Sex in the City

Two things, quickly, and then I'm off to do my homework like the dutiful student I am.

1. Although I much prefer living much of my worklife in musical oblivion than join in on the majority of the hubbub around me, there are sporadic times like this afternoon when I'm glad people yank me out of my musical lalaland. A fragmented conversation carried out only a few times a month, the common thread - Vivaldi. And he used to sing in an a cappella choir? (My fellow part-time conversationalist, not Vivaldi. Wouldn't that be a hoot though?) I look forward to the next installment of fragmented hall conversation. :)

2. I can't stand Sex in the City. There's just something (ok, several somethings) about the series that just makes me glower and go on a tirade. Thing is, it only took the commercials, people's commentary of it, and an undying hated ("Never say you hate someone." Thanks, Mum. I stand corrected.) loathing of Sarah Jessica Parker to make me never watch a single episode. Frankly, I think the commercials and people's blather is sufficient evidence and justification to steer clear of the series (and upcoming movie, blech). However, I just so happened to let slip to a friend this hatred of mine, and promptly therein the first two Sex in the City discs did appear on my desk. "Watch them unprejudiced," says she. "I'll need more rum," says I. But rum notwithstanding, such is the homework which awaits me now. In fact, the disc is already in my computer and the music for the main menu is already making me grit my teeth. Unprejudiced! Aye... here goes nothing. Wish me luck!