Walks like a deer. Looks like a deer. It’s a deer.

Just a few things before I go to bed…

I watched The Biggest Loser tonight and I hate what they did at the end–making the end elimination challenge “to be continued”. A serious WTF moment. By the way, I hated that Melissa chick. I was glad to see her go.

Watched the new Paranormal State where they go to the Pine Barrens in NJ in search of the Jersey Devil. At one point they caught an animal on the IR camera. They saw what they wanted to see–a creature that appeared like descriptions of the Jersey Devil. Uh…no. Pretty sure it wasn’t. Looked like a deer to me partially hidden behind a bush. They were going on about how deer would be scared of humans, wouldn’t let them get close, blah blah. I’m here to say that deer will let humans get in close, especially in NJ. How do I know? Dude, I’m a Jersey girl. I used to horseback ride alone in the woods in South Jersey. Saw deer all the time. A few years ago I was up there for a funeral and walked right up to several deer grazing in a field next to two busy roads. (I was walking to the corner WaWa…convenience store.) I walked up to them twice. I remember standing there in awe, but you know, when people build so many houses in former woody areas, where else will the deer go? And why wouldn’t they get used to us? My point: They caught a deer on camera.

And finally…it never ceases to amaze me how many nut-jobs are out in blog-land. A phone conversation about grammar and the use of contractions (imagine that, two writers talking shop) turns into a blog post, and suddenly the war is on. The post had nothing to do with anyone in particular, but someone took it personal…as in a personal attack. Thus this person chose to act like a raving nut on her own blog as well as in the comments on the blog post. Geez, it isn’t all about YOU. (Well, unless you’re Dr. Seuss.)