I was watching part of an episode of a program called American Dad on the AFKN channel on my television. Something involving a criminal with a german accent, whose brain has been transplanted into first a fish, then into the body of a seventies-era-looking black man. Meanwhile a hippie dude who says he is a "tree in a man's body" is running some kind of eco-terrorist thing.
And there's a werewolf subplot. And the pet space alien, Roger (a regular, apparently, described at wikipedia as "sarcastic, alcoholic, surly, lonely, aloof, and flamboyantly effeminate"), loses a pair of sea monkeys he dearly loves, after feeding them some champaign. Near the end, Stan says, "for the second time of my life, I was saved by hip-hop." Bizarre cultural references abound. Was this a good use of my time? I don't know, but I laughed very hard, several times.
I sure get tired of those military public service announcements, though. It's like watching them collectively, as an institution, try to convince themselves that they have a clue.
I am drinking something called citron tea, which is made from something that is inexplicably almost identical to orange marmalade jam – you scoop out a spoonful of it into a cup, add hot water, and drink: presweetened vaguely tea-ey hot citrus drink. I bought a huge jar of it for 3000원 (about 3 bucks) last time I was at the supermarket. I like it.