Primetime, baby

DVR could very well be ruining my life. Now, I realize you may be thinking this is a little dramatic, but DVR has definitely changed my television viewing habits. What this all boils down to is that I have a mean addiction to American Idol this season. In the past, I watched the first auditions and maybe the finale, but this season, thanks to DVR, I have not missed an episode. It turns out that American Idol complements my morning bagel and cup of coffee quite nicely. Since I have to reserve my evenings for dreaded school reading (damn you metadata!), any show I want to watch has to be recorded and squeezed in at other times. Not that I'm complaining, mind you, because I do love fast forwarding through commercials. It's just that I'm a little embarrassed at some of my guilty-pleasure tv shows. Z and other assorted friends make fun of how much of my current event conversations stem from something that I saw on Regis and Kelly. The reason I'm publishing this to the world wide web is that my lingering belief that I'm not the only one with an embarrassing saved show list on my DVR. Who else wants to come clean?

I'm a Lazy Blogger

It's been so long since I posted that I've had a hard time mustering up the motivation to write something. Last weekend, I finished a novel on my Kindle that I liked so much that I will not be taking it off my Kindle for a while. I think part of the reason that I liked this novel so much was that I downloaded it for FREE (nothing makes my miser heart go pitter-patter like a free book). I think it may have only been free for a promotional period, because I was looking on Amazon the other day and noticed that it is selling for $8 or $9 now.

Crossroads Cafe by Deborah Smith follows Thomas and Cathryn as they deal with events that have changed their lives. Cathryn is a movie star known for her good looks, but a car wreck leaves her with serious burn scars. Thomas is an alcoholic who tries to cope with some lingering guilt after his wife and son die on 9/11. The two of them are brought together by the Crossroads Cafe, a diner in the North Carolina mountains (I know, I know, my plot summaries suck).

Anyway, the book is a little romantic, but more focused on dealing with personal demons. The dialogue is funny and the relationships feel genuine. Let's just say it's a slightly fluffy book worth reading. Typically, I read books on my Kindle when I'm working out, and this book was good enough that my walking cool-down was stretching from five minutes to fifteen, just so I could finish one more chapter. I'll add that I never have the same problem putting down my textbooks. Maybe Deborah Smith should start writing about information organization.