My passion for Simon Pegg was almost diminished a bit when I heard him say (about "Spaced"), "Writing it was such an organic experience." I hate that phrase. It's such a gay Hollywood cliche. And not gay in the good way.

But then he saved himself. I went back to the outtakes, and there's this thing that happens with him and Nick Frost, this kind of telepathy where Nick will do a take that makes Simon laugh, but Simon tries to power through by holding his breath or going completely silent, but Nick senses the pause and starts laughing and reprimanding Simon for breaking.

Additionally, Simon is just so vulnerable to laughter - it's awesome.

So, I'm thinking about getting a taser. I had a run-in at my house with some very persistent carpet cleaners who would not leave after I asked them several times politely and then told them to leave several times in my schoolteacher-about-to-crack-some-skulls voice and the whole experience freaked me out. I don't freak out easily.

A guy at work who comes into my office every once in a while to make sure I'm not sitting in the dark (it's a long story having to do with some feisty dimmer switches and a verrrry damselish phone call to the engineering department) also has a side business selling guns and such. After I told him that story, he said I should have something in the house for defense, and if I don't trust the little voice in my head around guns, that I should consider a taser. So I'm thinking about it. A taser's a nice alternative, because it doesn't kill anyone but knocks out the rascally intruder long enough for me to call 911 and then kick him in the Balzac repeatedly until the police arrive.

Plus the guy at work's another hot one. I wouldn't mind shopping his weaponry (although he's had a vasectomy and two ex-wives, so I'm not sure I'd ever buy into his big guns). Actually, he scares me just a little and he's way shorter than me. I think I'd offend his masculine pride. And I don't date people from the workplace.

I realized today just how much workplace romances turn me off. This guy in my department is dating someone from finance, and I walked into his office to bring him a file or something, and he was eating lunch with his girlfriend's legs between his legs. Blech. So inappropriate. Plus, what happens when she gets a spine and breaks up with him because he's a cheating, sexist prick? Or he breaks up with her because he's tired of a spineless, weeping girl-slave? Messy, whether you cook it up with Crisco or canola.