Watching Scrubs has truly been a very enjoyable experience. I wish I could always be as funny as Dr. Cox, thinking of one million and one ways of insulting people. I also really admire his smirky ex-wife, who has a wit and a sharp tongue to hold her own against the great Coxster.
Last night watched two more episodes, one of which featured Turk having sex dreams of Elliot as a dolled up, bimbofied nurse. She was pretty hot in that getup. I was surprised about how good she looked. Maybe I’m becoming whitewashed too, that I would find a calendar pinup look much to my tastes. Or maybe I just like the idea of Turk and Elliot as a couple, it’s a good twist, although it never took off for real.
That of course brings me to the subject of fantasies. I am probably, by my own humble estimation, the queen of fantasies. I don’t do it as obviously as J.D., with his chin uplifted to the side, as he ponders to the upper right or left hand corner of his eyeballs. But trust you me, sometimes even when I’m engaged in conversation with another person, I’m not 100% there. That’s why sometimes when the person stops talking, awkward silences can ensue as I try to remember what was being said exactly.
Hum…currently reading Mountains beyond Mountains. Almost done. So good I may read it again. I am reading it because I want to learn from it. I don’t want to just read it and then forget it. So I might set a new precedent in my life by promptly re-reading it a second time. This is a good way to remember things.
At lunch today, one person was betting another person on the exact physiological anatomy of the corn plant. One person maintains that each stalk only has one cob. Another person insisted that the stalks can sprout four or five cobs at least. I very unhelpfully mentioned that in my life, I have only driven by fields of corn, but never actually been among them, let alone harvested corn. These two people got so into their bet, one person offered to relinquish his car if he were proven wrong. Whoa there Bessie, no need to be so impulsive is there?
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