Some individuals have claimed that I’m obsessesed with the UK, England, or Jolly’ Ol’ Lundy as some have called it.  I’ll have you know that I am highly offended by these claims!

Is it so unreasonable for a man to study the politics of a nation, while simulatneously loving the television (a touch of Coupling or the Mighty Boosh, anyone?)?  And maybe, while walking to class, he listens to a lovely touch of Belle and Sebastian or perhaps some rockin’ Art Brut?  Maybe, just maybe he trusts the BBC for his news, knowing full well he won’t have easy access to the New York Times.  And MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, he’ll pop in a copy of Eddie Izzard’s “Dressed to Kill” after a long day of work.  Is this a goddamned crime?!

Oh wait.  No, no, you were right.  I guess I was and am obsessed with the Isles.  In my face.

BEST ROOMATES FOREVER! is done as far as I’ve heard from Sam.  I’m excited, but even more excited about the next episode, ’cause truth be told, I can’t direct worth a damn (and I hope Sam doesn’t take this the wrong way, but um… he and I sit in the same boat).  So yes, new director, hot, fresh script, and same sassy kids = HOT NEW EPISODE.  And just you wait for season 2, I’ve got so many plot twists coming, you’ll poop yourself.

I’m looking forward to Sam’s party, but Costume work must still be done.  Just a visor and pleather jacket won’t do for an accurate Scott Summers.  In short, I’m gonna be poppin’ ‘roids and lifting weights until I’ve got biceps big as a boy’s head. 

I’ll see you guys when I can punch all the way through people’s tummies, singing “God Saves the Queen” while adorning myself in a Union Jack.  Wednesday, Oh Wednesday.

 PS. I <3 Sam Fisher.  We go on adventures together.  Stabby, stabby adventures.