Chaotic Otter Ducks

I've come to the realization that I watch far too much TV. I would like to defend this with the fact that I have heaps of time in my day, what with my one hour of work and holiday from classes right now. That being said, I can watch huge amounts of TV, read a lot, work out for an hour, work for an hour, make elaborate dinners and still make time to master the art of Spider Solitaire. My taste in shows has been altered quite drastically since my arrival in the land down under the Land Down Under. I now watch Oprah, CSI, Charmed, and other shows I am equally ashamed of. When your options are limited, you take what you can get. Life is looking up in my televised world because Desperate Housewives and Futurama are soon joining the lineup. I'm a happy girl. Still, for being as behind the game as we are, we do have Chaotic. I happened upon it accidentally because it started at like 11.30 pm or something and I was willing to watch a few minutes of the show that had gotten such horrid reviews. With this confession, I have to hang my head in utter dismay: I liked it. I liked Britney, I liked what she was saying, and I even identified with her. She was showing desperate signs of loneliness, forcing friendship on her employees, but who doesn't feel lonely at times? I am still not a fan of Kevin, but I can see why she is attracted to him. He reeks of bad news and drama, but for the girl who is feeling socially isolated, it makes sense. What has become of me? I am actually looking forward to the next public display of shameless narcissism that is Chaotic. Sigh.

In other news that I am including just so the public doesn't fear my overindulgence in matters of TV, there is a cool duck that I think I may have mentioned in past posts. It is a sleek, long black duck looking thing that hangs out in the Leith near my flat. This duck hangs out on a low hanging branch that, if I were a duck, I would hang out on too. Very picturesque. Well, yesterday I saw said black duck dip under the water, like many ducks can and do. But Black Duck stayed under. I literally stopped in shock and worry for Black Duck, scanning the surrounding area hoping for him to pop up. He was under far too long and I was just about to jump in the Leith to find and save him (well, almost) when he popped up miles away from where he had started (figuratively speaking). I renamed him Otter Duck and loved him all the more. I asked a Kiwi friend about this fascinating bird and it turns out they're called Shags, which I find endlessly funny. They can hang out underwater for a long time and are considered much more graceful and pretty than ducks. And I'm a pretty big fan of ducks as it is. While Shag is his proper name, I will continue to call him Otter Duck because it better hints at his mysterious capabilities. All Hail Otter Duck. :)

Ooh, and I just looked up a site to get more information and you will be even more astounded when you read all about them here! As a disclaimer, my Otter Duck doesn't look like the picture exactly because it's mostly black, as described lower on the page.