Life, The Universe, and... Colin Firth?

So many of you out there will have to forgive me, but until today I had never seen the entire 6 hour A&E "Pride and Prejudice." I know, this is scandalous. Well, Nikki (the prof I'm housesitting for) had it on DVD, and I had all these Taoism things to look through, so I thought, what better way to do my work than in front of Jane Austen?

Also, as you might know I was never such a huge Colin Firth person.
Wait, wait, before you get too excited, I am still not a huge Colin Firth person.

But I now have a new appreciation for why everyone loves Mr. Darcy: basically, he's been playing hard-to-get for 6 hours, and you're spending the entirety of those 6 hours waiting for that one chaste kiss at the end. So when it happens, it's such a relief, and so satisfying, that you can't help but be a little bit in love with him for finally doing it.

Like the other day, I was very hungry, and I walked by the Rueb, and there was this scent of fried food wafting out the door, and suddenly I really wanted some. But then I had to go meet Rachel over at Monday's, but I ended up walking out to meet her at West Gym, and then we walked back, and then the waitress was really really slow taking our order... but when the chicken strips and steak-cut fries finally came out, they were quite possibly the best thing I had ever tasted.

So if I may compare Colin Firth to a basket of fries and chicken strips, the moral of the story is:
Delayed gratification is damn good.