I had to think about it, and I had to watch it again, and this spoilery review helped... but I think I liked it.



Watch it, for free. You've got just today (Sunday) left. Oh, and for the record, I had NO IDEA this was a Whedon production till after I saw Act II, heh. I watched it just cause it was popping up all over my friends list. I'm a rabid Firefly fan, not as rabid a Joss fan, I guess ;). Oh, geek note - the pots in the opening scene to the left of NPH in the window look a bit like the Serenity ;). Just saying.

Laundry day, See you there,
Under-things, Tumbling,
Wanna say, Love your hair,
Here I go, Mumbling (mumbles indistinctly),
With my Freeze-ray I will stop, The world,
With my Freeze-ray I will, Find the time to find the words to...

http://www.gnostique.net/documents/index.htm

Such conflicting, confusing times.

I'm trying desperately to remain optimistic. But I feel a need to be realistic too. And the reality is that right now, these dark days I'm living could in hindsight, later on, be some of the best days of my life. I don't want to have regrets. I cannot let this terrifying possibility of a future ruin our NOW. This is the hardest task I think I'll ever have. I won't let this depression and fear eat up these days. I won't spend them hiding in 'the other room', crying my eyes out about what is to come. I need to make memories out of these days. I need to turn these into the best days that they might be. Even if right now the idea that these are the best days is nothing short of soul crushing.
God. I love that little boy so much. His whole life I've struggled to record every tiny detail of his important personality and beautiful mind. I feel like I *knew* how important it would be someday to have these memories in words. I am too forgetful to trust them to my own memory.

Can't see the screen anymore.

ps. my last public entry and chances are, you fuckers aren't on the all access list so go the fuck away.

Oh yeah, elisha, you can burn in hell too. I don't like you any more than anyone else. You disappear for a half year on end and then try to come back into my fucking life like nothing changed. Blow me. You aren't worth my breath.

Worst fucking birthday ever.
If you have been my friend for years and only bother to call me once a month if that... fuck you. You aren't any more. Stop fucking trying to pretend. When you hop back to Indiana, go bother someone else. I'm not fucking interested.

If I came to celebrate your birthday two fucking years in a row no matter what the weather outside was like or how well I was walking, fuck you too. You weren't there last year and you weren't here this year even if you were living in my fucking home. Fuck you the most. I hate two faced people. Why don't you go kiss up with your new girlfriend? Oh wait... she's still obsessed over someone else. My bad.

If you once fathered a child by me, fuck you too. I bought you a god damned cake. Where's mine, you stupid cunt? Where's mine?

If you once considered me a sibling but only have negative things to say about me... fuck you too. Fuck your child as well.

If you once considered me a daughter, fuck you too. You are just some dumb cunt that gave birth to me. Go make a fucking cake for someone who is going to pay you next to nothing. I'll get mine at stracks from now on.

I don't need anyone. Go. Shoo.

You're all fucking gone from my list now anyways. Didn't need you anyways.

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I had a terrible crush on Neil once upon a time. I think I still might. He's just so damn adorable. I had no idea he could sing. Man + singing ability = sexay.

Lost Delia Derbyshire "experimental dance" recording from the late 1960's. Derbyshire says "Forget about this, it's for interest only". Paul Hartnoll, says "That could be coming out next week on Warp Records." http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7512072.stm

Monday night, History Channel:

8:00pm central - Batman Tech
9:00pm central - Batman Unmasked: The Psychology of the Dark Knight

Damn straight!! I dunno when I'm seeing The Dark Knight, but I can't WAIT! *dies*

This is flying around LJ. And with reason. It's GOOD.

It's free till the 20th. Act III comes out tomorrow. Joss Whedon. Nathan Fillion. Neil Patrick Harris. A musical. You MUST watch Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog. Srsly. NOW.

Devin is a GREAT eater. Has been since day 1 of solid food. The only food she rejected was carrots, and she eats even them now. Apples seemed to upset her tummy, but she liked them. Every new food she tries is love, though I think bananas are #1 right now.

I just fed her some Gerber harvest veggies with mixed grains, which she ate gleefully and well. Now she's self feeding. She has plain Cheerios, banana puffs and mixed berries yogurt melts. She's so funny! She ate all the melts first, then all the puffs, and now she's polishing off the Cheerios. She LOVES the melts, it's adorable.

And now that she has top AND bottom incisors, I hear her crunch! *melts*

From Family Guy: Stewie teases Brian about that novel he's been working on.

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I don't really have anything to write about tonight, but I wanted to write something. I got out of class a little early tonight, so I went to this sushi place a block from my apartment. It's really small, think 5-6 tables and it's sandwiched between two apartments. When I walked in, I thought I recognized this guy I went to school with and had a weird situation with- but it wasn't luckily, so after the crisis was averted, I ordered a couple of rolls and then I noticed that the cash register seemed pretty rudimentary and didn't appear to have a credit card machine, so I asked if they took credit cards and she said that they didn't, it was cash only. I apologized, cancelled my order and left. I hate when places/cabs only take cash. I never have cash with me! And it's just a lot easier to charge it to my card. I was talking to a cab driver and he told me that he had to switch to using credit cards, because he had lost so much business when he only took cash. So I ended up walking a couple more blocks and going to another sushi restaurant, it was pretty good. Besides my favorite place on Geary and 20th, Sakune Boom, I haven't found a really good sushi place.

I don't have major plans for the weekend, except mimosas and brunch with a friend in the Mission, which despite my complaints, he says it has some cool places. I'm just not a fan of the Mission, it feels like Mexico and it's just dirty and sketchy. I like Valencia and the thrift store and fabric store in the Mission, but everything else I could do without. But my friend is out to prove me wrong, so we'll see what happens. Other than that I don't really have any plans, maybe ride my bike and go to the beach if it's nice. I also want to start another book.

Wish I had more to write about, but I'm fresh out of ideas/topics.

So, Fannie Mae says that we can get a new lender, but then we absolutely have to close on July 23rd. Ain't happenin'. Our mold inspection results don't even come in until the 24th and we already know it has mold, just a question of what kind and how much. Or, they suggest, Fannie Mae can finance us, do 100% and wave a bunch of fees and stuff.

I find myself less than enticed by that prospect.

Everyone - save our lender - would like to see the sale happen, of course. We'd still like to buy it, but we're not going to be pressured into a quick sale or get a lender that's going to rape us dry.

I guess that means we take our own sweet time finding a lender who won't bend us over the barrel at the first opportunity. We go to Pennsic and I try to drink away the rage. I really wish I was legal to fight at this moment, because I could really use the stress relief of going to war and channeling all my teeth-gritting rage into a big stick.

Wow. How Freudian.

If we take too long, Fannie Mae will put the house back on the market and I guess we can re-bid if so motivated. At a lower price than we initially offered, of course.

At any rate - my apartment is totally tossed, I still have to get the sheet walls done and get the poles for them. I need to make sure all my pants have threads clipped, draw strings in, and I have to find a place for price tags. It's like a Louisiana summer outside, I can barely tolerate my apartment even with all the window units struggling along and the ceiling fans in danger of taking off. Maybe I'll just sleep and hope the Dream King gives me pretty colors and interesting visuals.

I'm sure everyone on my friends list has already heard about it, and probably done it, but just in case you're missing out, may I remind you:

Go watch Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog NOW

Or at the very least, as soon as you have 15 minutes to spare. And then another 15, because the second act is up too.

If you're still not sure, let me help you decide.
If you are a fan of:

Joss Whedon
Nathan Fillion
Neil Patrick Harris
Felicia Day
Once More With Feeling
superheroes
musicals
musicals with superheroes
ass kicking
love stories
or
THE INTERNET

you should be watching Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog.

It's up, it's short, and it's FREE, right now. But it all comes down at midnight on Sunday. So you need to watch it. NOW.

You know we had a rough last few days when Elliott is still sleeping and it's 1:30.

Tuesday's ride to the cabins was smooth. E slept all but a half hour and never complained. But he did do the cutest happy dance ever when i got out the car to get him out! 

Everything went smoothly until bedtime came around. 
D's cousin Joann, her friend Emily, and I were up pretty late talking on the patio, and all we could hear is Elliott crying about every half hour. Gave him some medicine and hoped that would be the worst of it.
When i went to bed, i was asleep for only about a half hour when he started crying. In fear of waking all the kids (the cabin had no closed walls) I stayed up until he want back to sleep. That was 8:30am.

The rest of the day he refused to nap and barely ate. I threw in the towel. I couldnt take another night of him crying non stop, and for everyone's sanity i came back home last night. Everyone was really disapointed to see us leave again, but they all understood.
It was fun while it lasted.

Last night was so much better. Everyone got a great nights sleep and we are all back to our regular schedule, thank god. 

If every week is going to be like this after casting, i'm going to lose it.


OH, Driving back home, I noticed someone riding right on me and i changed lanes to let him pass since there were no other cars around. When he changed lanes with me, i panicked.
I start to freak out and trying to loose him which was not working. about 10 miles passed and i'm about to call Dave in fear.
I go over a bridge and Lo and Behold there's a State Trooper clocking us. I saw him, and started thinking "Great. Now i'm going to get in trouble for this asshole behind me." So i changed lanes in hopes of him getting the other guy instead of me. When the creep changed lanes with me, i realized he didnt see the cop. The cop sped up and made his way between us to pull me over since i'm the one he initially clocked speeding. 
He turned his lights on and I procceded to pull over. 
What was REALLY freaky about the whole thing was that the other car looked like he was contimplating pulling over too (behind the cop) and waiting for us to finish. Instead he sped back up and left.

Trooper: "Lisence and Regestration, M'am"
Me: "Yes sir" [shaking from everything and dropping things everywhere]
Trooper: [notices my anxious behavior] "Were you traveling with the black car behind you"
Me: [handing him my info] "No, i have no idea who he was. We are just coming back home from camping"
Trooper: "I'll be right back"
5 mins later
Trooper: "So you had no idea who that was behind you?"
Me: "No, It was really creepy."
Trooper: "Was he following you for long?"
Me: "Atleast the last 10-15 miles"
Trooper: [looks down the road, concerened] "Hmm."
Trooper: "I wrote you out a warning, You were clocked doing a 73 in a 60 zone. Please watch your speed and stay safe"
Me: THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!

All i can say is thank god for that trooper being there when he was. Who knows what that creep had in mind.

I  am at work with absolutely nothing to do.  Every three days I'm swamped with prepping, and the other two I...just... sit here.  I don't have any retaineds to work on right now, I volunteered to help everyone else out (especially my office mate), but no one is around, and I am BORED.

So I went on Snapfish and tried to make a photo collage poster.  It lets you select the pictures you want then arranges them into a nice collage with a pretty background and everything.  I have an empty 11 x 14 frame at home, and thought it would be nice to fill it that way instead of having 80 (or so...) framed pictures of Daniel all over my bookcase, desk, tv stand, radiator, etc.

Annoyance: the pictures, being a collage, are of various sizes.  It lets you pick your 'orientation' and 'background color' but it doesn't let you pick which pictures are going to be where.  So the baby picture of him isn't in the middle, and the cutest picture of him is the smallest.

Is there another website that offers a similar thing but with more customization options?

Also, entertain me.  SO BORED.