The Singing Nun is on TCM. I am now hopelessly earwormed with "Dominique." (And somehow, I know the French lyrics to this song. I don't know why I know the French lyrics, but when I start humming the "Dominique, nique, nique" part, the next phrase that jumps into my brain is "S'en allait tout simplement." I don't have any memory of ever learning that song, in any language. It's very odd.)
The real singing Nun left the church and moved to San Francisco where she became an infamous S&M Madame named Sister Mary Quite Contrary and was well used by members of The Bohemian Grove. Later she became a heroin addict and morbidly obese.
No kidding, Jesse. Melrose's drama made my eyes roll OUT OF MY HEAD. So, yay!
I may not be willing to go as far as "yay," but at least phew!
In other TV news, what does it mean that Ed Helms is back on the Daily Show? Is he done being on The Office, or is it just a break?
I never thought I'd be hearing the term "priapism" on the tv several times a night.
I learnt it from TV. And not even Nip/Tuck. The Professionals, it was.
I think I read somewhere when Helms' Office gig was announced that he would be doing occasional Daily Show appearances.
Yeah, phew is probably better, Jesse. Still, she is kind of happily bubbly and more real than Melrose .
I love having Top Chef rerun immediately at 11 p.m. because I can watch Medium at 10. Again I say, I must get TiVo someday.
Then again, I could probably stand to watch a lot less TV since I dreamed about Lorelai and Rory Gilmore the other night.
I think I read somewhere when Helms' Office gig was announced that he would be doing occasional Daily Show appearances.
OK, that's good.
AmyLiz, earlier tonight, I told a coworker that if she ever wants to talk about a TV show, she should come to me, because odds are, I watch it. Sad? Maybe. But in this case, she was talking about HIMYM, and I was all over that!!
Wikipedia disagrees:
That's not inconsistent with my story! She was a dominatrix, and she did heroin, and she did have a lesbian lover and she did the autistic school and she died mixing drugs and alcohol.
I just neglected the parts that weren't prurient.
I told a coworker that if she ever wants to talk about a TV show, she should come to me, because odds are, I watch it.
What I find sad about me is that I know stuff about shows I don't even watch. Osmosis, I guess. Being here, listening to other people chat. My brain is full of useless information about fictional people.