given the fact that i've blogged for the past three days, and all my blogs are about tv, i think it'd be safe to say it's obvious that i haven't exactly been churning out the serious stuff lately. i want to get some more short fiction happening but my head's not really helping me at this stage, so let's forget about that for the moment and talk about the o.c. again. there was this bit last night that made me laugh out loud - when teresa comes over and stays in the pool house, sandy cohen goes to ryan 'you can bunk down in seth's room, on the air mattress'. the air matress?? what, you mean to tell me that huge house is just made up of mum & dad's room (plus ensuite and parent's retreat, obviously), seth's room, two massive living areas, a dining room and a kitchen? no wonder they have the pool house - it's not cause they're rich bastards who love splashing their money around, it's cause they realised there was nowhere for impromptu guests (and runaways from the wrong side of the tracks) to crash for the night! it all makes sense now. if only my life were so simple and pretty. on that note, i must say this: i have been doing some housework recently, and i'm getting all organise-y for some reason. prolly has something to do with the two spare rooms that have resembled war zones since we moved in here a year ago. hopefully we'll get at least one of those sorted this weekend...
there's always hope.