I know ... I keep posting about True Blood lately. Partly it's because I haven't been able to concentrate on reading a book in a while, and partly because the show is both slightly addictive and really annoying. It swings.

This past weekend's episode (#8?) was annoying. The spraying blood and the subsequent slaying of Longshadow was ok. But what's up with this Jason-Joy-Nerdy/Gay Vampire storyline? And the gooey Oh-Jason-I'm-So-In-Love-With-You business? I mean, sure, in the books Jason has a way with the female portion of the population but come ON! And kidnapping a vampire? Having sex in front of him while he moaned in agony? Give me a freakin' break.

Tell me Charlaine Harris isn't cringing as she watches. Her writing does not go down such cliched, groan-worthy paths. It's a lot more subtle with a healthy dose of irony. I really miss her light touch in this series.

Sure, I'm happy that one of my favourite series is being brought to life (or unlife - LOL) every week. And I hope its popularity helps Ms. Harris out financially -- she deserves it IMO.

But I prefer the books. You know -- the place where Sookie isn't a saucy whiner, where Eric's quips make you laugh, and where Jason is a highly-sexed idiot ... but not THIS much of an idiot.

Ok. 'Nuff said, for now.

And now it's time to start watching the US election results come in ...