Adding to my Goodreads list ... POST HASTE

Pride, Prejudice & Zombies. Yes, you're reading that right.

As elaborated upon on Salon:

One obvious question, of course, is what would Ms. Austen think of this unconventional adaptation? To this, I turned to Salon book critic and Austen fan Laura Miller, who replied:

"Well, she'd be astonished, of course, since her age was, sadly, as bereft of zombie movies as it was of indoor plumbing. However, I don't doubt that Elizabeth Bennet would adapt quickly to the imperatives of a zombie attack and in time prove one of our ablest leaders in the war against the undead. The real question is: If Mr. Darcy became infected, would Elizabeth have the fortitude to behead him in time?"

Does it get better than that? I think not.

Couch potato's log, supplemental

I was just yesterday chatting about my austere TV-watching habits with some lovely folks (you know who you are), and noting how, since the writer's strike, I'm down to three regular shows, Bones, 30 Rock, and the rotating Bravo show du jour Project Runway/Top Design/Top Chef.

The strike broke my connection with a lot of shows, and I've never gone back. (Though Heroes lost me slightly earlier than that for reasons related to writing, but not the lack thereof.) Not that I didn't fill the void with more casual viewing relationships -- the original CSI, doing the lather-rinse-repeat cycle on the Spike network; Reba, watched when there was a CSI repeat; the USA junk food that is Monk and Psyche; and for when I wanted to die a little bit on the inside, the VH-1 roster of Celebrity Rehab and, worse, Charm School.

But these are not shows I would record if I were not home to see them. They are shows I watch when I'm eating dinner. Cause I'm classy like that.

I know I could have been watching Mad Men. I know I could have been renting The Wire. But the writer's strike was also the best thing to happen to my own writing. To say nothing of my reading. (Books, you know, are the bomb.) So I did those things instead, and when it came time to hook back into those shows with which I have an emotional connection, there were only the select few that had any siren call left.

But come February 13th at 9 pm, I fear I shall have to add a fourth (FOURTH!) show to my list of regular shows: Joss Whedon's new series Dollhouse on Fox.

Because my crush on Joss Whedon is not small. It's not small at all.

And if it displaces any of the VH-1 viewing I've been doing, the world will be a better place and I a better person.