Bones

The bones are a musical instrument (more specifically, a folk instrument) which, at the simplest, consists of a pair of animal bones, or pieces of wood or a similar material. (Wikipedia)

So the world has gone swine-flu crazy. I know that people have died (a baby in the U.S. died this morning - the first fatality outside of Mexico so far), but I wish people would stop panicking about it. Or more specifically, I wish the media would stop trying to get everyone to panic. There is nothing to be done, if you get it, you get it. As Dr Hillary said, the normal winter flu can kill, and people don't panic about that. Hypochondriacs the world over are in heaven right now.

I have been watching Bones lots lately. I really want to get to the end of Season 1, but it seems to be taking ages! Once I have completed the first season, I might move on to Brothers and Sisters Sason 2, or House Season 5. As you can tell, my life is so interesting!

I drew an amazing picture last night, to send to Anna. I have scanned a copy, but I won't put it on here until I have sent it to her, or it will ruin it! Even though I am not sure how regularly she reads my blog. I am not sure that anyone reads my blog at all!

Ashes to Ashes is back. And it's awesome. Loving Gene Hunt, as ever, he has some of the best lines ever. E.g:


Alex: You're playing with them?
Gene: No, that's just the way I'm standing.

Genius!

A Streetcar Named Marge

"A Streetcar Named Marge" is the second episode of The Simpsons' fourth season. It first aired on the Fox network in the United States on October 1, 1992. In the episode, Marge wins the role of Blanche DuBois in a musical version of Tennessee Williams' A Streetcar Named Desire. Homer is apathetic to his wife's acting pursuits, and Marge beings to see parallels between him and Stanley Kowalski, the play's boorish lead male character. The episode contains a subplot in which Maggie Simpson attempts to retrieve her pacifier from a strict daycare attendant.

I am writing this blog to try and stave off the boredom and impending doom I am feeling at having to write an essay that is due tomorrow, that I am only 12.5% of the way through. Needless to say, it's about A Streetcar Named Desire, and Death of a Salesman, and I am really struggling! I have a good plan, it's just getting it all down on paper! And both plays are so depressing, I am tired of reading about rape, suicide and mental illness.

Also, because I am spectacularly unorganised, I have three more essays due next week that I haven't done yet. Grr. I hate myself for leaving everything until the last minute.