So, I'm watching the Hockey...

Leafs are beating Ottawa. I really want to see the Yankees game, [EDIT: I mean Mets/Dodgers...Yankees lost this afternoon, duh.] but the bar I'm in isn't giving me that option. So I'm about to go home. But lo and behold, in the break, there's Ron Maclean. And you know who he's talking to? George. Strombo. From The Hour.

This is called cross-promotion. There is a heartbeat at the CBC. Good for you, you little scamps! We noticed!

Anyway...I'm heading out of town for the weekend, which, for the sake of you Americans who can't conceive of such a thing, is Canadian Thanksgiving. So Blogging will be light.

No Battlestar swooning for me. Not til Monday, anyway.

In the meantime, I leave you with a few random items.

• Jaime Weinman at Macleans tells you how Veronica Mars is really doing its best to pull you in, goddamnit! They're making it so easy for you!

• After considering the fact that my thoughts have returned to it a couple times today, I can officially announce that The Nine is getting promoted to regular viewing. You should watch it, cause I'll probably be blathering about it down the line. Zap2ItTV likes it too.

• I remind Canadians that Intelligence debuts Tuesday on CBC. Write your own joke here.

• I would appreciate people's well-considered, three reasons why I should give How I Met Your Mother another chance. I saw the season premiere. I laughed. But not a lot. But... I'm still shopping for new comedies. (Warning: "Neil Patrick Harris is just as funny as he was in Harold and Kumar" is not a selling point. I know. Not enough. Gimme more.)

• A week or so ago, I said Heroes felt like one of those shows that I catch up on, on DVD. Nope. I've decided that show is Friday Night Lights.

• I'm pretty sure I know who this is. But it's still fun. Like Assistant/Atlas, the Canadian version.
  
  
• Oh, Gary Sanchez. You are dirty. Pssst. Christians. Start protesting now. This is much more important than voting in the midterms.
  
  
• Happy Hour has not been canceled. Good. I hope it proves all those prudes wrong.
  
  
• Ew.
  

• Daniel Fienberg is right on, right on, about this one.

• For those of you who have weighed in on the chair issue, you should know that the very same person I damned, Rob Sheridan, may just have provided the mechanism by which I can acquire it. Development rules! All together now, your best Mr. Burns.... Exxxxxxcccellllent! If it all comes through, I will call my ridiculously esspensive chair "Robbie." He'll fucking hate that. (Sidebar: Rob Sheridan is so %#@^ing clever, not only did he get to play with the boys from Corner Gas, he invented a whole new bar game -- which may or may not, with a little luck and a lot of English, be headed to a TV show near you. Alas, ladies, he's taken.)
  

So. That's it. Meanwhile, I'll be staying in a hotel. I love hotels. Hotels are cool. They have little soaps and clean sheets and nice firm beds and they call you sir, goddamnit.

Have a great weekend.