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Saturday, June 24
Kick snap punch!
I've come up with a new theory, namely - We are what we watch.
Based predominantly on intense studies of my own behaviour and train of thought after I've subjected myself to any particular TV drama at length, here's why: After watching 2 whole seasons of Lost, I find myself not only bathing less (because the grungy look is in) but also wondering what my bathing less could mean (because everything means something); Smallville brought about a strong suspicion that my neighbour's hitherto inexplicable ability to know all the latest gossip may be Kryptonite-induced; and Desperate Housewives made me smash my pipe to get the plumber over.
So you really can't blame me for accusing that lady on the bus with the horrible B.O. of being a suspected suicide carrier of some new biochemical airborne viral infection, can you? Blame Alias.