Life explosion: Fight Gone Bad is this coming Saturday. I'm as prepared as I'm going to be this year. I did trial runs twice last week so I know what I'm in for and how much time I'll be spending on the floor making sweat angels afterwards. Did you know that I can push-press 55 pounds 30 times in 60 seconds? I didn't know that until this weekend.
Reading: Banned Books Week is next week, and it is perhaps time for my once-per-decade re-read of Huck Finn. Except that I have Dust and Blackout sitting next to my bed.
Teevee: The season 1 finale & season 2 opener of Warehouse 13 were exercises in lame writing. If this doesn't start getting better soon I'm going to ... uh, tut-tut a lot? And stop watching? Mr P's reaction: "The writers are just pissing me off here." And yet, I like all of the characters. Sigh. We're sticking with it. Doggedly.
I have only watched the first three minutes of the House season premiere, but my reaction is that those first three minutes are a hurt/comfort fan's dream. Particularly if you ship mumble, which I do, so yay. Let's see what the remaining 40 minutes do... It is already about 40x better than Warehouse 13. That is a scientific estimate. [ETA: mild spoilers now in comments.]
Buffy Season 8 comics: Just say no.
