battlestar galactica

I'm not sure how she does it. But Sarah's quite possibly the only person who can coax me into watching/reading Sci-Fi. How? Why? I'm not sure. I suspect she puts something in my water.

Somehow, she's got me watching Battlestar Galactica. I watched the original series growing up, sure. But the glimpse I'd seen of the miniseries was pretty boring. But, again, she worked her witchy magic. And I spent three hours of my evening tonight watching the mini-series.

Sarah came over to watch it with me, and really, to explain the important parts that I would inevitably be too bored to pay attention to. Bored, distracted by ...ooo shiny, etc.

Having survived the pilot mini-series, I'm curious about the actual series. I liked certain parts of the pilot. Not crazy about the sound, which is picky, but I really hate heavy-handed, "you should feel this emotion, now!" type of background music. Use music for effect, but I'll take my emotional cues on the scene from the actors, thanks.

I haven't seen the original series in twenty years or so (god, that makes me feel so fucking jurassic, ick), so I don't have anything to compare it with, really (save for some dreamy memories of Dirk Benedict as Starbuck, and also "Face" from the A-Team). I vaguely remember the Battlestar Galactica part of the Universal Studio's tour. So, I don't feel as bitchy about it as some people.

I was going to blather on more with a spoiler cut, but it is fucking late. WTF. I'm not allowed to be up this late. Shit. More later. Gah.

blearghhhhhhh

Please. Kill me now. Gah. So tired. So. Very. Tired.

I keep telling myself I have to get up and get moving. I need to brush my teeth, feed the beast, pack a gym bag for tonight, pack my lunch. And you know, not kill myself because that's too many damn things.

Possibly this music is inappropriate for me this morning. I should put on something pop-y and perky but I think I'd have to hurt something.

Fuck. I have 15min to do the above. I suppose continuing to sit here isn't going to help.

Wah. Wah. Wah.

bored

Lack of sleep makes for a very antsy me. Also, my projects have calmed down a bit, so I'm working on less intense things. Which is nice, but not very motivating.

I almost called in sick today. I felt groggy and irritable this morning. The weather (nice and cool, if overcast and gloomy) made me want to just hang out at home, watching BSG, and snogging Hobbsie.

Speaking of, I bought Hobbsie a bed, yesterday. I came across it in JoAnn Fabrics while looking for something else. It's this little wicker basket with a cozy, padded thing. I fully expected him to ignore it. But he looooooooooooves it. He sat in it all night. I put it in the living room, and he sat in it. I moved it to the bedroom, and he wandered over to sprawl in it there. What's funny is while he sat in it constantly, he had the most utterly petulant expression. I took approximately 9 million photographs of him, and will upload a picture later on this evening.

I wonder if it's too small for him. I used to have this enormous one for him and Calvin (RIP) and maybe he misses that. But as he wedges his ass into my comparatively tiny shoeboxes, you'd think he'd prefer snugger quarters.

still bored

My French lesson yesterday was good, but hard. We worked on familial relationships (le pere, la mere, etc). And that went fine. I mostly remembered those from high school/college. But numbers. OY. Numbers are freaking hard.

My instructor is very kind. And yet, I sat there, completely paralyzed, slowly and painstakingly figuring out the numbers. Mostly, I have been forming sentences easily with words I know, or words I'm learning. It's all been vocabulary and conjugating verbs.

But numbers. It's so hard. I would stare at the number (say, 2,984,875) and just agonizingly do a mental hunt for the words for million, mille, cent, etc. (Deux million, neuf cent quatre-vingt quatre mille, huit cent soixante-quinze --I think. I don't have my book here.) And I would start to stutter. And have to pause and just feel so frozen.

I thought I'd done terribly, but my instructor was very encouraging and said she thought I was picking it up just fine. She's so nice.

I really need to focus on my homework tonight, because I clearly need a lot of practice there. I was getting a little better at it toward the end of the lesson, but it was still so hard.

In other French news, I've dorkily switched my gmail interface to French, and I now speak exclusively in French to Monsieur Hobbes.

I need more time to spend on French!

ok, disturbing. but kitty!!

I hadn't heard of this before. But now that I have, I can't believe I hadn't at least heard of them.

I am speaking of the genetic phenomenon that is the liger. Or, the less common (for relative values of common) tigon.

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