Nonverbal answers to stupid questions
Me: "Do you have to roll in the dirt?"
Floyd:
Me: "Do you have to chew grass?"
Floyd:
Me: "How are you so cute?"
Floyd:
(I believe Floyd is also saying "Will you please stop tormenting me with that thing?!?" here.)
D.'s coming by on his way back from the airport to pick him up tonight, and I will miss him something awful. But no matter how many times I vacuum, I will have his hair to remember him by for a long time to come. AW.
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In other life news, I don't want to jinx anything, since the lease isn't signed yet, but I think I have found tenants for the downstairs flat. Dealing with all of the responses and then showing the place for a couple of hours after work all week and all day this weekend was pretty exhausting, especially since dealing with strangers is not my forte to begin with, and it would be a tremendous relief to be done with it. (Not to mention having rent coming in again.) Thank you, hot San Francisco rental market!
My mother's visit was pleasant and helpful, and is now over, and in a week and a half I'm leaving for a desperately needed Actual Real Vacation, and I'm starting to feel like I've crested the hill and can stop breathing so hard and sweating so much now that I've got a little bit of downhill ahead of me. I need that.
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Randomly, fannishly:
- I got curious enough about Twitch City from the episodes I saw at bitchinparty to rent the series (Mom: "This show is weird!"), and I think it's a little hard to get past Curtis at first, because initially Nathan seems like such the wronged party (at least until the chore wheel comes out and you realize he is just as crazy in his own way), but more than that, Hope is adorable and lovely and watching her fall into the orbit of that apartment feels like watching someone sink into quicksand. But the show really starts coming together when Hope and Curtis's unlikely love story becomes a real tale of developing partnership, of him coming to the parking lot to apologize, of her picking the Nazi roommates, because Curtis, despite his seeming lack of standards, has a sort of predatorial cunning, while Hope sees what she wants to see so much of the time. I also really liked that the ways in which Curtis was a hopeless loser related more to his inability to go out than his television obsession; the two were related, but the television obsession wasn't an unmitigated negative: it helped him relate to people, it helped him understand his world--a world that's media-saturated enough to make that an actual skill--and it helped him clean the Nazis out of the apartment. I thought the show was quirky and neat and touching, and said some interesting things about the role of media in our lives, and about being young and rootless and trying to figure out where you fit in.
- My non-spoilery reaction to last week's Burn Notice is: oh Michael Shanks, you hammy, hammy ham. He looked like he was having fun.
- The latest installment in _jems_'s Aeryn Sun picspam fills me with glee.
- I did not realize that there are 20 minutes of extra footage in the DVD version of "Threads;" I'd only seen the aired version. Since I have to watch most of the Sam/Jack scenes in that episode through my hands, that meant even longer periods of through-hand viewing, but I've got to say that overall, the flow of that plot worked a lot better with the additional footage, since the aired version had always struck me as abrupt and almost non-sequitur in places. I still wasn't happy with the ultimate execution of the Pete/Sam romance, and I'm not sure I buy the SGC switchboard letting Pete's call through to the briefing room, but I did like Sam's preoccupation in the car, while Pete talked about cake flavors and she worried about Anubis trying to destroy all life in this galaxy, because that scene more than anything showed the disconnect between the two things she was trying to do, and more importantly, in my mind, showed it as something that was independent of the will-they-won't-they Jack angst.
