Sesame Street Videos

I was out to dinner with Becca and Pepper last night, and after a couple glasses of wine we ended up on the topic of childhood television, which naturally led to a discussion of Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood, 3-2-1 Contact, and of course Sesame Street.

The rest of the night included lots of reminiscing over our favorite live Sesame Street film reels that showed us the wonder of how things were made.

If any of you watched Sesame Street in the late '70s through the mid '80s, you're sure to remember some of these. It's amazing how vivid all of these were in my mind. Watching them again today made me feel like it was only yesterday I saw them for the first time.

1) How Crayons are Made:

How delicious does the liquid orange color look? I want to make some fresh mac & cheese with it!


2) Saxophones!

The best part is the honking and squeaking saxophone background sound effects.

3) "3-2-1 Contact!" theme song!

Pepper and I seemed to be the only ones to really remember this theme song well, which led me to believe that 3-2-1 Contact may have been a bit more underground and on the fringe than its counterparts back in the day. Or maybe it was only intended for the geeks who liked science and such. Either way, it was a great theme song and a fantastic show.

There are tons of other great Sesame Street clips to enjoy and find on YouTube. Let's just say I've already spent at least an hour this afternoon watching them... Yet another reason why I worship the Internet. Enjoy!

Tick, Tick, Tick...

So while we're still a few months away from the premiere, I watched the trailer for the 6th season of FOX's 24 and it was enough to get me excited for the time being. Jack is back and he looks like a caveman! Chloe dyed her hair! The world is coming to an end -- again! See for yourself and get psyched for January.

In other miscell. news, did anyone else catch Madge today on Oprah, discussing her African baby adoption for the first time? Check here if you missed it, or just google news it for the thousands of identical news updates. I personally think the whole controversy has been blown up by the media and is kind of ridiculous, but what baffled me most was Madonna's faux-British accent! Anyone else catch that? Madonna, just cause you married Guy Ritchie and your kids may have cute British accents if you raise 'em in London, does not mean you can suddenly pick one up for yourself. On the other hand, if you're gonna fake it, I say go all the way instead of picking and choosing every other word to accent. (Still, I got nothing but love for you, Madonna! You are the original American Idol.)

(Note to readers: Apologies, again, for my poor posting habits. Won't bore you with excuses. Cheers.)

The Hills

So here's my quick blurb on the newest summer TV addiction, The Hills, the Laguna Beach spin-off starring the less-than-charismatic L.C. as she follows her big dreams and lands an internship at Teen Vogue while enrolled in fashion school. (As a quick aside, this show has featured some of the greatest interviews I have ever seen. We won't even get into the train wreck that is Heidi, I just loved Lauren and Lisa Love's one-on-one. LL: "Can you write?" -- silence -- LC: "Yeah, I can write..." -- silence -- "...I mean, I like to... I can.. I.." And it's amazing, folks, she gets the job! It's great to see MTV really defining real-life career scenarios for the teen set. All around the country kids must be throwing their half-assed resumes into the fireplace.)

L.C.'s friend and roommate Heidi remarkably established herself as TV's most-hated -- and most entertaining-- character over the course of the brief 20-minute first episode. To make matters worse, Heidi is a real person. She could not be more stupid, self-centered, lazy, or heartless if she tried. And that's why this show is so damn great. Only two episodes in, I realized this is not a show about L.C. and her life in Hollywood, but rather, a progression about how ridiculous this girl Heidi can get, and how much L.C. can handle before she finally breaks.

This week we found out that, thankfully, it does not take much, and our little L.C. -- who allowed herself to be played by the loving Stephen for two years in Laguna -- is over people's crap.

The scene in which L.C. simply hangs up her cell phone while Heidi is in mid-conversation blabbing about her newly-landed "dream job" as an assistant with Bolthouse -- yes, getting coffee for people is definitely a dream, Heidi, and I'm sure your salary will be a dream, too, not that it matters obviously, because it seems you're doing okay without the job, sitting poolside in your amazing Hollywood loft, and where are your parents anyway, and what in the world do they think when they watch this show? -- was my favorite L.C. moment ever. I think all loyal Laguna viewers shared a similar feeling at that very moment... "Hey, this L.C., she's not so bad after all...in fact, I kinda like her."

And then there was Heidi, staring blankly and looking confused, repeating "Lauren? Lauren?" into her phone, then shrugging and bouncing away happily. I would say, "Let the cat fighting begin!" but unfortunately I think Heidi is too slow on the uptake to figure out when she's being mocked. That, and she obviously doesn't care. She's going to be rubbing elbows with Paris Hilton soon enough anyway, right?

All we need now is for Lo to visit The Hills and tell her best pal L.C. that she needs to start hanging out with cooler people. Oh, how good Kristin Cavalieri is looking right about now...

Holy TV Week

Ok, I haven't been a great blogger and I'm sorry for that. The spring got me sucked into the vicious cycle of work-home-TV. Hopefully after next week, I'll be out of the rut. But in the mean time...

It's that time of year, folks... Season finales are dominating our lives, and within a few weeks when all our shows wrap we'll find ourselves flipping the channels and wondering, "What the hell do I do now?" Ah, how sad it is to realize how we let TV rule us, but soon with the good weather, we can re-devote ourselves to being more social and getting out more (or catching up on all the DVDs of the series we couldn't fit into our schedule! Kidding...). Anyway, Monday night started out what should be a fabulous week of the highly-anticipated May sweeps/finale period.

Millions of Americans breathed a sigh of relief after Bush's Immigration speech lasted less than an hour. Say whatever you want Dubya, just don't delay my "24" or "Grey's Anatomy"!! Sad, but true.

Monday's two hours of Grey's was probably the most anticipated episode the series has seen yet. After Sunday night's gripping ending, reminiscent of old ER-style drama (incidentally, ER's finale on Thursday also includes a hospital shooting), everyone tuned in to see what would happen to Burke and Denny, and whether my-scrubs-are-too-tight Izzie would lose her job over all of it. The episode lived up to all the hype, and as usual, I found myself wiping up tears at the end. I'm still amazed that a show with such an unlikeable title character -- Ellen Pompeo as Meredith Grey -- can be so popular. (For those of you who never saw Ellen Pompeo get Punk'd, it doesn't do much to improve her image, and it's actually a pretty poor Punk'd; sorry Ashton) Maybe it's that they cast such great guys to play opposite her -- ummm Hello Chris O'Donnell, thanks for crawling out from under that rock, and don't worry if you haven't shaved in awhile, we like you with the scruffy face!

In contrast, 24 messes with my emotions in a completely different way. It's a totally ADD-driven show and since everything happens so quickly, it leaves no time for you to register a death, an injury, a big reveal, or really anything significant. Again, can I remind everyone that President Palmer, Michelle Dessler, Tony Almeida and Edgar all died this season? Forgive me if I'm leaving out other significant characters; my brain is so fried from the drama that I can't keep everyone's fates in order. You're turning us all into robots, Jack! Shed some tears, or for crying out loud, find a hot pocket or cup noodles and eat something, you must be starving! Forget being trapped on an island, everyone at CTU could stand to get some food deliveries from the well-nourished bunch on Lost.

Tonight's Idol was also a goodie, and I was glad to see McPhee return to her old form with a beautiful rendition of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow." So she can be a little too big for her britches and she's had her off moments, but when she's on, she's really the best, and come on-- did you really want Daughtry to be THE Idol? He'll be fine on his own selling millions of hard rock albums. And if not, he always has Fuel (or maybe even Creed!). Either way, guess we can look forward to a thrilling Taylor Hicks/Katharine McPhee final next week!

To conclude, I know House is like the best show ever, and while I've seen a couple episodes and enjoyed it, I'm no regular and thus cannot comment on what a great season it's been. BUT, I can contribute a fun link to Tweevs and her sneaky L.A. adventure to the House Soundstage... What fun!

Before he was Sawyer...

Thanks go to EW.com for pointing out that Josh Holloway, also known as Sawyer, the bad boy (and hottie) of "Lost," is the same guy who got his butt kicked by Alicia Silverstone in the awesomely huge and memorable Aerosmith "Cryin'" video. Gotta love the "before they were stars" trivia.

Pop cult. update

Since Meevs just sent me the latest news on Britney (she's preggers, again!), I thought it was a time for a short pop culture update.

This week on TV, Jack Bauer does the improbable and manages to land a freakin' airplane on a short stretch of freeway, somehow managing to slam on the brakes before careening into a overpass without so much as a spark or small fire igniting. Thank god there are only 3 hours left, I don't know how much longer I can suspend my disbelief! (Honestly, since when is the Prez. left alone for multiple hours in a mysteriously dark room during a huge national crisis, and does he really have his own RAZR? Does 'W' text message??)

Watching this week's Iron Chef America rematch between Morimoto and Galileo's Roberto Donna was, for me, equally exhilarating as the 24 episode. My heart was actually pounding during the judging session. I was elated to see Donna come out on top after his disappointing and lackluster showing the first time around. How no one manages to accidently cut off a finger during the intense competition is still a mystery to me.

My dad is currently watching the ABC TV movie, "Fatal Contact: Bird Flu in America," centered around the "what if..." of a bird flu pandemic. All these scenarios, not to mention the gazillion number of press releases I've processed on the bird flu, are starting to freak me out a bit. They're starting to remind me of the scene in "Outbreak" when Patrick Dempsey (now known only as "McDreamy") boards the plane and spreads the virus and you can see all the particles floating through the air and infecting everyone. Way to make everyone paranoid, people!

In more serious television (not really), Katharine McPhee needs saving on American Idol. Those of you reading this within voting hours must do your best to save the only female remaining in the competition!

Scrubs alert: the Season 3 DVD was released today and Best Buy has it on sale. This is still my favorite comedy on TV; I can't think of another show that has me laughing out loud more often.

In music news, some new Radiohead tracks are floating around on the 'net, mostly from their May 6 show in Copenhagen. These guys are so the opposite of Ryan Adams that this is very exciting news for fans. Go here to find some tracks.

Finally, to round out this completely random post, here's one of the best recent open letters posted to McSweeney's: AN OPEN LETTER TO THE OCCUPANTS OF A HOUSE ON THE NINTENDO GAME "PAPERBOY."

Oh, what I'd give for a Nintendo marathon right now!

Congrats to Chloe!

Before I head to bed (it's my third night on Tylenol Cold PM-- works wonders!), I must quickly post on tonight's "Project Runway" finale. In what was a surprising outcome (at least before everyone saw the runway show), Chloe came out on top, rising above frontrunners Daniel V. and Santino to be crowned the winner. After last week's episode in which we got a preview of everyone's collection, I swore it was going to be Santino, not only because his designs seemed to be the best, but moreso for the way Bravo was turning him into this apologetic and suddenly (more) likeable character.

In any case, I was pleasantly surprised that the final two came down to Chloe and Daniel V! And while I truly think the others may have wanted it more than Chloe, and while I didn't love all her pieces, I definitely think her collection was the best-- most professional, sophisticated, and basically just immaculate in its creation. I bet she's all like "Aw man, now I gotta go hang out with some Banana designer? New York is played out, honey, I'm ready to go back to Houston..." And I'm sure Daniel V. is laughing in her face now that he's got a Michael Kors safety net to fall back on!

Anyway, I thought the dress that Grace wore, in particular, was just stunning and so well-made. I never really liked Grace as a model but I thought she looked great!

See Chloe's full collection here with some additional detailed shots here.
And if you want to judge for yourself, check out Daniel's and Santino's collections, too. (You can also see Kara's... I have no idea how she snuck her way into Fashion Week with some of these designs)

One last observation: So I know I'm short and everything, but is it just me or is Chloe literally like 4'9"??? Even when wearing shoes she looked to be about half the size of average-height people! Way to keep it real, Chloe.

Monday Television Commentary

Post-Oscar Thoughts:

In what seemed to be a year of fair play, with no "Lord of the Rings" to sweep the show and almost every big movie winning at least one award (Each of the six big categories-- Picture, Director, Actor, Actress, Supporting Actor/Actress was taken by a different movie), last night's Oscar show was a bit lackluster. Perhaps it was the fact that -- with the exception of "Crash" as best picture stealer-- much of it went as predicted. That said, I was still extremely happy to see the actress awards go to Rachel Weisz and Reese Witherspoon (Whoa, two "RWs," crazy!).

Reese in particular was one of the highlights of the night and delivered what was, for me, the best speech of the night. It's funny when you're listening to speeches and in your mind you kind of guide yourself through what you think they should say next ("ok, now thank your husband, then wrap it up with something poignant and thoughtful...") and the actor does just that in a very articulate way. The gal is just so cute and whenever she's on camera I can't help but love her and have a big smile on my face. Maybe it's because no matter what roles she had before or after "Legally Blonde," she'll always just be Elle Woods to me. And did we really ever think Elle could win an Oscar? I'm just so proud! Now that I think about it, Reese has pretty nice repertoire... "Cruel Intentions," "Election,"... and for those of you who haven't seen Reese's first movie, "The Man in the Moon," it's worth a rental, not only to see Reese as a 14-year-old but also because it stars Jason London. Great flick! And to think, she's getting paid $29 million for her next movie. That's just wrong, isn't it? I bet Ryan Phillippe sure didn't know he was getting that big of a sugar momma when they got together.

Um, ok, moving on from Reese...

John Stewart's hosting gig has gotten pretty poor reviews all around. I think he was pretty much hit-or-miss on the night (the hit, of course, being his Bjork-Cheney joke, and misses being, well, lots of other jokes that fell flat). All in all, I think he may be a little too deadpan for the Oscar audience with not enough tap-dancing Billy Crystal in him to keep everyone awake-- especially the old peeps-- when the show enters its third hour...

24 (spoilers below if you missed last night's episode):

I just have to comment on tonight's new and "explosive" (to use a TV critic word) 2-hour episode of "24." You know Jack is getting really ruthless when he starts not only threatening the bad guys with guns in their faces, but then shooting their wives instead. Yikes, ease up there Jackie. And what's with Tony Almeida rising from the dead again? Last season you get shot in the neck and you're up running around within 5 hours, and this time it's a car bomb explosion and you're on your feet again on the same day? What say we take a breather and watch some Tivo or something.

So we're about 12 hours into the day now and out of nowhere comes the Vice President. Where ya been, pal? Not out hunting, I hope. Just when it appears someone wise may have arrived to give hopeless President Logan some support, we find out his second-in-command is just as whacked out as he is. "I don't know what's going on since I've been M.I.A. all day, but since I don't feel like dealing with it, let's impose Martial Law!!!" Oh boy, this should be good.

In more serious news, the death of Edgar tonight came as a shock to all loyal "24" fans. He and Chloe were like the CTU peas in a pod, and that he would succomb to death from nerve gas within the hallowed halls of CTU Headquarters is a true television tragedy and is made extra ironic by the fact that his good-hearted nature is what led to his ultimate downfall.

That last scene, however, completely summed up what's clearly a pervading high-school culture at CTU. You had to feel bad for the random and unnamed CTU employee after she banged on the door of the sealed room and all the "popular" A-list kids inside (Jack, Audrey, Buchanan, Chloe-- but only because Chloe is smart and does everyone's homework) just kind of stared blankly, basically shrugged their shoulders and were like "Oops, sorry, you're on your own!" Only when they saw Edgar in the danger zone did they actually show a shred of emotion at the thought of a human being actually dying before their eyes.

Anyway, it should be interesting to see what happens next week when Jack is the one in trouble... which kid will be the one to sacrifice himself for the captain of the football team? Stay tuned.

Project Runway

So I totally missed the boat on this one, but thanks to last week's snow-in, I was able to settle in on the couch and catch the last five episodes of Season 2 of Bravo's "Project Runway."

Naturally, in my continual effort to always be "in the loop" when it comes to anything pop culture (note: my definition of pop culture does not encompass celebrity culture), and after receiving a Project Runway mini-mag with a recent Banana Republic purchase, I just couldn't ignore it any longer! I finally gave in after being part an engaging e-mail chain that exchanged thoughts on the show; whose designs sucked, whose were amazing; who should win, who will win, and so on and so forth.

So this is like a much better, more interesting version of the now-defunct "Apprentice," except Heidi Klum is a far more attractive host than is Donald Trump, and "auf Wiedersehen!" is the new "You're Fired." (But wasn't the original reality one-liner "You are the weakest link...g'bye!"?)

Anyway, if you're even remotely into fashion-- scratch that, you don't even need to be into fashion to enjoy this show, the great personalities and group dynamic are enough to pull you in.

To give you the quick rundown, each week designers compete in a specific task (e.g. design an outfit using only supplies purchased at a flower shop; design an evening gown that Iman will wear to a red-carpet event), and the winner of the final challenge wins a mentorship with the Banana Republic design team, $100,000 to start their own line, a 2007 Saturn SkyRoadster (who knew Saturn made sports cars? It's not terrible, either.), and a full spread in Elle magazine featuring their original designs.

Here's a quick sampling of what they do: below are the three best designs from the "Garden Party" (flower shop-only) challenge:

Now that it's down to the final three in the ultimate face-off at Olympus Fashion Week in New York, I have to root for our Vietnamese gal Chloe Dao, though I actually like Daniel V. the best (if only because he is only 24 and it makes me completely jealous to think of how good he is at what he does) , and with the way things are going, I wouldn't be surprised if the over-exuberant Santino wows the judges come Fashion Week. The final challenge isn't airing for a couple weeks (Wed., March 1, 10 PM) , and before then it appears Bravo is running a PR marathon, so if you're feeling lazy and one of the lucky ones who gets Prez. day off (you don't actually have to be lucky, you just have to not be me), tune in to catch up on all the excitement!

#1 single

As if I needed anything new to watch on TV, I managed to catch a couple reruns of Lisa Loeb's new reality TV Show, #1 Single, and I have to say it's really quite good. Who knew Lisa Loeb, 37 and desperate to have babies (she said it herself -- "I don't want maybes, i want babies!" were her exact words), could be so great for TV? Despite the fact that she agreed to put her life on TV and thus can be considered not "normal" and even slightly crazy, she comes off as an incredibly down-to-earth and totally cool person. It's a little unsettling that she constantly emphasizes her normalness and anti-gossip/celeb personality, yet she's on this cable reality TV show about her personal life. I dunno. Maybe that's the irony of it all. Either way, in watching Lisa in her dating escapades, you kind of want to be her friend and you definitely want her to find Mr. Right. The way she dials up her mom to chat, stuffs donuts in her face, or is a self-professed techie geek... all of it is completely charming and makes her an infinitely likeable "character" for her show.

I do have to say though, what kind of unbelievable coincidence is it that in Lisa's first AirTroductions experience, her date would be with another quasi-celebrity (author Allen Salkin, who penned the Seinfeldian Festivus) who would subsequently land Lisa on New York Post's page 6? Strange I tell you.

Anywho. I'll probably have to cut out another show on my ever-growing roster to make room for this. After all, it was Lisa who originally inspired me "Stay," as I, with my slightly Lisa Loeb-esque glasses pranced around my basement doing my own personal rendition of the music video... To think, that was 1994!!!

Jack Bauer is back!

Whew! I just finished watching part one of the two-day season premiere of the best action drama on TV, FOX's "24." Here's my enthusiastic promotion post to kick off season 5.

I love this show for so many reasons. For the late-career boost it gave to Kiefer Sutherland, who is perfectly cast as the most badass character on earth (or at least on television), Jack Bauer. For the ridiculous ass-kicking sequences in which Jack will single-handedly clear out a room of "bad guys" who are all shooting at him. For the predictability of some parts, e.g. the appearance of "the mole." For stubborn and annoyingly cast characters I can't stand but who are integral to the storyline, e.g. President Logan, as idiotic and unlikeable as they come. For the many unbelievable-but-oh-yeah-its-a-TV-show scenarios, e.g. in season 3 when Tony, after getting shot in the neck and in critical condition, is on his feet at work later in the day (will he pull out another miracle after tonight?) For Chloe and her one-liners, which in early seasons were awkward and uncomfortable, but are now classic quotables. And finally, for that distinctive clock-ticking sound that indicates a commercial or the end of the show and always inevitably induces some kind of adrenaline rush within me, e.g. "ohmygod what's going to happen!?"

In any case, the premiere was well done-- a great way to pull in new viewers with its action as well as its unanswered questions, and just enough to remind old viewers how awesome this show is. In college, this was the one show that could pack my house full of 10 or more people in the living room with an understood "quiet room" rule. There's nothing else like it. A day in the life of Jack Bauer. 24 Hours. After tonight, it's 2 hours down, 2 more tomorrow, and then 5 straight months of weekly episodes. Gotta love the January premiere. Tune in if you haven't yet! It's never too late to catch on...

Lost returns!

Whew! Other fall premiere shows are going to have to be pretty damn good to top tonight's "Lost" season 2 premiere.

Talk about intense! There were far too many details to absorb in the one hour of intense drama, not to mention they didn't even get to anything about the people on the hijacked raft! This is definitely one of those good DVD shows. The episodes never get old because you can watch and rewatch each one to overanalyze every little thing.

Tonight, for example, when Jack first enters the hatch he sees the number 108 scrawled all over the walls. No big deal, right? Lost fanatics will soon realize that 4+8+15+16+23+42 = 108, and as we all know, the numbers 4 8 15 16 23 42 have appeared in some form in many other episodes. Read and discuss more here if you are really into the crazy theories and all the number madness.

I'm surprised I've gotten into this show so much considering I'm not usually a fan of the "supernatural" stuff. I mean, the mysterious-black-cloud-of-smoke-monster-thing? Not my style. But for whatever reason, I'm hooked to this show. I think it's because the writers did a really good job on emphasizing character development and making sure the viewers are committed to the people, first and foremost. That way, the storyline, while farfetched, is based upon characters we relate to or at least feel invested in.

Speaking of characters, here's a nice chance to post a photo of my favorite fella and the hottest island-dweller, Charlie Salinger-- oops, I mean... Jack Shephard. Hey-- how about that hair in tonight's episode flashback? Great wig, folks. Thank goodness the doc got a buzz cut for the island...

On that note, and with other season premieres yet-to-come, fall is here! One doesn't need the autumnal equinox to ring in the season (although tomorrow does officially mark the beginning of the fall season); you know it's here when your days are again dictated by the TV guide. (I know i sound like an addict, but I know most of you agree!!) So while we lament the end of the long days of summer, we have all-new television to ease us into the colder months... should be a goodie!


Current Music: Golden Slumbers, by The Beatles

All about Alias!

I may be four years late on this one, but I've finally jumped on the Alias bandwagon. I have to admit, last summer when I was repeatedly inundated with the annoying Alias promo for the new season (You remember, it went something like this: "What's your name?" "Ima... Ima Gonnakickyourass") with Lenny Kravitz's "Lady" as background music, I vowed I would never watch the show.

My, how things have changed! Thanks to Bi-Anh, who has so graciously lent me her seasons 1-3 Alias DVD sets, as well as all my friends who endlessly hyped this show and eventually left me no choice but to see it for myself and decide, I've become completely addicted to Alias. In fact, despite only being done with season 1 and 2 at this point, I might venture to call it the best show on TV. That's right, I'm talkin BIG!

After all, a show that could make me abandon all my anti-Jennifer Garner sentiments for feelings of near-obsession within 3 episodes has to be good, right? It's true. Jennifer Garner was perfectly cast as Sydney Bristow, easily convincing as the girl-next-door who could also lead a secret life as a CIA agent scary enough to make grown men cry. I try to fight the urge, but I constantly find myself wishing I was her-- the perfect combination of laid back/down-to-earth and absolutely badass.

Michael Vartan is equally impressive in his role as Vaughn, the vulnerable and sensitive, wears-his-heart-on-his-sleeve agent who, despite his somewhat scrawny appearance, can still kick some ass himself.

My favorite, though, has to be Bradley Cooper as the lovable Will Tippin. Who doesn't want a friend like Will Tippin? Ok, aside from the fact that I love his old school reporter style, with the tweed jacket, plaid shirts and tie, and those little wire-rimmed glasses, not to mention the essential 5 o'clock shadow and unkempt hair (he also has these incredibly piercing blue eyes), --whew!-- Will's genuine demeanor and his unrelenting desire to protect Sydney is endearing. You keep watching because you want to make sure that nothing bad happens to Will, either!

(images courtesy of alias-tv.com)

(Oh, this should have been assumed, but please please please hold the spoilers.. I still have season 3 and 4 to get through before I'm all caught up, and I'd hate to have the beans spilled on any exciting plot developments!)

Anyway, before I spoil too much for anyone who hasn't seen the show, I'll stop there. Silly wigs and outfits aside, and the occasional outburst that "there's no way this could ever happen," this show is an excellent model of TV drama. And as I've mentioned before, it's got fantastic music selections to accompany the storylines. J.J. Abrams is a genius (also responsible for "Felicity" and "Lost"). He actually thought of the premise of this show while working on Felicity, as he pondered how cool and more interesting the show could be if Felicity were trying to be a normal college girl while also being a spy.

The past couple nights I've actually had Alias dreams. They're a bit fuzzy, but I know they involve scary plots and me somehow being involved in the drama. Sadly, I wake up to discover that I'm not actually Sydney Bristow. I've also noticed the show affecting me in other ways. Just the other day as I was driving around in the city, I found myself paying close attention to simple human interactions-- the garbage man, couples chatting over coffee, man on a park bench, homeless man-- and wondering how often my seemingly mundane observations are actually secret CIA missions or meetings in progress!! Ok, I've taken it too far. Better quit before I get carried away...