Jailhouse rocks

I’m not sure about Catherine Tate as the new companion on Doctor Who. The jury is out. We’ll see. After two excellent companions in a row, she’s got big boots to fill—and all I’ve seen so far is a big mouth. I like her grandfather, though.

Remember when women going undercover in prison was good clean fun? Like when Charlie’s Angels did it in their neatly pressed (and cunningly unbuttoned) blouses and coifed hair? Law & Order: SVU put paid to that lie last night with a gritty, harrowing episode.

Final four tonight on Big Brother. I’m hoping Natalie goes to sequester. I’m betting Mattie is praying she doesn’t show up. Adam hides his light under a bushel, methinks. He solved that puzzle in half the time as the next closest competitor. I was sure Sharon was going to win that one.

Tomorrow is my day at Storytellers Unplugged. This month: Why Write Short Stories?

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