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After a full day of shopping with Anna and Jess, I came home to chill out and ended up listening to a Kevin Smith Smodcast—SMoviemakers with Edgar Wright.

And now I'm going to end up starting an epic rewatch of Spaced, because it's simply been too long and hearing Edgar talk about the process working up to that... I've got a renewed craving.

I think Matt's still stoked to have been ahead of the curve on that one. I remember when it arrived on the doorstep from amazon.uk for his freshly de-regionalized DVD player our first Christmas. That was my gateway drug into British television.

No looking back, no regrets. Fried gold.

if i can't move to california, the uk would do.

My nights with American television are few and far between, especially now that we've found a great source for more British imports (you do what you can, BBC America and I love you for it). Matt and I are currently catching up on a Heroes-ish show called The Misfits.

It's fun and I already love the Irish kid and the creeper who looks like the singer from Joy Division*. Funny thing is, I've never actually watched Heroes. I missed that train when it started and I don't like jumping into the middle of something like that. Sure, the seasons are all on Netflix, so I don't have much of an excuse —one day, I suppose, one day.

Anyway, the opening credits for Misfits is pretty sweet.

*He also played Moritz in the London production of Spring Awakening. Everything's connected.