So, I don't have Internet in the house. Don't want it. I spend so much time at work in front of the computer, it's lost it's appeal as recreation. Plus, the wrists and the eyes are getting old.

So, there's a tiny bit of free time I have now. The missus and I decide to treat ourselves to Las Rosas. Good as always, but I wouldn't get the shrimp tacos again. The fish tacos are much better and the shrimp was little frozen ones.

Fortified by two margaritas, I settle down into my chair with my copy of Hemingway's short stories. I've been fascinated by Hills Like White Elephants since I first read it a million years ago. There's something about the line: "Would you please please please please please please please Stop talking." It seems so real.

Anyway, somehow the missus has put on one of those stupid MTV reality shows that I don't watch: The Hills, Season 3.

I put my nose back into Ebrol but still happen to notice that the cap-toothed weasel, Spencer, who makes the missus throw up a little when she sees him (Spencer Reflux Disease), is back on and even more desperate for air time. He even proposed to Heidi, but didn't it seem so contrived and planned?

Anyway, the season teaser at the end of episode one has put has squarely on Team LC now. Damn that Heidi! Damn her to hell!

"Do you feel better?" he asked.
"I feel fine," she said. "There's nothing wrong with me. I feel fine."

Labels: Laguna Beach, LC, Shows I don't watch, Team Heidi, The Hills, The Missus, West Oaks