trying to catch up with tv shows can be irritating
So. I'm trying to get up to date with Heroes. I'm through season 2 thanks to Netflix and just confirmed that they're still in season 3. And that I don't have any easy access to the first, oh, 8 episodes because they're too old to still be on hulu or wherever. Poop. However, HRG is still one of my favorites, along with Matt and well, duh, Sylar. Zachary Quinto's voice is frickin' awesome. [sidebar: Can't wait until Trek, OMG] Also? While poking around, I found that Jack Coleman (who plays HRG) has a blog. And is quite amusing. Oh, let's face it: he flat out wins.
He made a dinosaur joke. And then pointed out that he made a dinosaur joke.
He and Zachary Quinto were singing Simon and Garfunkel on set.
Dude, would somebody freakin' give me the beginning of S3? Please?! Sylar and HRG partnering up is too much win to stay away! And there's all of the random evilness floating around. GIMME! ::cries::
Oh, and here is the blog of win.
I'm gonna go and... ok, so I'm not going to sleep. Whatevah.
My roommate is back. ldyguinevere , that is. Katie has mostly moved out but still has stuff here, which is fine. It'll be weird having somebody else here again. Also, holy hell, we need a tv down here. My goal is to have one before Friday. BSG comes back, hello. Also, just... tv. This is gong to kill my bank account. Woo.
Atlantis has ended, which is ...sad, yes, but I've had quite a while to come to terms with it. And now I'm free to play with the characters in my own brain with the canon basically wrapped up. Why do I feel vaguely like Calvin playing god? Mwaaaahahahahah...
Yeeeeeeeees... Nothing. o.o
Monday is fast approaching and (holy crap, that's technically tomorrow now. Fast approaching indeed) I'm not looking forward to it. Actually that's a lie. I'm looking forward to Monday, but only because I don't have any classes Monday but still get my friends back on campus. Tuesday is what I'm dreading. For the past few months I've been happily puttering around my own little world, mostly detached from everything. If I wanted to, I'd do it, but otherwise... very little. I've been living a ridiculously self-indulgent life. It was nice. I'm afraid that I am happily a creature of sloth.
It's not even that I'll be having a hard time of it. I'll only be a part-time student with a part-time job and an internship. Seriously. Two classes, and I'm not even sure that one of them will pan out. It's still listed as TBA for the time and place. Then the internship. I have to have 150 by the time I graduate, but that's not going to be the end of this year anyway.
But I still don't want to deal with real life. Not that college is real life. That's patently ridiculous. But it's close enough to reality that I just want to burrow farther under my covers and tell it to take a hike. Into a black hole.
Then again, maybe not a black hole. With my luck the reality going into the black hole would serve as fuel for the plasma-jets and would end up shot right back out into the universe as the highest energy cosmic rays and I'd be in that exact square mile for one of the three hits of the particles a century. Supercharged reality would so not be cool. It's official: galactic nuclei suck. (That was a black hole joke.)
Keep Centaurus A away from me, eh? (That was an alliterative Canadian joke. I'm kind of proud of it, especially when compounded with the associations of the astro-nature of the photo and our Canadian astrophysicist.)
Related, but not directly to the supermassive galactic nucleus black hole of Centaurus A, how do binary systems of a stellar mass black hole and an orbiting star work, anyway? Wouldn't it just... eight ball in the corner pocket? Ponder-de-ponder.
I could really go for some Portuguese chili-sauce chicken burger and an orange Fanta about now. I miss Oporto. I miss Australia in general. But those burgers specifically right now. Damn.
He made a dinosaur joke. And then pointed out that he made a dinosaur joke.
He and Zachary Quinto were singing Simon and Garfunkel on set.
Dude, would somebody freakin' give me the beginning of S3? Please?! Sylar and HRG partnering up is too much win to stay away! And there's all of the random evilness floating around. GIMME! ::cries::
Oh, and here is the blog of win.
I'm gonna go and... ok, so I'm not going to sleep. Whatevah.
My roommate is back. ldyguinevere , that is. Katie has mostly moved out but still has stuff here, which is fine. It'll be weird having somebody else here again. Also, holy hell, we need a tv down here. My goal is to have one before Friday. BSG comes back, hello. Also, just... tv. This is gong to kill my bank account. Woo.
Atlantis has ended, which is ...sad, yes, but I've had quite a while to come to terms with it. And now I'm free to play with the characters in my own brain with the canon basically wrapped up. Why do I feel vaguely like Calvin playing god? Mwaaaahahahahah...
Yeeeeeeeees... Nothing. o.o
Monday is fast approaching and (holy crap, that's technically tomorrow now. Fast approaching indeed) I'm not looking forward to it. Actually that's a lie. I'm looking forward to Monday, but only because I don't have any classes Monday but still get my friends back on campus. Tuesday is what I'm dreading. For the past few months I've been happily puttering around my own little world, mostly detached from everything. If I wanted to, I'd do it, but otherwise... very little. I've been living a ridiculously self-indulgent life. It was nice. I'm afraid that I am happily a creature of sloth.
It's not even that I'll be having a hard time of it. I'll only be a part-time student with a part-time job and an internship. Seriously. Two classes, and I'm not even sure that one of them will pan out. It's still listed as TBA for the time and place. Then the internship. I have to have 150 by the time I graduate, but that's not going to be the end of this year anyway.
But I still don't want to deal with real life. Not that college is real life. That's patently ridiculous. But it's close enough to reality that I just want to burrow farther under my covers and tell it to take a hike. Into a black hole.
Then again, maybe not a black hole. With my luck the reality going into the black hole would serve as fuel for the plasma-jets and would end up shot right back out into the universe as the highest energy cosmic rays and I'd be in that exact square mile for one of the three hits of the particles a century. Supercharged reality would so not be cool. It's official: galactic nuclei suck. (That was a black hole joke.)
Keep Centaurus A away from me, eh? (That was an alliterative Canadian joke. I'm kind of proud of it, especially when compounded with the associations of the astro-nature of the photo and our Canadian astrophysicist.)
Related, but not directly to the supermassive galactic nucleus black hole of Centaurus A, how do binary systems of a stellar mass black hole and an orbiting star work, anyway? Wouldn't it just... eight ball in the corner pocket? Ponder-de-ponder.
I could really go for some Portuguese chili-sauce chicken burger and an orange Fanta about now. I miss Oporto. I miss Australia in general. But those burgers specifically right now. Damn.