He ain't heavy, he's my watcher

I have come to the conclusion that Buffy the Vampire Slayer's Giles and American Idol's Simon Cowell are long-lost brothers in the all-encompassing ebb in which fiction and non-fiction meet. Both are single, latently homosexual men who get off on their positions of authority over youth. Both also display poor taste in women. Simon championed Carmen Rasmusen. Giles fell for the boring-as-toast Jenny Calendar. Both possess a knack for exhausting one shirt during an entire season. Oh, and both are stuffy and British.

On a completely different note, I'm apparently moving to Laguna Beach in early September with my co-worker Melinda. While I maintain that this is a relatively decisive statement, I reserve the right to change my mind at any given moment.