So, finished Time Traveler's Wife on Sunday. Definitely awesome. Sad and sweet and awesome.
Another thing that happened Sunday? Realized that I didn't really care about watching the new episode of Six Feet Under. I'm considering dropping it altogether... I mean, I'll try and catch the rerun tonight. But why watch something that's just falling flat for me? That's just crazy talk.
Last night, I couldn't sleep, and so I watched the pilot of The 4400, which was chock full of trippy X-Files nostaglia for me. Decent writing, decent acting, and a killer concept -- very reminiscient of JMS's Rising Stars, for you comics nerds in the hizz-ouse, but with the added advantage of being a limited run series, and thus HAVING AN ENDING.
Speaking of comics - totally going to ComicCon on Saturday and Sunday. Possibly with my brother! Possibly with Em and Punk! It's awesome. Totally awesome.
This complete lack of coherency is brought to you by six hours of sleep and a fucked up neck. Perhaps more later.