broadcast me a joyful noise

...I can't believe I managed to get through a whole season's worth of Six Feet Under without managing to twig to the fact that NATE FISHER = CASEY MCCALL.

I'm only good at this game when the actors are British, man.

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Okay, self. Start studying now and you might be out of the library by 10:30pm! WON'T THAT BE A DELIGHTFUL NOVELTY? YES, YES IT WILL.

I might even let myself watch an episode of Wire in the Blood, because I have been craving Tony&Carol recently.

I'm actually in a better mood than this post would suggest because I had toasted-and-buttered banana bread for dessert, and I can forgive college a lot of culinary monstrosities in the name of their fantastic banana bread.

Don't get me wrong, I'm having a wonderful time with Sports Night, I'm just experiencing a bizarre sense of bemusement that I am enjoying the show while still retaining my iron-clad and long-standing apathy where sports are concerned. The West Wing transformed my apathy regarding American politics -- and any politics, really -- into active interest and intellectual engagement, but sports? Especially American sports? No. No. I am just letting my brain glaze over as soon as a discussion about baseball begins, and contenting myself with enjoying the fledgling Sorkin wit and trying not to squeal OMG HI WILL!!! every time Joshua Malina appears.