins (Veronica Mars marathon is already planned for August).
I would like to begin by saying that I am keeping on top of my summer television pretty well right now. Thank goodness for day jobs, keeping my evenings free (and when they're not... well, that's what Tivo was invented for).
I'm looking forward to the spanking new seasons of Weeds, True Blood, Top Chef: Masters, Psych and Kathy Griffin. But those suckas have yet to take the stage...
Right now, I'm going into cardiopulminary spasms because TOMORROW is the beginning of the two-day bliss otherwise known as "So You Think You Can Dance." I have to confess, I am more obsessed with this show right now than I have ever been before. I have had dreams three nights in the past week about Vegas week (disturbing, no? I think I may have a problem). And the possibility of seeing just ONE taping of the top 20 (18, whatever) is completely justifying my time in Los Angeles right now. And I am OBSESSED with these two:
