It's not actually cold outside. And don't call me "baby".
Ah, winter. 66 degrees and sunny. Flowers blooming, birds singing, butterflies flutterbying...oh Monterey! You so crazy! It's that time of year again: time to experience severe cognitive dissonance as I attempt to reconcile Christmas decorations, wreaths and lights with sun and ocean.
Had a super-dee-duper Turkey Day with the fam, spent quality time with the sisters. Also spent some quality time playing with my sister's boyfriend's son, age 3, who demanded that we have a handpuppet Battle Royale. Snail and Monkey vs. Shuffles the Stingray and Dr. Moody! Shuffles had his deadly sting, but Snail's biting sarcasm and razor-sharp wit proved even deadlier.
Back here at work, I had an action-packed week. I wrestled Condors, got filmed for a PBS documentary, and presented our Monarch Butterfly research findings at a local symposium. Then this weekend I went to two Christmas tree lightings, hung out at the MB Aquarium, went to a museum reception, ditched another reception, and got filmed for another documentary. And now I'm sitting at home, and have just finished listening to the Bears cream the Vikings. Just when I felt deepest woe over the fact that of the 3 football games being aired today on the west coast, NONE were the Bears/Vikings game, there came WBBM streaming radio to the rescue! Thank you, plucky Chicago AM radio!
On the heels of canis_m's post about YA fantasy lit: since it's winter, that means it must be time to re-read The Dark Is Rising series. I brought them back to CA with me after Thanksgiving, and am up to the third book. Good stuff. Way better than the other crap I was reading (how does Robert Jordan sell so many books? And why did I feel compelled to read one?)
And now we squee about the latest SGA. Dude! Psychic whales! Psychic whales that can KILL YOU WITH THEIR BRAINS. Just when I think this show can't get any more awesome, BOOM. Psychic whales. And there's a baby whale that Rodney loves and names Sam and John taunts Rodney and they are twelve and I LOVE THEM. And Caldwell wants to nuke the whales! And Elizabeth wants to save them! And yay for Teyla screen time! And Elizabeth screen time! And it's a sad commentary on the state of the female characters on your show when fandom gets incredibly excited about multiple female characters on-screen TOGETHER. Talking. Without any boys around. Come on, writers, get your shit together and stop wasting those ladies you created. ...but I can't stay mad, because of the psychic accidentally-killer whales.
Had a super-dee-duper Turkey Day with the fam, spent quality time with the sisters. Also spent some quality time playing with my sister's boyfriend's son, age 3, who demanded that we have a handpuppet Battle Royale. Snail and Monkey vs. Shuffles the Stingray and Dr. Moody! Shuffles had his deadly sting, but Snail's biting sarcasm and razor-sharp wit proved even deadlier.
Back here at work, I had an action-packed week. I wrestled Condors, got filmed for a PBS documentary, and presented our Monarch Butterfly research findings at a local symposium. Then this weekend I went to two Christmas tree lightings, hung out at the MB Aquarium, went to a museum reception, ditched another reception, and got filmed for another documentary. And now I'm sitting at home, and have just finished listening to the Bears cream the Vikings. Just when I felt deepest woe over the fact that of the 3 football games being aired today on the west coast, NONE were the Bears/Vikings game, there came WBBM streaming radio to the rescue! Thank you, plucky Chicago AM radio!
On the heels of canis_m's post about YA fantasy lit: since it's winter, that means it must be time to re-read The Dark Is Rising series. I brought them back to CA with me after Thanksgiving, and am up to the third book. Good stuff. Way better than the other crap I was reading (how does Robert Jordan sell so many books? And why did I feel compelled to read one?)
And now we squee about the latest SGA. Dude! Psychic whales! Psychic whales that can KILL YOU WITH THEIR BRAINS. Just when I think this show can't get any more awesome, BOOM. Psychic whales. And there's a baby whale that Rodney loves and names Sam and John taunts Rodney and they are twelve and I LOVE THEM. And Caldwell wants to nuke the whales! And Elizabeth wants to save them! And yay for Teyla screen time! And Elizabeth screen time! And it's a sad commentary on the state of the female characters on your show when fandom gets incredibly excited about multiple female characters on-screen TOGETHER. Talking. Without any boys around. Come on, writers, get your shit together and stop wasting those ladies you created. ...but I can't stay mad, because of the psychic accidentally-killer whales.