I've been gone so long. I am ashamed.

I miss you, I do, I miss fandom like crazy. But my internet access comes and goes as it pleases, even when my computer is accepting a charge from the male part of the plug. Which it currently is not. The female part has started eating the new plugs at an alarming rate.

I think my little Pythia is at the end of her life. She lasted just long enough (and i mean just long enough, it was the biggest thing she did on what may turn out to have been the last time she was On) for me (and my Wonderboyfriend! He watched three and a half seasons in a few months to catch up to me in time for 'The Oath') to watch the series finale of BSG.

I crashed my car (my beloved little civic, Anya) on my way to work that morning. It was totally fucking stupid; it was April and we'd just had a little snowstorm, but i'd been driving up to my mountain on snowpack in raging blizzards with chains on my tires before dawn all winter. I wasn't worried about a little dirty ice with clear lanes of pavement showing through on a sunny spring morning that would melt all this stuff in a couple of hours anyway. Which is why i slid off the road and into a big rock by the 7-11 parking lot fifteen minutes away from my house.

Let's not think about that morning. Aside from feeling like the most awful moron, everything went quite smoothly and when my Wonderboyfriend and SuperRoommate had brought me home, 'Daybreak, Part 2' was waiting for me.

( Let me go to another world and think about someone else's problems for a while, I said )

Actually i do now think the car crash was for the best, just as one of a few necessary reminders that money is still too tight for this trip to Mexico to be a very good idea. I was never sure it was quite doable, but i would have gone anyway -- i wasn't at all sure it was doable when Little Sister and i set out to seek our fortunes almost a year ago, either, and that's all turned out just brilliant.

But on the day before we left (I'm at my mom's house in Florida now) another door opened unexpectedly, one that means returning to Tahoe for at least a few more months. Since i've been gone, two more things have happened to push us (that is, the Wonderboyfriend and me) toward Door Number Two. As long as the door holds up its end, at this point, we're ready to walk through it.

I'm so happy about this. My sister is staying in Tahoe, after all. Also i think my chances of getting internet access are much, much higher.

But i can't make you any promises right now, internets. I don't know when i'll be able to come back to you or how much time i'll have when i do. I just want you to know i'm thinking about you, and that you shouldn't worry about me when i disappear. Life is just keeping me busy, and i am enjoying myself tremendously.

I do wish someone would make a Battlestar Galactica (i've been typing it so rarely it feels good to write it all the way out!) to this David Ford song. Remember when we saw him in Atlanta, octopedingenue?

OBAMA!

I am so proud. I love you, America!

Oh fucking eight, what a year.

What a NIGHT! I'm so glad, so glad, so glad, that this wasn't dragged out. McCain was, as many have said, mature and gracious in his concession and it was refreshing to see.

When Obama spoke I wept. We do have a chance now to make things better. And for the first time in a long time, I really do have hope that we might seize that chance. We need a leader to bring us together.

Today we all woke up in a new world. This is reality: Barack Obama is the President-Elect (what a sexy title) of the United States of America. You might as well get used to writing and saying this: President Obama!!

And to calling a black man Commander in Chief. FUCK YEAH!

I know it is so lame that every time I post these days it is at least in part to say, "Still alive!"

But I have been busy, Dear Flist. I have been busy falling in love. At the end of August my beautiful boyfriend brought me to Burning Man and constantly wore a camelback full of water and warm layers for both of us and often my journal and some pens too, and we rode our silly, bright bikes all twisted up with lights across the playa to whatever caught our attention. When we sat out in the dusty dark, sharing water and looking at all the crazy glowing burning bumping art exhibits and camps and cars we could check out next, I felt like Rose with the keys to the TARDIS.

And only a couple of days after we got back, we flew to Florida together, to my mom's house, to empty my sister's and my storage unit and fetch my car. I felt like that house in Florida brought out the teenage bitch in me, but the Duder never stopped smiling at me like he does, and he was a short angel of carrying heavy things (especially 23 boxes of books) and efficiently packing them into appropriate vehicles when we dealt with the shit in storage.

After that it was a roadtrip in a very packed car with too high a ratio of time spent driving to time spent in one place having fun, and we didn't just kick its ass; we both loved practically every minute. It was an adventure -- seems like everything is, with him, you can see how he got me (adventure and good food, actually), but this time llamas were involved.

I started writing a whole post about how great he is and it very quickly became longer than anyone but me would want to read. Suffice it to say I've met my match. (He just this moment sent me a text to say, "Of course I was right!" about Skinny Legs and All which I just admitted was getting as good as he'd promised.) And I believe in fairy tales and stupid stuff -- okay, I always did, but now I believe with a sense of triumph like Mac Guy in Galaxy Quest when The Commander tells him it's all real. And if I listed the fictional romances witch now remind me of myself and my Duder, you wouldn't even believe me. He should be fictional, he is that impossibly awesome, my lover.

So you'll forgive me for being distracted! But he's away again (mostly it's easier now I know where we stand) and so I have some quality internet time coming up. Get ready, my pretties!

My beloved Bleach buddies, I have posted an update to division15! And jaina is making me work on the next one, which is the one you really want to see. With the smut. It's 16 pages long right now. Fortunately I am feeling smutastically inspired these days! *g*

Although this amazing boy of mine is STILL gone. Rar. He got to come back briefly last Sunday and it was wonderful and we've been on the phone a lot so I'm not insecure about it but I fucking wish he were back already.

But I did get stuff done in his absence. Including finally finishing my reread of Animorphs #3 which I now have a fic bunny for, thanks a lot, Tobias. You'll never guess guys, it's a Rachel/Marco idea. I always did want to see inside that tank while they were all treading water. Rachel and Marco fall out of it together. *eyebrow waggle* And there's a continuity flub in there that needs ficcing. Got my work cut out for me!

I'm looking through the new course catalog for Brown, trying to remember for a resume exactly what classes I took, and now I am WAY JEALOUS of all the kids who are still there getting to take all these amazing courses!


Check this out:
Visual Literature: Pictures of the Page
This class examines how novels (and other texts) make use of the visual field of their pages. How do we read a sentence differently from a comic strip or a picture with caption? Readings include Tristram Shandy, Dickens and his illustrators, W.G. Sebald and contemporary comic books (Watchmen, The Sandman).

Why wasn't that a class when I was there?

And/or the Universe is just laughing. it. up.

My new and easy and awesome boy-thing has been going really really well, in fact pretty much perfect through the whole month of July. But in August the Duder had to go away for a week (which is almost up now) and I've adjusted relatively easily back into independent mode -- too easily, maybe. It's starting to feel like the whole whirlwind never really even happened.

Which makes it sort of difficult to figure out how to handle the Very Attractive Brother of the totally rad chick I've been in (platonic?!) love with since the Duder introduced us. VAB, you see, in addition to being hot and as into the active lakeside lifestyle as his awesome sister, is a great big geek. And not just any geek. A Buffy geek. Who also works for Apple.

And he was already way into me, because of my sweet 12-inch powerbook and the fact that I was showing Avatar: The Last Airbender on it, when we figured out that we are both Joss lovers. He said "Grr," so I said, "Argh." It was reflex, flist! I couldn't help it! So then we talked a little bit about Buffy, and about Serenity, and then we watched Dr. Horrible because neither of us had seen it.

It was brilliant and full of Classic Joss Moves that we both laughed about, even the one that made us simultaneously say, "oh, no!" at first. But it was maybe not the smartest thing to watch with someone who likes you while you have a sort-of boyfriend already? Especially on a futon in the middle of the night.

Nothing happened except he threatened to "full-on Dr. Horrible everyone in [my] life," (I pointed out certain flaws in this plan) and I could hear the gods laughing. VAB knows my Duder -- in fact, it was only a day or two before the Duder left that he said to The Girl Whose Sidekick I Want To Be, "Don't you think your brother and Jill are going to get along so well?" -- but VAB does not know yet that my sort-of boyfriend is one of his friends. At least I don't think he does.

Posting about this feels a lot like bragging, oh everyone is in love with me, but seriously, like, what? Two at once? Let me make a confession: the Duder, if he becomes a real boyfriend, will be my first. I think he will, unless one of us has gone weird when he gets back, but I think the sex is too good for that.

Oh gods. Last time I had an almost-boyfriend, he disappeared for a week and when he came back we fucked once and then he started avoiding me. I really really really don't want to do that again.

I also don't want to lead anybody on or break any hearts but I don't really know how to guard against that. Especially since I totally want to hang out and geek out with VAB all the time, he's fun! And easy on the eyes.

Mostly I want to get on with the story already. Waiting and wondering about what's gonna happen is only gonna get me into more trouble.

Sorry this is becoming a boy drama journal, guys. Just think of it as research for my shippy fic.

I've put off and put off posting about the boy because of (previously mentioned) superstition about taking for granted anything relating to how much a boy actually likes me.

But yesterday was my birthday and not only the Duder, but Duder's friends, came over in the morning and made breakfast and we all sat on the grass and played kazoos and ate amazing eggs benedict and bacon and strawberries, and then we went and swam in the brilliant blue lake and when we went back to the house, the Duder cooked again for me and my sister and her boyfriend. And at night there was an all-female AC/DC cover band that a friend we just happened to run into could get us all into for free, and then there was an underwear party.

One of the Duder's several Best Friends -- a hot redheaded chick -- shares my same birthday, and was throwing the big bash. When I told her my b-day was the same day, she said, "Oh, I'm totally throwing you a huge birthday party!" And proceeded to sweep me up in the festivities.

Sometimes she reminds me a little of my old roomie from New Mexico: so friendly she almost seems to have something to prove. But I think it might only be that she's actually had some rough stuff happen recently and so for her birthday, with all her awesome friends around, loving her, she was seizing all that joy as hard as she fucking could, and of course for a July 26 Leo (with Scorpio rising! that's a bigger coincidence than just the date) that includes showing the joy. Especially on a night when all your friends really are watching you, checking your fun rating!

Mmmmmm, the Duder made breakfast today -- he's making another burrito right now, actually. I dunno what all's in it, eggs and avocado and tomatoes and peppers and magic and some kind of meat, maybe, but fucking YUM.

Although when I say breakfast I mean, the first thing we're eating today, because we didn't get out of bed until 2:30 this afternoon. We probably woke up around, oh, eleven.

Have I ever posted about how much I like eating? I really love eating. I love food. I love the taste, I love the texture, I love the anticipation of being hungry while good food is cooking and I really really love being full. The Duder keeps feeding me. This is terribly clever of him.

Anyway. The thing I meant to post about in the first place: it's the boy's friends that make me think I should post about him, already. It's not just him -- everyone is making extended plans with me in them. They are treating me like family. And I love it because they are all seriously great people. The Duder's Boy Best Friend in the World and I are going to have lazyface movie night tonight while Duder works.

So there's this dude, LJ family. I really like him a lot. Here's what he's like: imagine Marco meets Aang.

Seriously, imagine that.

Speaking of Aang: AVATAR FINALE OMG. Fuck. Yeah.

Well. The good is very good.

The bad is, I dropped my phone in the water last night, and it still worked when I went to bed, but now it doesn't. Which. Fuck. I'm trying to get a job now! And I'll never be able to afford a new iphone.

The boy I'm superstitiously not posting about said he has a buddy who works at apple, but my mom has known people who work at Verizon for years and my experience is that it's not that easy to get free phones. Although maaaybe, since the new iphone was just released, maybe the old ones...

Anyway. I'll figure something out. That's how well the rest of my life is going: I dropped my phone in the lake and my reaction is just to sigh a little. There's always gotta be something. Besides, when I do really dumb things like that, they often end up leading to unexpected awesome things, so. No use crying.

We've decided, surprise fucking surprise, to remain in Tahoe for a while. We've got our choice of free places to stay while we look for something long-term, and the crazy cousins have their whole network of friends helping us find jobs as well as a place, not to mention taking us out on boats and getting us in to concerts for cheap.

And there's the boy thing, which at this point I think is really safe to post about, even though I am crazy. I'm pretty sure he realizes that. Writing about it is so hard! Every confident and/or hopeful sentence I arrange in my head, I think, but what if I'm wrong, like I always am?

Well, I'm telling you guys anyway. There's this guy here and he's been friends with my cousin for years so I've met him before on my Tahoe adventures, but this time we actually hung out and it turns out that in addition to being totally pretty, he's also really fun and he reads. He reads books. And kayaks and snorkels and mountain bikes and basically lives the life I want, except he's not a technology head and therefore will never find this journal unless I want him to, ha. Last night we slept under a rocky overhang by the lake and when we woke up the wildfire smoke was light enough we could see the other end of the lake for the first time in days. This place is brilliant.

Even though Be-bop and her boyfriend are trying to get me out of vacation mode, which is fucking lame. We were gonna travel for two more weeks, why do I have to get a job today? Come on!

High Sierra Music Festival, holy shit what a rocking good time.

I love dirty hippies! Here are some things people I didn't know gave me/us just because they were feeling generous: a bite of chocolate-covered banana, a combo ticket to the Saturday Late Night shows that all three members of our party used to get in to Keller Willams, a sweet hat with purple feathers, oranges, watermelon, chicken on a stick, free personal poi (fire spinning) lessons (from a huge BSG fan!), and beverages of all kinds. And that was just the strangers!

Live music, guys. DAMN. I would list all the bands I saw rocking the fuck out and blowing my mind with their awesome but it would almost just be a list of all the bands I saw, period. FESTIVALS!

Also I think I was ovulating or something because (The Ugly One:) I had a crush on every boy! I fortunately decided not to make any snap decisions when, for example, one of the bass players for the Bourgeois Gypsies was hitting on me -- I decided it would be wisest to not stalk anyone, and instead to just follow the music I wanted to see and let serendipity guide my boy-related choices.

Serendipity hooked me right up but that is all I am saying about that right now because I am superstitious about posting about boy stuff since the last few times it's gone all wrong right after I posted.

Okay -- not quite all, because as I was writing that, my cousin mentioned Festival Serendipity Boy (it's one of his friends from the area) and everyone was like, hey, you should do that guy. YEAH I MEAN TO. I hope this doesn't blow up in my face like boy things tend to do! (Seriously, if you love me, cross your fingers. The fact that I don't see how it can go bad at this point is no hindrance for Reality.)

Sidenote: I have to keep track of my phone now. SO DIFFICULT.

Anyway! Musicians are super badass and I love dancing my ass off not caring how dirty I am/get, and playing kickball with freaks at sunrise is fucking brilliant. Most of all I love the general festival atmosphere of acceptance and community and "do your thang, man!"

I am so happy! I didn't even sleep Saturday night. I think that magical thing that happens at festivals, where you're having such a blast you can't tell whether you're fucked up or not, is having an extended effect. (It's really nice to be clean right now.)



PS! Hold. On. Will Smith is a scientologist now?!?! WHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Made it to the west coast! I thought I'd be able to make more posts along the way, but we were always too busy Going and Seeing to stop for long in the little bubbles of free wi-fi we passed.

Caves, cliffs, ruins, floods, deserts, canyons, mountaintop meadows, and thousands of miles of open road have defined the last month. We've met kindred spirits in unexpected places, rescued a raccoon, been turned in circles by a Trickster, played a few tricks of our own, watched the moon wax and wane, slept in shady places with our trusty hammer in grabbing range, decided the quaking aspen is our favorite tree because of the patterns the leaves make and the eyes in the bark, and learned that we need to plan easy, relaxing days with not a lot of driving on the first days of our periods.

Stories from the journey will probably come together into posts at seemingly-random times in the future, but I'm not telling any of them now because I'm supposed to be getting ready for High Sierra Music Festival. We picked up Be-bops's boyfriend in Reno last night, and Now We're Three. High Sierra starts this afternoon, and after that it's two more weeks or so of road trip and then we have to figure out where we'll settle for a while.

Favorite Cousins, whose home in North Lake Tahoe is where we slept last night and whose wireless I'm using now, are telling us about all the two-bedroom places they've heard about here and regaling us with tales of all the wonderful stuff that will be going on if we stay for the summer. It's pretty hard to resist. But we've got more country to see before we decide anything.

Feels so good.

(Also, I'm thinking about Bleach a lot. And I loved the BSG mid-season finale, when I finally managed to download it. Like two nights ago I had a dream that Adama AND Roslin were cylons. Thank the gods that can't be true!)

…sort of. We're making a rest stop of my dad's house in New Jersey. It's a lucky thing for Bebop & me that he and mom live 1,000 miles apart, because it gave us an opportunity to figure out how much more crap we packed than we actually needed to bring, and a free place to stash all the stuff we're going to leave behind when we hit the road again.

A Confession: I can't really afford this roadtrip. And I don't care. I reread The Little Prince in Delaware, and had a lightbulb when I read the part where the little prince meets the businessman who owns all the stars and counts them and puts the number in a drawer and pats himself on the back and that's it. That, I realized, is exactly how it looks to me, checking my various balances online, watching numbers go up and down while I click buttons… it's just a game that everyone plays, and it's a stupid game with unfair rules that nobody quite understands, and I just can't convince myself to take it entirely seriously.

There is absolutely an element of privilege in this: I can declare money meaningless and set out to seek my fortune because I can be perfectly certain that whatever trouble I get myself into, I'm not going to starve. If I – if we – crash and burn, we can go back to mommy's house with our tails between our legs and she'll be ready and willing to feed and shelter us while we deal with the rest of the consequences. What more could I ask in a safety net?

So: I have the luxury of being wrong. I can buck the system and search for another way and I don't have to leave behind or let down anybody who was depending on me. The only future I'm risking is mine, so why do people keep shaking their heads and sighing and expressing their fear that I'll never get rich this way?

I don't WANT to get rich! I'm not saying I wouldn't throw a ridiculous fancy party if I won the lottery, but since I don't play the lottery, well.

I've seen a seriously poor woman ascend to serious wealth – I call her mom. She's achieved a lot of really incredible career-related things, and she's as miserable as ever. I know she started on the make! more! money! path because she had two needy little girls to take care of, but now all the kids are out of the house and she's still trapped. I don't want that. I couldn't bear that. (But I'll take advantage of it, as long as it's there.)

Good thing I don't have any babies and don't plan to.

Also, I can't bear to stay in one place too long. And that's what I'd have to do in order to ever travel anything like the way I want to if I were going to play it smart, within the system the way I'm supposed to. Maybe I'm being too hasty, setting out this way.

I still don't care.

A note: this is not a quest to find myself. I'm not lost. (everywhere i go, damn! there i am!)

I just want to see what's possible.

So that's my story. I'm lucky to have a sister who feels so much like I do about the gypsy lifestyle. Between us, the system don't stand a chance.

(Although when Obama gets elected I will likely feel a renewed Hope (!) in the system, and our ability to change it without any drastic dismantling.

I've learned here that my abuelita is also convinced that Barack Obama is our next president and her certainty feels just like mine – it's based on a feeling, not on keeping a close eye on the polls or the pundits or whatever, but I've been sure since, uh, heh, pretty much since the Giants won the superbowl. It's a year for underdogs: everything I heard about Obama inching up past Hillary in the primaries was a confirmation of my expectations, and I could never get myself to worry much when I heard reports of the other kind. (Of course, I don't worry much about anything – if I know it won't help, I can find plenty of better things to spend my emotional energy on.) I almost hope McCain pulls ahead in the race for a while, early on – this is the same way I felt when the Giants were behind going into the half in the superbowl. A bit of gap to close can be the perfect motivation. For players or voters or campaign planners or whatever.

I can't wait to lean out the nearest window and yell, "I love you, America!" the second I hear it's official. That said – I am crossing my fingers. Hard.)

LELAND?!

shutup

*ded*



♥ ♥ ♥

If BSG were an anime, Roslin would be one of these characters: ^_^

That woman has a thousand smiles, and every one is more mysterious and deadly than the last.

My sister (callsign: Bebop) is up to Colonial Day. Watching her watch BSG is way fun. She has a natural mistrust of all robots that makes her find many things humorously creepy. I can't even imagine how she'll react when she gets to the reveal of the four deep sleepers. Mwahaha.


Hey fandom peeps! (That's pretty much all of you.) Go read this stuff and then vote in the LJ Advisory Board elections. Fandom counts!


PS guys, I'm days away from embarking on an awesome roadtrip with Bebop which I've been planning for, um, weeks? Months? But which I have not yet posted about. Packing and painting and moving is so time-consuming! So is getting my hair done. Always two shampoos and two blow dries (which takes forever even though my hair is mostly pretty short because there is just SO MUCH of it) and a lot of messing around it takes to transform my hair. But I brought a book and it looks FANTASTIC now, so whatever.

Sunday evening at the drum circle on Siesta Key, as the setting sun was peeking all pink through a hole in the purple clouds blanketing the horizon, and the sliver-shy-of-full moon was rising exactly across from it, my sister and I were complaining to people who are totally in love with living in Florida about how starved we are for the kind of rain that falls for days at a time, for dull grey days, as well as for thunder&lightning.

Florida Summer wasted no time assuring us that it is here and it can deliver! Bebop and I laughed when we met each other in the living room at 3am, both awakened by the storm sweeping over.

Then we had a delicious grey -- well -- extended morning, the sun couldn't stay away all afternoon. (It is always sunny here. It's. I like variety.) And now another storm! It was grey all morning, too. It's magic!

Also -- also I just watched Ashes to Ashes series one and. omg. *starry eyes* It's perfect. Perfectly perfect. Trust the Gene Genie. Why didn't anyone tell me that this was the life on mars spin-off when it came out?! (Actually someone did! I am just a moron.)

Please tell me that if I venture forth into the fandom, I will not find it is full of Alex hate. Because I adore D.I. Alex Drake. Holy shit. She is magnificent. I admire her mind tremendously.

I also have Theories but we'll talk about those things later. This is a drive-by post.

Three posts in two days, what is this? It's like fandom/the internet is sucking me back in...

Hey, can you ( Guess What's Coming to Dinner )

PS guys, real soon I'm going to finish my post from two weeks ago. Maybe.

I drive a 2003 civic. I have been driving it since it was new, and just recently, for the first time in the five years I've had it, I left an interior light on overnight and the battery died.

No big deal. A friend came over with jumper cables, problem solved.

Except that now the stereo doesn't work. It needs a code to restart, a code which is supposed to be on a sticker in/on the glove box and/or in the owner's manual. I apparently never got one of these stickers. I googled this, and Internet told me to call the dealer.

The dealer said they have to take the radio out and call Honda for this "confidential information" and it will cost me $102.00. Because some asshole forgot to do their fucking job and put the stickers on!

I am not paying a hundred fucking dollars to get the stereo fixed because the battery died. That is such a pile of bullshit! But of course the service operator at the dealer said there's no way around it.

That can't be true. It's my car. I have the title. I should be able to call Honda myself, or something. I know people who could pull the radio. Or some fucking HR person should kiss my ass and assure me that the service will be taken care of, Honda can pay for the labor just like restaurants/banquet halls do when they hold a benefit or an at-cost event, the fucking staff isn't included in "at cost."

I'm already dealing with my fucking health insurance trying to tell me I didn't have dental coverage and have I mentioned that I have irrational phone anxieties and am basically incapable of being nice when I'm upset? And my sister and I can't stop fighting.

DAMN it.

( No Rest for the Wicked )

I have all these half-written posts about BSG, about the religion of Baltar (I -- I am kind of ashamed of how much I am loving this storyline?) and, and other stuff, but even though I care about and yes, enjoy(!) the episodes with tragically little Apollo and/or Starbuck, I apparently don't care enough to finish my posts about them.

Or maybe I just feel kind of repetitive and boring for having nothing to say besides OMG THIS SCENE WAS SO GREAT AND THE ONE AFTER IT AND AFTER THAT AND OMG! Although I do have other things to say, like about cylons and Baltar and religion. So I guess I'm just lazy. *shock*

I have almost-finished posts about Avatar, too. Which is also SO GREAT. It always is.

But the more there is that I should be writing, the less capable I feel of writing ANY of it.

I'm so bored right now. My fourth grade teacher said, boredom is lack of imagination. I'm going to go ahead and say, that is untrue. Because I have lots of imagination. Sometimes too much, thanks. And I can think of lots of things to do with my new copious amounts of free time (I quit my job to embark on a roadtrip I can't afford, yay!), things that need doing and things that will feel good to do and, of course, fandom things, but -- I would rather sit here and complain about being bored. Because my LJ hasn't been updated in a while again, and you know how it is, the longer you go without posting, the more you feel you have to write something truly awesome to return with. Hopefully this stupidness will relieve that pressure?

Also, I'm waiting for my sister to call and tell me it's time to help my cousins put all their shit in the moving van. It's not the heavy labor I mind (I'm a beast at carrying things), it's the being on someone else's timeline. Do I have time for a whole episode of something? A whole load of laundry? If I start writing I know I'll have to leave right as I start getting good ideas. Grumble grumble.


Some notes for the record: 1. The Life on Mars US remake looks like UTTER SHITE. Which, duh. Why remake something that was already perfect??

2. I keep catching the last few scenes of Doctor Who episodes when I turn on the tv for BSG, and now I keep clicking on all the Who-related cut tags and links on my flist, and you can probably tell where this is going. I only watched season one and half of season 2 of the new Who, I don't even remember what the last episode I saw was, but I can tell I am going to be sucked back in very soon. I am fighting the urge to start with series 1 and watch it all. Maybe someday. For now I just want Rose.

You know, I'm a big big fan of the word fuck, but when something just flat-out blows me away there's a frozen moment where my whole brain goes, holy shit!!

I never saw a movie poster and instantly needed it on my ceiling before.

And I'm a Robin girl from nose to tail, everyone knows this about me. (Dude, check the tags.)

But holy shit, Batman.

You sexy thang.

I like your fire, OMG. TOTALLY UN-IRONIC OM-FUCKING-G!

Look at that fucking ninja-armor batsuit! The muscles aren't meant to look real, they're meant to be SCARY and I bet they're all secret compartments or tools or weapons or suit-security or some shit.

In conclusion, DO ME, BATMAN.



okay it's really weird that I went right for the "awake" mood icon because it's not one I use enough to remember offhand what it is, but what it is? Spike waking up in OoMM from his dream of Buffy-love? Is totally a brain freeze-holy shit! moment.

I love explosions, I love robotic things! Watch this commercial! It is full of joyness especially if you ever get sucked into the Discovery channel. Adam + fire + Jamie = LOVE!

I keep having to work doubles on Friday nights. Last night I had to do some maneuvering to get home in time for BSG! Ah, it feels good to have a show that is so absurdly important I can't even bear to wait for the torrent.

So, did I like ( The Ties That Bind )

Well I guess I did.