The dark side
Okay, I like dark chocolate. I especially like Ghirardelli dark chocolate. But I'm sorry, I draw the line at Twilight Delight 72% cacao. Woah! It's so on the verge of being baking chocolate. And yet, they have a darker dark, and 80% I think. I don't think so. There's bitter sweet, and then there's just plain bitter. The 60% is great though. Perfection. And yet, I am going to finish the Twilight. Just a little at a time.
Friday night we went over to (yes, I know I posted this) Ged's to watch the last (two actually) episodes of Battlestar Galactica. We were watching the episodes at home on HULU but for some reason in the last few weeks, HULU has had an 8 day delay on the episodes, so in order to know what was going on for the two hour finale, he let us watch his copy of the previous week an hour before the last episode aired. Which was really nice and we had a nice time with a few other geeks.
I thought the ending was pretty good, although I didn't quite like the very very end. It seemed to wrap up everything nicely. We did see previews for a spin off show of sorts, which maybe we'll see on HULU. Having watched and loved the original Battlestar Gallactica, I really have been impressed with the retelling. And it certainly wrapped things up much better than the original. It has been a long strange trip though, and I feel I should watch it all over again and see what I missed or what I've forgotten.
It's been a cold weekend here in the North East. The clouds tonight were really weird. I saw the sun though this low layer of foggy cloud, and it was all pinky and strange. Eyre.
Took the Jetta in for what I thought was going to be a replacement of the OX censor, but they did nothing but evaluate it. I know it's due for a timing belt, but I have to explain to them that they don't need to do the water pump because it was done two years ago when the impeller blew apart. I wonder what that will save. Then my father wants me to take it to his friend the mechanic, but while he's a great mechanic, I always get the impression that he doesn't even want to work on the thing. And now that the car situation is different, it's not so easy to drop off the car and get a ride home from my father. But he just doesn't get that. UG. I hate cars. I really do. I hate interfering parents too. MYOB. Which reminds me I forgot to call my mother again! Cripse.
Is it bed time yet? Yeah, I think so.
Friday night we went over to (yes, I know I posted this) Ged's to watch the last (two actually) episodes of Battlestar Galactica. We were watching the episodes at home on HULU but for some reason in the last few weeks, HULU has had an 8 day delay on the episodes, so in order to know what was going on for the two hour finale, he let us watch his copy of the previous week an hour before the last episode aired. Which was really nice and we had a nice time with a few other geeks.
I thought the ending was pretty good, although I didn't quite like the very very end. It seemed to wrap up everything nicely. We did see previews for a spin off show of sorts, which maybe we'll see on HULU. Having watched and loved the original Battlestar Gallactica, I really have been impressed with the retelling. And it certainly wrapped things up much better than the original. It has been a long strange trip though, and I feel I should watch it all over again and see what I missed or what I've forgotten.
It's been a cold weekend here in the North East. The clouds tonight were really weird. I saw the sun though this low layer of foggy cloud, and it was all pinky and strange. Eyre.
Took the Jetta in for what I thought was going to be a replacement of the OX censor, but they did nothing but evaluate it. I know it's due for a timing belt, but I have to explain to them that they don't need to do the water pump because it was done two years ago when the impeller blew apart. I wonder what that will save. Then my father wants me to take it to his friend the mechanic, but while he's a great mechanic, I always get the impression that he doesn't even want to work on the thing. And now that the car situation is different, it's not so easy to drop off the car and get a ride home from my father. But he just doesn't get that. UG. I hate cars. I really do. I hate interfering parents too. MYOB. Which reminds me I forgot to call my mother again! Cripse.
Is it bed time yet? Yeah, I think so.