Randomosity 1.0

So far this week, I have discovered the following things:

1. "Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell" is like reading Dickens without the payoff. Given up after about 1/3 of it because it dragged and (because the library lent me a hardback) I was about to rupture something.

2. Sarah Silverman is just about the least funny human being on the face of the earth - and that includes the Pope (who I can't imagine even smiling). This after I didn't even watch her at the VMAs (too old - hey, I'm old enough to remember when MTV actually played, oh, MUSIC VIDEOS so take a step back before I pummel you with my walker) but I did happen to read a transcript of her opening monologue. Why does this woman get asked to host things, again? NOT. FUNNY. An online buddy put it best:
"Her entire schtick is "Vagina abortion ass rape Holocaust grandma-rape chink gonorreah. Oh yeah, I said it. Are you shocked, middle America? Are your comfortable, narrow minds totally blown by my outrageousness? No? How about this: September 11 orgy anal-rape-with-a-crucifix cunt spank Pol Pot genital sores. [ingratiating oh-did-I-do-that smile]" (tm wilderness, thanks!)
Her 15 minutes are SO up.

3. J'adore Setanta Sports on my dish... except, woe is me, it was just a PREVIEW. Curse you, DishTV, for hooking me on The Full SPL, live EPL action and the Rugby World Cup before pulling the rug out from under me. WOE. (Dang, man, Aussie Rules is the bestest thing to doze off to -- assault with intent to maim while wearing weird sleeveless shirts? The strangeoid way the refs confirm a point? Perfection.)

4. Top Gear is being rebroadcast on BBCAmerica. This makes me happy. I'm no gearhead by any means (I'm more 'pretty, shiny thing go fast YAY!') but now I wanna be famous just so I can be their 'Star in a Reasonably Priced Car'. Or The Stig. I could totally be the Stig, guys -- call me!