Random brain boinging around
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gwynI've posted a few of my pics from my trip to ice planet Hoththe east coast over the holidays at my Flickr page here, but they show up all out of order at the main photostream. I still haven't uploaded the pics from the Mall, because I have to sort through dozens and dozens of pics of the WWII memorial. I hope to maybe get those up this weekend. I also posted the cemetery focused pics on the LJ community mourning_souls here (the Congressional Cemetery) and here (the Confederate Dead cemetery at Manassas battlefield).
It's always interesting what's out there once you start doing something new on the interwebz. Like, I posted a pic of a fabulous store window in NYC, and got a request to post it to a group that shares pics of... fabulous store window displays from around the world. Who knew? I love finding out things like that.
Speaking of fabulous. I have been content to be owned by cats for a really long time, because I grew up with tons of dogs around me and I just didn't want all the responsibilities of them for most of my adult life. I love dogs, but some of the things that go along with having them, not so much. But I fell in love with this face a few weeks ago, and I see she hasn't been adopted, and she has had such a terrible life and OMG I want her so bad. I asked Dad, who is kind of supporting me these days in between jobs because oh the joys of establishing yourself as a freelancer, if I he would kill me if I adopted a dog and he said, "well, yes" because he wants me to be more firmly planted on the ground before I get one. He laughed about how he knew Mom and I always wanted a nice little dog and instead he gave us the goddamn Brittany spaniels, the hunting dogs he bred and trained, which were so not pet dogs. But I can't stop thinking of little Bayleigh. So I wrote and asked if she would do okay in a cat household. I guess I'll see. I know I have to make a lot of changes, but I will if it means having such a sweetie in my life. I just feel so lonely, and it would be so nice to have unconditional puppy love and go for play dates and be around people at the dog park and stuff.
Also speaking of fabulousness, 30 Rock was so wonderful last night. Jon Hamm is the bestest guy ever, I think. I love how willing he is to look dorky and stupid. And Kevin O'Reilly's actor, what's his name? It was so fun to see him again. And I thought that the whole drugged boyfriend appearance was funny, but when they were playing the medical assistants at the tag, I thought I would die. And how awesome was Jack picking up Liz like that, and proving to his date that Liz existed and really was that pathetic. I loved Bon Jovi reading that waiver form, and his "I hate this place" when Jack told him to beat it. But I think the part where I really died was them playing "I Will Remember You" over Jenna wistfully remembering her stalker. The doll heads in the refrigerator! Oh god. That show totally kills me.
I didn't really want to let myself get sucked into Fringe, but after that last episode, I think I'm way too far gone. I hate it when they blatantly steal stories from the X-Files, which they've done a lot this season to the point of making me shout at the TV, but Jacksonville was such a complex episode and had such amazing stuff going on in it, even if you could kind of predict ahead of time how it would play out. What I wasn't expecting was that they were going to have the almost-kiss with Olivia and Peter, because I had thought, contentedly, that the showrunners were against having Olivia and Peter get together in any way. I can't say it made me discontented, because it played into the storyline so well, but I don't know that I want them to carry around a load of UST. What I did LOVE was Olivia opening her eyes and saying, "What the hell is wrong with you," and being so angry at Walter. Despite knowing what she's known about him, she is still sweet and supportive; now, she's so sickened by what she's experienced that she not only feels rage toward him for herself, but also she can see now why Peter has had such a hard time embracing being Walter's child. Which the knowledge of where he came from adds even more of a frisson of dread to. Yay. I love frissons of dread.
And I have more random thoughts rolling around in here except right now I need to get busy on thinking of this songvid list for the retrospective show at Escapade. OMG, the con's almost here. ::flails::
mourning_souls here (the Congressional Cemetery) and here (the Confederate Dead cemetery at Manassas battlefield).It's always interesting what's out there once you start doing something new on the interwebz. Like, I posted a pic of a fabulous store window in NYC, and got a request to post it to a group that shares pics of... fabulous store window displays from around the world. Who knew? I love finding out things like that.
Speaking of fabulous. I have been content to be owned by cats for a really long time, because I grew up with tons of dogs around me and I just didn't want all the responsibilities of them for most of my adult life. I love dogs, but some of the things that go along with having them, not so much. But I fell in love with this face a few weeks ago, and I see she hasn't been adopted, and she has had such a terrible life and OMG I want her so bad. I asked Dad, who is kind of supporting me these days in between jobs because oh the joys of establishing yourself as a freelancer, if I he would kill me if I adopted a dog and he said, "well, yes" because he wants me to be more firmly planted on the ground before I get one. He laughed about how he knew Mom and I always wanted a nice little dog and instead he gave us the goddamn Brittany spaniels, the hunting dogs he bred and trained, which were so not pet dogs. But I can't stop thinking of little Bayleigh. So I wrote and asked if she would do okay in a cat household. I guess I'll see. I know I have to make a lot of changes, but I will if it means having such a sweetie in my life. I just feel so lonely, and it would be so nice to have unconditional puppy love and go for play dates and be around people at the dog park and stuff.
Also speaking of fabulousness, 30 Rock was so wonderful last night. Jon Hamm is the bestest guy ever, I think. I love how willing he is to look dorky and stupid. And Kevin O'Reilly's actor, what's his name? It was so fun to see him again. And I thought that the whole drugged boyfriend appearance was funny, but when they were playing the medical assistants at the tag, I thought I would die. And how awesome was Jack picking up Liz like that, and proving to his date that Liz existed and really was that pathetic. I loved Bon Jovi reading that waiver form, and his "I hate this place" when Jack told him to beat it. But I think the part where I really died was them playing "I Will Remember You" over Jenna wistfully remembering her stalker. The doll heads in the refrigerator! Oh god. That show totally kills me.
I didn't really want to let myself get sucked into Fringe, but after that last episode, I think I'm way too far gone. I hate it when they blatantly steal stories from the X-Files, which they've done a lot this season to the point of making me shout at the TV, but Jacksonville was such a complex episode and had such amazing stuff going on in it, even if you could kind of predict ahead of time how it would play out. What I wasn't expecting was that they were going to have the almost-kiss with Olivia and Peter, because I had thought, contentedly, that the showrunners were against having Olivia and Peter get together in any way. I can't say it made me discontented, because it played into the storyline so well, but I don't know that I want them to carry around a load of UST. What I did LOVE was Olivia opening her eyes and saying, "What the hell is wrong with you," and being so angry at Walter. Despite knowing what she's known about him, she is still sweet and supportive; now, she's so sickened by what she's experienced that she not only feels rage toward him for herself, but also she can see now why Peter has had such a hard time embracing being Walter's child. Which the knowledge of where he came from adds even more of a frisson of dread to. Yay. I love frissons of dread.
And I have more random thoughts rolling around in here except right now I need to get busy on thinking of this songvid list for the retrospective show at Escapade. OMG, the con's almost here. ::flails::
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Date: 2010-02-13 12:59 am (UTC)Oh, man, I've wanted a greyhound for years, so it would be pretty much impossible for me to discourage you from adopting her. <3
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Date: 2010-02-13 12:57 am (UTC)I was always afraid of the responsibility and difficulty, but when I got Dante, it was amazing how much easier he's been than ferrets, and I really wish I'd gotten a dog a long time ago. It is so nice to have a pet that likes to go *out* into the world with you, and that likes to lie next to you, and to whom you're the most important person in the world. Please do give it a shot. *hugs*
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Date: 2010-02-13 02:14 am (UTC)BUt if they start with the "Angsty" thing between Peter and Olivia that may be the breaking point. Do one or the other but please, oh please don't try to give me season after season of "will they/won't they".
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