Morning queue

I must have exquisitely bad timing this morning. After my workout (and really - it's lame: 1/2 cup of yoga, and a few crunches), I sat down at the computer. You know, just to catch up on the friends list, of course.

Only when I'm done, Lori's in the shower. Fine. She only told me about her water pressure issues recently, but I like being considerate. I'll read stories. I'm still not through Dacey's top 20 of Rhys stories. A couple of those, and I realize Lori's out, so I dash downstairs...

And Ali's in the bathroom.

Dude. Nine months living together, and this is the first time I've had this much trouble getting into the bathroom.

Colin Firth: huminahumina guh ho-yeah

Colin was just the guest on The Daily Show - last night's show rebroadcast? I don't know.

I was rather preoccupied with the Firth Hotness, which is remarkably similar to Paul Gross' hotness, though with an accent and a predisposition for period clothing. I've been guh-ing over Colin since Pride & Prejudice, when he short-circuited my brain and addicted me to Jane Austen.

It didn't help that tonight he was trading quips with Jon Stewart about the English school system. winkwinknudgenudge

And a few minutes later, I find the transcript

sigh