Invention, my dear friends, is 93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation, and 2% butterscotch ripple.

So remember how there was that show I was uncomfortable admitting I watch? Well, I still am, but there is this OTHER show I always assumed was insipid as shit. And somehow, someone somewhere convinced me I might like it. So I put it on my queue and somehow it finally arrived at my doorstep.

You know how the first disc of any series typically sucks because it just hasn't found its feet yet? Well, that is not really the case here, and I am already sort of endeared to Will & Grace. That's right, I fuckin' said it. It's gross, mock me, fine. But it actually has some pretty good dialogue. Like, borderline witty.

My instinct is to dislike Jack, as A) he is clearly the gay Kramer of this series and B) I just hate the whole, "I am SO the comic relief! LOOK AT ME! LOVE ME!" schtick that it grates and grates and I want to destroy whomever. I sort of hated Kramer (ok, completely), but I don't hate Jack yet. He has his moments.

And I have always thought Debra Messing was totally frickin' cute. Sue me.

So while D goes out of town on Sunday, I'll be at home watching really shameless TV.

Assuming, that is, that I finished my rough drafts of my personal statement and recommendation outline I need to do. AUDIBLE GROAN. And one more practice LSAT. I need to score at least one delusionally high score to boost my ability to lie to myself. Is that too much to ask?

And it turns out I am indeed invited to tour the Cornell campus (HAHAHAH, as if they'd want me there) and I also get to sit in on a Contracts class. Seriously? I mean, I guess it's a good idea. Like, this is what you're in for, lick it up, baby, LICK. IT. UP. And yes, I SOOOOOOOOOOOO plan on making Vel sit in on that with me.

At least I am alone in the midst of Friday-night-Gloria's crowds (good margaritas) and can use the plethora of crap around me for blog fodder or potential story dialogue. Always looking for the plus, that's me.