is the title of an episode of Falling Skies.

I'm just going to put that right here in my pile of Badass Episode Titles next to "For The World Is Hollow And I Have Touched The Sky".

When you're in trouble, you can call DW.

That is the question.
Whether tis nobler in the [Criminal] Mind[s] to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous sexism, or to take arms against a show of troubles, and by not watching, end it.

When you're in trouble, you can call DW.

Today I am wearing my shark socks (thank you, Oh Sister Mine) and my shirt with an octopus pretending to be the Loch Ness Monster from ThreadlessIn other news, I think I may have finally dropped my mp3 player one too many times because it keeps on randomly shutting off (alternative explanation: haunted ( Read more... )

( Let's start at the very beginning. A very good place to start. )

I have officially survived a month without cable TV.
Overall, I have been watching less TV because of this, but I've been spending more time on the computer, so there hasn't been an actual reduction in the amount of glowy-screen staring-at-ness.
I sorta miss the crappy SyFy Channel Originals, but I have now seen The Faculty, Aeon Flux, The Shining, ( Read more... )

My lovely rinky-dink cable company that has been charging me the same rate for the past 5 years (and yeah sometimes the internet went out, and they don't have support for that on weekends and Comedy Central spent weeks at a time being frozen, but they were cheap! and there was no contract!) is no longer providing cable for my apartment building ( Read more... )