New TV: Sunday

Entourage (10:00pm, HBO)

I know, I know, it’s neither Sunday, nor the first episode of the new season of Entourage. It’s just that I was so excited to finally have any new television to watch that it slipped my mind to tell you about it. And also, I don’t get HBO, so for me, Entourage is on Mondays. 😉

So Vince is recovering from the bomb that was Medellin, Drama is still finally on a successful television show (don’t mess it up, Drama!), E’s agency is branching out a bit, Turtle is still Turtle, and Ari is still, well, Ari. I think EW were disappointed that it seemed to be more of the same, but that’s fine with me!

My rating: In it for the long (Well, short – do they do the full 20-some-odd episodes? It never seems like it…) haul, baby!

True Blood (9:00pm, HBO)

I guess this one also counts as New TV, but I’m not sure I’m going to stick with it. I like Anna Paquin, but it just mostly wasn’t what I was expecting. I wasn’t thinking it’d be a laugh a minute comedy or anything, but I definitely thought it would at least be a dramedy. No such luck, I’m afraid. It was really dark and fairly violent – I know, I know, there are vampires, what was I thinking?! I guess I thought it would have a more Buffy-esque tone and it’s definitely just straight drama.

Not to put anyone off – I haven’t read the books, so I really knew nothing going into it – it just wasn’t what I was expecting…

My rating: I may watch another episode to see if it settles in a bit more, but I’m not really getting my hopes up.


The spider was waiting for me when I went out to my car this morning, dangling serenely on a string of web from my gear shift to the radio. Actually, I think he may have died during the night as he didn’t move at all during the long minutes while I shuffled around in the driveway, screwing up my courage and coming this close to asking the garbageman to kill it for me. Eventually I hit him with my shoe and I am either a crack shot when it comes to whacking spiders with shoes or, like I said, he was already dead when I got there.

Now I just have to worry if he is actually a she, what the odds are that there are eggs to be found (Charlotte died right after she had her babies, right?).

Because if I am driving down the street and hordes of baby spiders begin to run out of my heater vents, I will actually drive the car into something and die in an horrific, fiery accident.