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Well, we're finished the Painting the Baseboards adventure, are midway through the Moving Everything Off the Second Floor adventure and ready to start the Have the Hardwood Floors Installed on Said Second Floor adventure starting on Monday. As a result, I've mostly been MIA on LJ. But I do have a few brief TV related musings.

First off, we finally finished season 1 of Veronica Mars. Just in time for season 2 to finally show on Canadian TV. (And I'm really trying hard not to stress about the fact that we've already got 4 eps of it built up on the PVR. I have a feeling we're going to resort to buying the box set of season 2 almost as soon as it's out.) I love Veronica Mars, and think it's one of the smartest shows out there, but did anyone else think it was a piece of lazy-assed writing to have Aaron Echolls pop up in Veronica's back seat in the last episode? I'm mean, two minutes before it happened, the Sweetie and I looked at each other and had the "oh, Christ, Aaron's going to be in the back seat, isn't he?" "But no, they wouldn't be that lame" "Oh no, they're going to be exactly that lame" conversation. Apart from that, I adored the first season whole-heartedly. I even thought the revelation that Aaron was the murderer was completely set up and yet not something I called.

Second, I have officially given up on The Chief. I've had 17 episodes of it sitting on the PVR since at least the spring, and not even the gorgeousness of Martin Shaw (and he is bloody gorgeous in it) can make me watch the damn thing. On the purely technical side, I can't handle the cheap-assed, shot on video, poorly lit, crappily composed quality of the whole thing. On the narrative side, I want to shake the writers and tell them that having people argue about the police budget for the five millionth time does not scintillating drama make. And while Martin is clearly out-acting most of the cast, the directors have a remarkable tendency to shoot the back of his head (no, really, I'd prefer to see his face, thank you) and even he has occasional lapses where he's trying too hard to sell the drama of a scene. So, I'm going to burn through those eps as fast as I can and I'm not going to bother copying them any more. 'Cause really, the chances of my ever watching 'em again is slim to none, and slim just left town.

On the other hand, I've decided I utterly adore Judge John Deed. Yet again we have a gorgeous, if older, Martin Shaw, which is always a plus. And I have somehow managed to turn off the part of my brain that knows something about the law when watching it, so I no longer need to clutch my head in pain when Deed does something particularly bone-headed, illegal or improper. I have also managed to stop taking offense whenever Deed sleeps with yet another woman who's crossed his path, though I haven't stopped yelling at Jo to keep away from him when tries yet again to win her back. I'm also shocked that I've developed an amused affection for George. I'll be holding back the final 4 episodes I've got left on the PVR as a reward for when I manage to get through a few of those bloody Chief episodes.

I may be disappearing entirely for a week or two. On top of the house stuff, I'm about to try upgrading my computer. New hard drives (320 GB!), new OS (Tiger!), new software (Final Cut HD!), all of which is probably going to entail new memory and a new graphics card, though that remains to be seen. If it all goes south, it may take me a bit to get it all sorted. So, send your good computer thoughts my way.