The price is WRONG, bitch!

Hopefully you all remember that line out of Happy Gilmore and I don't sound like a complete ass right now. But I'm banking off your movie knowledge more than my social(-ly acceptable) skills, so I think I'm good, for now.

Anyways, being in France kind of deprived me from American television. Well, not really, since I could watch Friends, Fresh Prince and 90210 dubbed in terrible French whenever I wanted. So let me edit myself and say that I was deprived from current American television. Then again, back here in the U.S. we sort of took a page out of France's socialist mindset and embarked upon months of useless writers' strikes. My mom's conspiracy theory is that the strikes kept building up until the climax and subsequent abrupt termination of the strikes focused all of the media's attention on the 2008 Academy Awards. In short, the strikes were all a sick, prolonged way of promoting the show.

Believe what you want, but when I came back in April I was able to reconnect with my favorite show -- Grey's Anatomy -- in time to see the remaining episodes of the season as well as the season (perhaps series? doubt it....) finale.

But I haven't been watching much more beyond the occasional sports broadcast. (I saw Tiger's dramatic come-from-behind U.S. Open playoff on the final day, as well as the Lakers' EMBARRASSMENT in Boston, slamming the door on the 2008 NBA season. Honestly, that was the least fundamentally-sound basketball game I've ever seen in my life, and I've sat through J.V. and freshman high school games.)

Until today. After organizing many drawers and cabinets throughout my new house, I needed a relaxing television break.

And completely forgot that Drew Carey is the new host of The Price is Right! While he is the same bumbling personality that he was in Whose Line, I'm interested to see if he's going to take on any of Bob Barker's crankiness. Though, that may have been due to his age. So maybe Carey will pick some of that up if he stays on for 50+ years.....

The girls' half of our freshman hall who came out to see a screening of The Price is Right in Los Angeles, posing as the infamous "Barkers' Beauties." Because we had at least 25 people in our group, one of the residents from our hall made it on t.v., while the rest of us has to sit through Bob's crankiness and rude shots at guests during the commercial breaks. It was awesome!

Also, I saw an ad for a new series running this fall called The Ex List. So that pretty much means that the Eva character is no longer going to appear on Grey's Anatomy, because the actress is going to be the main character in this new show. At the end of last season, Eva's character took a total nose dive and I will happily say, "Good riddance" to that storyline.

Oh yeah, and as you can tell: I spent some time last night tweaking with my blog and this is how I think it's going to look from now on out.

...Or until I get bored with it next year.

I've stayed drier in a POOL

One day in the future if/when I have kids, I'll finally be able to tell them, "When I was your age I had to walk x miles in the snow."

Scratch that. In the rain.

As usual, it's a Monday so the 2008 bus strikes are continuing. However, figures the only day of the week there's a strike WOULD BE the wettest day of the week. And bear in mind you're reading the blog of someone who was hardcore enough to ride her bike in the rain to and from classes at UCSB! A little water doesn't scare me.

But, when I have to work in two different cities it does. You see, normally when it's pouring this hard, I just suck it up and rely on my umbrella to protect me to and from the bus stops. But, no bus, no dry. Instead, I was forced to walk 50 minutes BOTH WAYS to school.

And leave it to French drivers to make my day even more miserable than it already was. On the way back home, my entire route is uphill. That means streams of water are pouring down towards me in sizes and speeds that could probably rival the Loire itself. (That's probably NOT an exaggeration).

So while there are already pools of water raging down towards me, all the drives still refuse to adhere to right of ways. And I was almost hit twice. Luckily one bastard stalled his car stopping for me at the final second. Serves him right. Everyone else though sped up when they neared me, rolling their wheels through immense pools of water, spraying it all over my body.

I'm not joking with you right now: I have street water all over my face and clothes. Imagine oily and dirty cars rolling around in that mixture, plus whatever billions of dogs have already done their business on the road/sidewalks today. Actually, I don't want to think about that anymore.

So instead, I'm going to continue shivering as I futilely attempt to dry off my clothes and backpack, then I plan on taking a very long, hot shower.

Consider this a big F-YOU to the French government! You should not be allowed to strike when it's either a.) snowing or b.) raining HARD. If only I had a car....