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Narm!

Husband and I recently watched the SciFi series, The Lost Room. It was pretty good, and much more clever than I expected.

It stars the excellent Peter Krause. You know who I mean. Nate, from Six Feet Under. I only watched the first two seasons of Six Feet Under and then I think I just saw random episodes of the final three seasons.

Figuring I’d forget any spoilers by the time I got around to watching the show, I did read Heather Havrilesky’s review of the finale on salon.com last year. Unfortunately, this meant I kept wanting to yell Narm!” every time Peter Krause entered the Lost Room. If you haven’t seen the finale of Six Feet Under, you probably shouldn’t go read that review, but I have to tell you it’s really funny.

Confusingly, that same week we watched the pilot episode of Dexter, which stars Michael C. Hall, who played Nate’s brother David on Six Feet Under.

Pay attention, people! While you were sleeping naked breasts are destroying the American way of life.

Last night was the closing night of Artomatic. There were friends, old and new. There was bourbon. I’m sure there was other stuff, too, but I don’t have time to tell you about that because

a) I have that icky feeling that someone put little socks on all of my teeth while I was sleeping (see also: bourbon), and

b) I just picked up the Post and read in the Reliable Source that the reason our country is going to hell is all of the artwork depicting nudity in the Nation’s Capital. GOP delegate Robert Hurt has helpfully explained, “The Lady Godiva thing – that’s what it conjured up, and that’s not what our country’s about.”

Holy cats and kittens, people! Where’s John Ashcroft when we need him? We haven’t got time to send up the Ashcroft signal. (Ironically enough he’s locked in mortal combat with his former cronies at the FCC and DOJ over the satellite radio merger. That’s not working out so well for him, according to the front page of today’s Washington Post, but that’s a story for another day).

According to Dallas Morning News reporter Wayne Slater, the encroaching bustification of our proud nation didn’t make the Texas GOP convention platform.

“You don’t have nude art on your front porch,” the article quoted Hurt as saying. Speak for yourself, Mr. Hurt! (Note to self: get nude art for front porch. Also, get front porch).

Now that I know where we’re all going and why we’re all crammed into this handbasket, I’m going to drink some more coffee.

Then I’ve got to figure out the SilverDocs schedule. If I go, I’m going on a VIP pass so I get guaranteed seating for events because I am much too tired to have to think about getting places super early and standing around in line with commoners. Plus the conference looks really good this year, maybe even better than the films (and there are some very good movies on the schedule this year). But that’s also a post for another day.