I've been listening to the Cinecast podcast pretty regularly, as well as assorted other podcasts (including the Ricky Gervais one, which is about as funny as you can hope for), and watching rather too much television (thank the baby Jeebus for TiVo, which has shaved literally hours and hours off the amount of time I would otherwise spend parked on my ass in front of the TV). I'm not following the new season of Survivor--I couldn't even get through the first episode without boredom settling in. I've been catching up on The Wire via DVD and . . . I guess I have to come clean . . . watching American Idol. And Project Runway. Okay, okay, and Lost and The Shield and 24. I've been truly enjoying the current Masterpiece Theater production of Bleak House--it's unsettling and unusual and full of menace. And Gillian Anderson has an absolutely unworldly cold beauty that's mesmerizing. And, of course, the Olympics have started. I watched hours of coverage yesterday. Pray for me.
And that's about it so far this year. That's a lot of italic tags, people.