This entry contains little or no political content.

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As I sit and listen to the presidential debate and my husband's growing ire of political bitchiness and doublespeak, I am going to squee about two TV shows that I've immersed myself in for the last few weeks.

Friday Night Lights and Supernatural, baby.  For the EYE CANDY, y'all.

I'm mean, they really are great shows.  Well shot, well written and well acted, but oh, man.  The prettiness.

I think it's great that they've managed to go three+ seasons of Supernatural without love interests for the boys..  I love that.  I mean, the storyline doesn't exactly lend itself to that, and to hear Nolan, Sam and Dean should just kiss already and get it over with (I hit him every time he makes disparaging remarks about Sammy's sexuality, by the way.  He's sensitive!) but the way the new season is going is just brilliant.  I can't wait.  The age old tale of brother against brother.  Epic.  And the fact that Nolan and Dean have the same 'shoot first and ask questions later' attitude.  And the MUSIC...  and the CAR...  Le sigh.

But Friday Night Lights.  Guhuhuhuhuh. jandjsalmon ,airmidm  andseegrim  all told me to watch it years ago, it seems like.  But as a theatre teacher in West Texas, I RAIL against football.  I loathe it.  Can't stand it.  The coaches pay grade is WAY above anyone else's...  And why?  Because they teach boys how to play a GAME.  (I have no illusions about what I do.  I live in a world of pretend, but let me have my prejudices.)  Anyway, I watched the first two episodes at the beginning of June, and then got distracted by something sparkly, but I'm back, and I've watched a GLUT of it in the last two weeks.  Now, I live in West Texas, and I have first hand experience with the actual football team the Dillon Panthers are based on, and let me tell you, that cult-like mentality?  With the whole town living and breathing for the football players?  True. Story.  It's scary-spooky.

But I ignored the football, and focused on the people.  Coach?  Cute as a button.  Mrs. Coach?  Sexy as all get out.  Riggins?  (Kelly, I thought Greg was cute enough before?  But now I gotta say I'm a little jealous of Tracey.)  The sheer BEAUTY that is Taylor Kitsch should not be allowed.  I mean, complexion?  Eyes?  Smile?  I seriously want to die.  And I know it's sacrilege, but I actually want him and Lila to get together.  I want him to get what he wants.  I can't help it..  And really, do NOT even get me started on Matt Saracen.  Fricking adorable.  The unsure demeanor, the soulful eyes, the shoulders? (The lips?)  I wanted to punch Julie right in her forehead for dumping him. (And I realize that they're supposed to be in high school, but whatever.)  I adore, adore, adore him.  The end of season two was SO sad.  I almost cried.  And I'm not admitting anything, but I may have even squealed and gotten chills at some of the football parts.  Maybe.

In other news, I'm newly with the Anderson Talent Agency, so I can start actually working again and being productive, since I really have a LOT of spare time on my hands.  So cross your fingers for voiceovers and commercials.  Or a walk-on or extra in FNL.  (I would die...  giggle hysterically and DIE.)

And my sweet Katie Bell is a sick puppy dog  She might have adrenal problems or diabetes.  Poor baby.  She's curled up next to me, being her sweet self.

That's all the news.  Back to listening to Nolan swear at the television...