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1)  Flight of the Conchords -- The funniest show of the summer has now become my new reason to look forward to Sunday night.  The old reason (Entourage) has slowly become stale and mundane, going on and on with no direction and recycling the same ideas.  It pales in comparison to the unpredictability and ridiculousness of Conchords, which follows a down-on-their-luck duo known as the "fourth most popular folk pardody band in New Zealand."  The best part is that half of the show is actually crazy, '80's-style music videos, packed with random, stream of consciousness lyrics.  If you haven't seen it, trust me, you won't be disappointed.

2)  This engaged chick at my volunteer kitchen -- I probably shouldn't write this, since there's a semi-realistic (read: not bloody likely) chance this could get back to me, but whatever.  If you're keeping track, it's not this one (although she was there last week and we warmly ignored each other), and definitely not that one (although I've had my Brian McKnight moments -- "do I ever cross your mind, anytime?").  Anyways, the problem is even if something were to happen between me and her -- a big if, of course, since I'm a los -- um, good person -- her fiancee is actually a cool dude. But I still can't help feeling the way I do.  What is it about falling for women I can't have?  Or is it that all of the good ones are taken, since I don't actually know they're taken when I first realize how much I like them?  I know, I should really get out more. 

3)  The NBA Draft -- It's sports, but keep reading even if you care less about this than the previous two sections.  The draft has been one of my top five favorite non-holiday nights of the year since I was a kid.  In addition to the big trade rumors and unintential comedy of the ESPN annoucers, my team has a high pick for the first time in nearly a decade.  I'm desperately hoping they nab Chinese sensation Yi Jianlian, not just because he's an intriguing prospect, but because it guarantees at least a little national coverage for the porous Sacramento franchise.  And yet, the pessimist in me is a  little too prepared for dissappointment all around.  Ah, we're back to safe territory for me.