Because It's Friday . . .

Because Lisa Samson has been graciously interviewing so many Christian novelists on her blog, "Author Intrusion," be sure to check out BJ Hoff's blog, "Grace Notes," on Monday, where Lisa will be the interviewee. (Links to the right).

And now, just because it's Friday . . .

You Know You're Addicted to Alias When...

At every fast food joint you go to, you order "the special, no pickles" regardless of the fact that you LIKE pickles. You believe wearing a colorful wig and tight clothing can help you get away with anything. You check the sides of old book pages for Russian characters. Every time you see a black Mercedes, it reminds you of Sark. You notice every Ford Focus on the road. You use the phrase "There are just so many problems with this..." at every possible opportunity. You have suspicions that your spouse may actually be a double. Your non- Alias obsessed friends (like you have any of those left! Hah!) refuse to talk to you about Italians, prophecies, pickles, wigs, parent/daughter relationships, spies or anything else that might lead to a discussion about Alias. You actually BUY a blue Ford Focus. (With gold rims, of course) You wonder if Sark actually could be Irina's son. You develop opinions and theories about this and other unanswered facets of the show, and spend a large amount of time formulating arguments for both sides of the debate... The main question you ask yourself shopping is "Would Sydney wear something like this?" You have seen every episode. Ever. More than 5 times a piece. You went to see Daredevil just for Jennifer Garner. (NO, NO, NO.) You flip out when you see Michael Vartan in One Hour Photo married to someone else. The mention of weddings, rings, or two years just gets you incredibly ticked off. If the topic of TV shows comes up, you automatically ask the person "Do you watch Alias?" and if they say they've never heard of it... you immediately end the conversation. You hear the songs played in the show.. and you instinctively listen for the lines of the characters.. and know precisely when their lines occurred in the song. Your history teacher mentions something about the KGB.. and you suddenly think "Irina?" You have a codename that people actually call you by. You think having no first name is a perfectly acceptable thing. Old Asian men in wheelchairs creep you out. You will never view epoxy in the same way again. You find yourself trying to find good, compelling reasons to sway your significant other that your next child/pet should be named "Irina" or "Sydney." You feel aggravated and insulted when you watch the episode of "Frasier" where Victor Garber plays Dr. Crane's British butler. ("Years of agent training and experience, wasted...") You feel a strange urge to bite Mike Tyson's ear off every time you think of "Jimmy Kimmel Live." Whenever you hear a truly interesting song, you immediately think of how that song would fit into a scene from Alias. You find yourself criticizing the REAL CIA based solely on your knowledge of Alias. You think Jerry Springer's guests have boring, uncomplicated family/friend relationships and easy, simple-to-fix personal problems. You become incredibly irritated when people say, "That girl Sydney, doesn't she really report to someone else?" and can tell them exactly how many episodes behind the times they are. You begin fantasizing about planting listening devices on your significant other's work clothes, just to see if you can find anything exciting/spy-worthy. You know what J/I, S/V, S/W, Sarkney, Slark, slash, and shipper are, and have opinions on all of them. Every time you hear the Nokia ringtone, you get excited even though there's no way it could be Vaughn. You look for air vents you could crawl into incase of an emergency. The only people you have on your AIM buddy list are people you've met through Alias When you begin to doze off in history class and only snap back to attention when the teacher uses the words "Alliance" or "Covenant." You record every episode, then go out and buy the DVDs as well. You dream about Irina Derevko at least once a week. Sweiss does not sound like a candy bar to you You assume that anyone who wears dark eyeliner is evil. You meet a nice person and immediately become suspicious of their motives. You constantly try to figure out ways to get Jack and Irina back together. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Alias.

Angie here again--frankly, I'm always wondering where Sydney keeps her wig boxes . . . her apartment should be filled with them!

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