"You said we had a problem, not a galactic emergency."
I've got a cloud of gloom hanging over me today which I am attempting to chase away with coffee and expensive milk chocolate I usually reserve for making frosting. Part of me wants to conquer the world and part of me wants to hide under the covers and so instead I'm watching an episode of Babylon 5 before I got to work. It is, however, only serving to creep me the fuck out, because it is filled with distorted camera shots of black-draped telepaths alternately group-hugging their friends and killing people with their minds. Apparently the Vorlons created these poor beings, which goes pretty far to explain their extra-creepiness. I do miss the Vorlons, though, who would glide into an episode like this, say something cryptic, and distract you for a moment from the relentless cruelty of characters struggling with being different.
There are a dozen post-it notes on my desk with quotes and things I have been meaning to say about NCIS, Farscape, and SG-1 but I am trying to get the majority of my hair to stay in a ponytail and failing repeatedly and this does not provide much hope that I have enough focus today to write, in wild and expressive detail, about why I am in love with all three shows. So, instead, I'll put off wavy-hanging until tomorrow, have another cup of coffee, and set off for the air-conditioned world of work, ponytailed or not.
There are a dozen post-it notes on my desk with quotes and things I have been meaning to say about NCIS, Farscape, and SG-1 but I am trying to get the majority of my hair to stay in a ponytail and failing repeatedly and this does not provide much hope that I have enough focus today to write, in wild and expressive detail, about why I am in love with all three shows. So, instead, I'll put off wavy-hanging until tomorrow, have another cup of coffee, and set off for the air-conditioned world of work, ponytailed or not.