Just Keep Swimming, Just Keep Swimming
Man, Battlestar Galactica is made of awesome.
I don't think there're many people on my flist who watch this show, so I won't waste your time by doing all the squeeing and babbling I could be doing and instead simply saying that I am on pins and needles for next week, and also that I am really intrigued now about the five cylon models we have yet to see. Because anything that gets prefaced with the remark of "We don't talk about them. Ever."? Whoo boy. Something is going down, and how.
Before I forget:
I'll admit that I've been doing a lot of skimming on my flist lately in an attempt to stay up to date without being overwhelmed, so I'm not sure who all has signed up for NaNoWriMo this year. I know who some of you are, but still, for the benefit of my curiosity...who's participating? And if you have a seperate journal for it, could you tell me what it is? I need to be reading more stuff online anyway.
Anyway, I hung out with some of the roomies yesterday. We made a group run to Target and got some wrapping paper to decorate our common room's depressing and hideous fire-retardant walls.
So now one wall of the room is a green, blue, and silver checkerboard of sorts. It's very pretty, even though it looks (as one of the group put it) somewhat "busy".
We also went to Petco because I wanted to get some fish to add to the aquarium. I got two pink gouramis, which were christened Kit and Kat, and also one of those big black scum-sucker algae-eater type things. The kind that hang off one of the tank walls and occasionally weird people out with their lack of movement. I call him Kirby.
Ingrid ended up getting what she referred to as her "soul fish": a blue-tailed male guppy that appeared to be having some kind of panic attack inside the tank. We call him Spaz. Katie also got another guppy from the same tank, a smaller one that's a lighter blue, which we call Flip.
So now the tank is occupied by our little freshwater community of Kit, Kat, Kirby, Flip, Spaz, three "sharks" called Anchor, Chum, and Bruce (after the sharks of Finding Nemo), and another three silver tetras or something called Ick, Ooh, and Goo.
So far, there have been no deaths. Good times.
Not much more going on in these parts, save for that I have concocted a "Brilliant Plan" of sorts that needs to be executed hopefully within the next week or so:
I need to recruit at least one other person, find a showing of The Santa Clause 3 that starts perhaps twenty to thirty minutes before a movie we actually want to see, go buy tickets to the movie we want to see, sneak into the theater for Santa Clause to watch the Pirates of the Caribbean:At Worlds End trailer, and then leave the theater after the trailer to go see the movie we actually want.
Oh, don't look at me like that. First of all, there are movies out now I was wanting to see anyway; I still haven't seen Running With Scissors or Marie Antoinette, and Stranger Than Fiction is coming out next friday as well.
Secondly, I guess I'm just worried that, as a self-admitted movie preview hor who loves watching an interesting and exciting trailer for the first time way more than is probably healthy to begin with, with all the rabid crazy fan interest that's been raised for the third movie bouncing around on the interweb right now, I probably have about a week tops before synopsis and speculation and, therefore, spoilerage, becomes rampant.
Ho hum. I still have at least two or three hours or so before bedtime, and nothing to do. Well, homework and fanfic writing, but nothing I feel like doing, anyway.
I don't think there're many people on my flist who watch this show, so I won't waste your time by doing all the squeeing and babbling I could be doing and instead simply saying that I am on pins and needles for next week, and also that I am really intrigued now about the five cylon models we have yet to see. Because anything that gets prefaced with the remark of "We don't talk about them. Ever."? Whoo boy. Something is going down, and how.
Before I forget:
I'll admit that I've been doing a lot of skimming on my flist lately in an attempt to stay up to date without being overwhelmed, so I'm not sure who all has signed up for NaNoWriMo this year. I know who some of you are, but still, for the benefit of my curiosity...who's participating? And if you have a seperate journal for it, could you tell me what it is? I need to be reading more stuff online anyway.
Anyway, I hung out with some of the roomies yesterday. We made a group run to Target and got some wrapping paper to decorate our common room's depressing and hideous fire-retardant walls.
So now one wall of the room is a green, blue, and silver checkerboard of sorts. It's very pretty, even though it looks (as one of the group put it) somewhat "busy".
We also went to Petco because I wanted to get some fish to add to the aquarium. I got two pink gouramis, which were christened Kit and Kat, and also one of those big black scum-sucker algae-eater type things. The kind that hang off one of the tank walls and occasionally weird people out with their lack of movement. I call him Kirby.
Ingrid ended up getting what she referred to as her "soul fish": a blue-tailed male guppy that appeared to be having some kind of panic attack inside the tank. We call him Spaz. Katie also got another guppy from the same tank, a smaller one that's a lighter blue, which we call Flip.
So now the tank is occupied by our little freshwater community of Kit, Kat, Kirby, Flip, Spaz, three "sharks" called Anchor, Chum, and Bruce (after the sharks of Finding Nemo), and another three silver tetras or something called Ick, Ooh, and Goo.
So far, there have been no deaths. Good times.
Not much more going on in these parts, save for that I have concocted a "Brilliant Plan" of sorts that needs to be executed hopefully within the next week or so:
I need to recruit at least one other person, find a showing of The Santa Clause 3 that starts perhaps twenty to thirty minutes before a movie we actually want to see, go buy tickets to the movie we want to see, sneak into the theater for Santa Clause to watch the Pirates of the Caribbean:At Worlds End trailer, and then leave the theater after the trailer to go see the movie we actually want.
Oh, don't look at me like that. First of all, there are movies out now I was wanting to see anyway; I still haven't seen Running With Scissors or Marie Antoinette, and Stranger Than Fiction is coming out next friday as well.
Secondly, I guess I'm just worried that, as a self-admitted movie preview hor who loves watching an interesting and exciting trailer for the first time way more than is probably healthy to begin with, with all the rabid crazy fan interest that's been raised for the third movie bouncing around on the interweb right now, I probably have about a week tops before synopsis and speculation and, therefore, spoilerage, becomes rampant.
Ho hum. I still have at least two or three hours or so before bedtime, and nothing to do. Well, homework and fanfic writing, but nothing I feel like doing, anyway.