So, to begin, I am ill as fuck. It’s May and I have a cold. I hate having cold. There’s nothing I want more than to just go to bed, but I made a promise that I would write every day, not just for this year but for the foreseeable future, and that this week I would post a blog every day. So here I am. I’m pretty pleased with myself. In fact, even as I write this, I’m feeling better.

Actually, my nose is running and I’m writing faster so I don’t lose my trail of thought before I wipe it, but still.

Now, The Boy. I finished reading it (again) but I’m going to give it another read before I publish it. One more read will feel right to me, and it’s better to be over-ready than under, especially when self-publishing. I want to avoid asmanylittle mistakes as possible.

In other news: I lstened to Tical by Method Man on my way to and from work today, continuing my revisiting of Wu Tang classics.

Right now my partner is watching Grey’s Anatomy. I don’t mean to shit on everything she enjoys (she does have good tastes, and by that I mean she likes things I do too 😉 ) but to me it’s a bit like Criminal Minds. It’s a bit shit. It has its fans, and I can’t belittle that, but I’m not one of those fans.

Okay, so SPOILERS:

Ready?

This is the episode where Patrick Dempsey dies. I know enough about Grey’s Anatomy to know who most of the characters are. I’ve seen a good few of the episodes and they’re not all bad. However, I also think that a show about a hospital and doctors with such a high body count is a bit ludicrous. Seriously, every time a character leaves why do they have to kill them off? They’re doctors. Doctors go to different hospitals, they open practices. Such a high body count on a hospital drama, to me, is ridiculous. A bomb scare? A sinking boat? A plane crash?

Remember that episode of Happy Days when the Fonz jumped a shark?

Sometimes a show needs to know when to call it a day, and Grey’s Anatomy is one of those shows. Hell, from what I understand it’s not like Shonda Rhimes isn’t busy enough with other shows. It could be time for her to move on. Or maybe she’s afraid to, because that means she’ll have to be killed off.