The summertime blues
Or, as South Park so eloquently put it, summer sucks. At least it does when you're a working adult. You've got slim pickings when it comes to new programing on television; rather than the three month vacation you enjoyed in your youth, you don't even get three weeks--hell, you're lucky if you take three days and drag it into a week by tacking on the unexpected four-day Fourth of July holiday; the "songs of summer," aka tunes by the likes of Paris Hilton and Jessica Simpson, are repeated on the radio ad nauseum; celebrity gossip is so slow that Us Weekly has nothing better to put on their cover than a story about Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn's "engagement" more than a month after first breaking the news; and although the weather is good, you're stuck in the office.
But now...the end is in sight. Weeds airs its season premiere tomorrow. Prison Break returns next week (sure, I don't watch, but I get to see the commercials for something new!). And I saw some ads for The Amazing Race!
Is it sad that all of my excitement is dependent on the new television season? Sure. But this is my life. Things are definitely looking up.