The "What Are You Doing This Moment" Thread

Lost seems particularly good because I'm watching it simultaneously with the Conan The Adventure series, which makes Plan Nine From Outer Space seem like a masterpiece. The best part is the constant forced laughter.
 
Just woke up after a nap. I didn't realise I was tired, I'd just lay down to think for a while. I had the windows open and the fan on, though, so it was pretty damn relaxing. Currently sitting around and enjoying the mildly euphoric feeling that comes with a lot of rest.
 
I wouldn't say anything is stupid, but be prepared to just go along with things instead of questioning whether it's realistic. There are a few episodes in Season 3 where it seems like they didn't know what they were doing and stalled for time, but most of the plot is really good.

I thought Season 3 was fairly solid compared to Season 2, which is where they seemed to lose direction for a while. But then, I also like Season 3 because several of my favourite characters have bigger roles in it. Season 4 is the best so far though.

And I just finished watching the first season of Breaking Bad. Really interesting show, shame about the strike, but I'm looking forward to the next season.
 
Blazing Saddles is really funny


I'm relaxing because my game got rained out. Probably gonna play some Halo in a few minutes.
 
Just got through watching Lost all afternoon. I only have the Season 4 finale left.

if you haven't yet, I think you would like Heroes. It's basically a mirror version of Lost imho, NBC's answer to it, and I think I like it more. Lost has been going on for 4 seasons and all we know is what and who the Dharma Iniative is.
 
I remember I was hammering on a fence in the backyard when my dad approached me. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried. I continued to hammer as he came toward me. "Son," he said, "why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it." "Oh, I'm not using nails," I replied. "I'm just hammering." With that, I returned to my hammering. Dad asked me to stop hammering, as he had some news. I did stop hammering, but first I got a couple more hammers in, and this seemed to make Dad mad. "I said, stop hammering!" he yelled. I think he felt bad for yelling at me, especially since it looked like he had bad news. "Look," he said, "you can hammer later, but first--" Well, I didn't even wait to hear the rest. As soon as I heard "You can hammer," that's what I started doing. Hammering away, happy as an old hammer hog. Dad tried to physically stop me from hammering by inserting a small log of some sort between my hammer and the fence. But I just kept on hammering, 'cause that's the way I am when I get that hammer going. Then, he just grabbed my arm and and made me stop. "I'm afraid I have some news for you," he said. I swear, what I did next was not hammering. I was just letting the hammer swing lazily at arm's length, and maybe it tapped the fence once or twice, but that's all. That apparently didn't make any difference whatsoever to Dad, because he just grabbed my hammer out of my hand and flung it across the field. And when I saw my hammer flying helplessly through the air like that I just couldn't take it. I burst out crying, I admit it. And I ran to the house, as fast as my legs could take me. "Son, come back!" yelled Dad. "What about your hammer?!" But I could not have cared less about hammering at that point. I ran into the house and flung myself onto my bed, pounding the bed with my fists. I pounded and pounded, until finally, behind me, I heard a voice. "As long as you're pounding, why not use this?" I turned, and it was Dad, holding a brand-new solid-gold hammer. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and ran to Dad's outstretched arms. But suddenly, he jumped out of the way, and I went sailing through the second-story window behind him. Whenever I hear about a kid getting in trouble with the drugs, I like to tell them this story.