Be my Netflix buddies! Translation: I don't know what email addresses y'all use over there and I'm far too lazy to trial-and-error it out. Also, you know you're just dying to make fun of my taste in TV and movies.
And now, speaking of that bad taste in media, I've got some overdue DVDs to return to the library. Also my brain feels like it's full of cobwebs, so here's hoping a nice bike ride in the cold does me some good.
After much drawing things out as long as possible, mostly by getting stuff from the library and all the sporadic availability that implies, I finally finished watching Angel yesterday, when Netflix brought me the last disc of season 5 (I'd been doing pretty well holding out, but so much cliffhanger!) I may have cried like a little girl here and there, but not as much as Iggy Pop, who canNOT believe all this white stuff that comes out of the sky, but I digress. Today I've been watching special features, and I started writing this entry when the commentary track to season 5 episode 17 ("Underneath") made me laugh out loud. Adam Baldwin of course managed to get everybody (the director, and the writers, one of whom was some kind of producer, and of course I'm too lazy to look up names) talking about Firefly, but when he said "I'm not bitter" it damn near killed me.
Yeah, I'm a dork.
And now I should probably return these overdue DVDs to the library so the next drooling fan can get them.
What's the latest on Wonder Woman again?
If you're like me (and I know I am), you've probably already gotten about a dozen emails from Planned Parenthood about Dr. Eric Keroack being appointed to oversee the federal family planning program, Title X, and you've already signed this petition here about how maybe as an anti-birth control and anti-sex education activist, he's not the best choice for the job. But if you haven't yet, and care to do so, now would be an excellent time because almost 100,000 people have signed and it would be pretty cool to get at least that nice round number of "hell no!" messages sent (the count according to the link is 97,017 and the last email I got said it was 97,543). Paper letters and phone calls are also badass, but yay for lazyweb, right?
Today's moment of Sick, Sad World was brought to me by a Gmail ad next to an email from Planned Parenthood, of all things. (Everybody reading this in Oregon knows to vote against Measure 43, right?):
Repair Your Relationship
Even if your partner is unwilling.
Learn how in 20 minutes.
Um, ew. That is all. I will now endeavor to avoid more of such moments today by drinking tea and hanging out with the cats and playing in the garden if it stays dry out and maybe finally cleaning the kitchen floor but that last only if I'm super-ambitious.
Dang! Saudi Arabia just put one in! At half time, it was Tunisia 1, Saudi Arabia 0, and more importantly it was Tunisia's first World Cup goal since their 3-0 victory over Mexico in Argentina 1978, which made them the first African team ever to win a World Cup game. So go them. If I knew how to say "Go Team!" in Arabic, I would. Especially now that it's tied and the U.S. commentators are still a bunch of dickheads, as always. As much as I enjoy disagreeing with them, they're also frequently annoying enough to make me switch to Univision.
In other news, German police have already started arresting Polish soccer hooligans, and I just saw a report that said two rival groups of Polish Hooligans arranged a practice fight before today's match against Germany, which I'll be missing because of work. I have yet to call in late to work on account of the World Cup, but I've been plenty late a few times already. Today I might've been on time except for that last goal, dangit. I should probably just tell work to not expect me in before 11 any time next week.
Ok, really going now.
I'm sure that our decorating our house and wearing crazy orange clothes helped the Dutch soccer team to their 1-0 victory over Serbia-Montenegro today (the decorations actually first went up for last week's Holland-Mexico friendly match, but it's always good to get ready for the World Cup). But maybe getting up at 6 AM PST to watch the game was the key obsessive fan contribution (yes, I am looking forward to sleeping on the train ride home). In any case, we've had a lovely weekend in Seattle; it's been great seeing lots of friends and watching lots of soccer and GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!
Update: Maybe this link works now?
So my parents visited this week, from late Saturday night until about an hour ago, and that meant doing lots of projects around the house which in turn meant many trips to the hardware store. At one of these, I had a hilarious experience which I feel I must relate to you, my LiveJournal readers.
As you probably know, I'm not much of a girly girl, but I'm also not butch enough to really know my way around the hardware store1, and I will probably never be able to make myself at home there like my dad does without even thinking about it. But the girliest I've felt in a long time was when my dad turned to a guy in the screws and bolts aisle and asked "Do you work here?" and my first thought on looking at the guy was "Not in those shoes, he doesn't."
I mean, really. Flip-flops?
It was all I could do to avoid thinking my ridiculously girly thought out loud, and I think they might have thrown me out of the store at that point to keep me from being a bad influence on the three-year-old further down the aisle, whose dad was doing a great job of introducing him to the important male bonding experience of the difference between stainless and brass nuts and bolts. What does it say about me that I thought they were really cute, but in an embarrased yet envious kind of way?
- Just to defend my machismo a bit, I'd like to point out that we're talking a hometown True Value here, not one of those well-labeled Home Depot or big-box hardware stores, oh no.
Ths news story was just too funny to keep to myself. I mean, just the URL alone is awesome, and then you read the story and find out that the crazy cat in question is far less whack than any of the humans involved in the story. Hee!
And now I must race home to put out our CSA box even though I'm probably too late already.
Sometimes I think my fake Indian name should be "Answers Rhetorical Questions". In fact, I will now make that my LiveJournal name, because it amuses me. In other news, hail is loud and I hope it didn't break my garden, and my cat is freaky cute. Today's errand were very successful except the beauty supply store is only open on weekdays and I completely forgot about canned cat food, but we're not out until tomorrow so it's okay.
I am inordinately amused by the ad copy on the back of my Sea Salt & Vinegar Kettle Chips:
NO STUFF... Chips you'll still respect in the morning.
The fools! If there are none left in the morning, the only one left to lose my respect will be me. But mmmm, chips.
Stop messing with me and my friends! First the fabulous Chiara's journal gets all borked, then Paul feels my pain in a way that's especially ironic to read when I'm sitting in bed getting hungrier and hungrier while I'm trapped under my laptop, and finally hey, by the way, reloading LiveJournal only brings more bad news, because it looks like Everything2's broken now too. Sheesh.
Cut that out! And come up with a website that delivers freshly-cooked steelcut oats, preferably through a magical portal that opens up in my bedroom so I don't even have to get up for breakfast. Seriously. I still love you, but damn. And no, the irony of how I'm posting this online is not lost on me, oh no. And now I'm really getting up for breakfast, since that site I mentioned earlier is still a pipe dream and also I have to be at work in less than an hour.
Just when I think David Bowie can't get any cooler, it turns out he wrote the music to like half of Lust for Life, including the title track, which will now be stuck in my head for days. Oh and look, there's Iggy in the background vocals to Low. I know, I know, I should've been raised in a cave on Mars and then I would've figured it out sooner. But still, yay music! And now I will be going back to my semi-regularly scheduled breakfast (let me know if you figure that out; I'm still working on it myself).