Anything.
These are starting to get repetitive.
Once again, Tessa was annoying, Richie was cute, and Duncan was friggin’ adorable when he was interacting with Richie. I especially liked the bit where he was all worried that Richie could have gotten hurt and yelling at him but it was worry/concern yelling and very “awwwwww”. I think this is the first ep where we see Richie riding a motorcycle. It is also, coincidentally, the first time we see Richie fall off a motorcycle. I’m going to be on the lookout, but I’m fairly certain that when they bother to get the motorcycle stunt guy, they never waste him by not having him wipe out at some point.
There was Martok, and he even got a special credit “as Marcus”, but he was only in it for a black and white flashback of a fight and ensuing quickening that lasted 5 minutes, if that.
For whatever reason, Adrian Paul is just more alive and vibrant in his scenes with Stan Kirsch (and later Jim Byrnes and Peter Wingfield, though, to be fair, mud would be alive and vibrant if it got to do a scene with Peter Wingfield) than he is in his scenes with Alexandra Vandernoot or Elizabeth Gracen or whatsherface Lily. Which leads to the HoYay! which I certainly don’t mind, but since textually he’s supposed to be into these women, and we have to put up with them onscreen (Shut up, Tessa), it would be nice if we could see an actual attraction there.
What is this “Valentine’s Day” of which you speak?
Of course, I wouldn’t have worn red if I had remembered. Ah well, Darth Maul can be my valentine.
Where to begin with my woes? I was actually all good and prepared-like because I went out and brushed the snow off my car last night, but I did not anticipate the ice wheel-stops that had formed around my tires. After much squealing and a funny smell, I managed to break up the ice using the point of my free Princeton umbrella. It’s still not as cool as the Penguin’s but I guess it’ll do. Then came the horrifying traffic, later made extra horrifying by the fact that I was like two minutes outside the University and it took me a fracking half-hour to traverse Alexander Road because it wasn’t freaking plowed. I mean, seriously, Alexander Road is not a highway by any means, but it is one of the main roads in and out of Princeton and apparently Washington Road wasn’t plowed either and they should have given us a gorram delay, dammit. So, despite waking up at normal time, I didn’t get to work until 9:50am, and by that point, I was in an immensely foul mood, so I decided to use 2 hours of “Compelling Reason” time and take a short lunch so that I could leave early to take care of the other problem, namely Ringo having a bit of an accident on my bed. I have decided that it was panic leakage because his claw was caught in my blanket and he was freaking out and it was just a tiny little drop, not like he actually out and out peed. And this is me putting my fingers in my ears and singing “la la la” really loudly when you try to tell me it’s the diabetes. So I took the sheet and mattress pad to PUs’ and washed it with Petzyme and stayed for dinner while I was at my favorite laundromat. And for once, spending time with my mother actually improved my mood. The apocalypse, it has begun.
Funny how when you start watching TV with nothing specific in mind to watch, it’s really hard to stop. Because you can just move to another channel and there’s just less finality involved.
Anyway, I watched Underworld last night (intentionally), and it was awesome. Except the Lycans were sort of dumb. I mean, instead of using their neato UV-irradiated bullets to shoot the vampires, they go into hugoid wolf mode and make themselves bigger targets for the vampires’ silver nitrate bullets. It’s not the brightest of strategies, is all I’m saying.
My shopping list:
-Yogurt
-Milk
-Yogurt Burst Cheerios (coupon!)
-Nature Valley Yogurt Granola Bars (coupon!)
Don’t worry, I’m still a peanutbutter junkie at heart.
Houston, we have a problem
March 10th is a no-go for the Land of Mary’s because that’s the weekend Dad has chosen to celebrate THE BIRTHDAY at a bed & breakfast.
Well, except when I scraped the Honda up against the dogwood, but the Honda doesn’t count, and there was actually another car involved that hit me. Thankfully, there was more damage to my heart rate and stress levels than to my car. I guess she was going slow enough, so there was only a jarring thud, and as far as I can tell not even a blemish on the bumper, but I think I’ll wait until the harsh light of day to say for sure. Beyond the major panic, holy crapness of it all, I think I’m okay. Especially since it took forever for LJ to work and I made four icons while waiting to post about this.
I’m not sure which of my current icons, if any, I want to give up though.
That is all.
