Day and night, night and day

First, a small squee note about Battlestar Galactica last night: they used one of my all-time favorite pieces of music at the end, the guitar theme from Das Boot. It was such a shock to hear it there, and I was so happy. It was like the opposite of the reaction I had recently when some show or other used Lisa Gerrard's music from Gladiator at the end of its episode -- it just seemed cheesy and a deliberate attempt to grab something people would be familiar with to evoke an emotion, but not familiar with enough to say, "Oh, it's that song from ___." I don't know why these two instances of film soundtrack cut usage feel so different to me, but they do. (Also, the ep? yowza.)

Second, Emma is home! Yay! She is still in full-on twitchy mode, but is now happily sleeping on top of the bed, which is much better than her usual under the bed after trauma. I had to drive up this morning in the heart of the nasty, nasty storm we're having (I probably shouldn't be on the intarnets, anyway, because my power flickers on and off occasionally), with traffic lights out, debris in the roadway, cascading sheets of water on the roads, and 40-50 mph winds hitting my car like a truck, but there was no way I was gonna wait. She was very unhappy and cried the whole way home. I let her out of the carrier and she wandered all over the car, crying, including onto my lap, almost getting me tangled up while driving, and the poor kid must have been crying the whole time she was there because she was hoarse. She finally settled in the back seat like it was a sedan chair, but she still cried and her paws were so sweaty. Of course she doesn't know what's happened to her or why, but I keep calling her my Peter Parker radioactive kitty. You're supposed to limit your exposure to them for a couple weeks to avoid "cumulative" exposure to radiation, but I mean, as if.

The storm has torn off the tarp over my crumbling-down garage. I got up to the sight of it flapping all over the back parking space in the alley like a big black sail, make those snapping-flag noises. I never slept the whole night and I feel kind of weird and disoriented. The limbs hitting my house, the pounding rain, the incredible noise of the wind just really worked on my nerves, and the whole irritating west-coasters being forced to get up at 7 to register for Vividcon and everyone jockeying for spots thing just makes me too annoyed to sleep. The wind is still blowing hard, the tarp is still flapping around though I've done my best to weight it down, I'm pretty sure with all the rain, the roof will actually cave in now that it's unprotected, but Emma is home, I think my dad is home in his apartment (I hope, he still hasn't called me), and I mostly have power, so that is for the good.

And third, I just got my set of BSG S1 and 2.0 in the mail. I wasn't gonna buy them, just leave them on my Amazon wishlist and hope, but I have this vid I want to do, so I had to buy them. I'm not sure what to do about the second half of this season, and yeah, I know I'm a schmuck for buying the 2.0 set when they're just gonna release the full second season at some point soon, rather than just the 2.5 eps (can I say how much I hate this kind of thing?), and I will be sorry, but... Maybe with any luck I can get my hands on some decent copies of 2.5 off the bit torrenty things if I ask friends, because I think the vid would not work without Resurrection Ship and the subsequent eps. I will see. I don't even know if I can do this story and get it across, and I don't think there's much interest in a Laura Roslin vid, but I don't care. These days I'm pretty much vidding in my fandoms of one, and that's okay.