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Ok so...Battlestar Galactica...seems as good a place to start as any.
Fucking awesome. If I hadn't read spoilers about a week ago, I don't think I would've seen that one coming. I mean...Baltar...sure. You can see that one coming a mile away coz one thing you can usually count on w/ this show is what you generally can't predict. And, yeah, there are some disappointments with how the show has progressed - the destruction of the Resurrection Ship didn't seem to have the same long running repercussions one might expect. Gina...what SHE did only makes sense if you read into it what you aren't specifically given (read : motivation). There are other points, but minor ones.
But...Adama back with his old mustache. Lee, packing on the pounds. Starbuck and her wedded bliss. That guy from Quantum Leap - both a priest AND a Cylon. (personally, I'm curious to see what the hell the Cylon Doctor Man implanted in Starbuck's abdomen, and why Leoben is so interested in her...he did say she was destined for great things...my theory? her ovaries were replaced with upgraded Cylon models, and her and her dying hubby are the proud parents of a heretofore unknown Cylon hybrid)
I love this show. The next six months are going to suck. Now all we need to do is find out what's going on with our Lost buddies and their disembodied, smoke-like psychic friend, Aaron.
Other shit....
So, like, we're living in an apartment now. Some semi-not-so-shabby place right across from the C470. I'd forgotten how much I miss hearing my neighbors have sex or move furniture or have sex AND move furniture. I mean...shit...I'm not sure what these people do, but I'm pretty sure that, what ever it is, it involves depleted uranium and psuedoephedrine derivatives. The random ker-thunks at three am are somewhat comforting.
We sold our house back in late January to a nice yuppie D.I.N.K. couple from Denver. We move to the new one in about a month or so. Looking forward to having a new room for Lizzie where we can properly hang Jay's plaque.
Lizzie walks and talks and signs and catches pretty much every illness coming down the pike. So much for the vaunted immune-boosting qualities of breast milk. Nearly 20 months old and she ain't even 20 pounds yet. But at least she's a smart one. I'll take that over physical development any day of the week.
The job...well...
You know, nearly five years ago when I started this goddamn journal, there used to be SO much to write about. I go back and read my old entries and I think to myself...was I really getting worked up over THAT stupid shit? Did any of that really matter? Did it make any sense? Didn't matter what it was, I'd stick it in here. Either it was the newness of the online experience, this quasi-coming-together and meeting of the minds that seemed so attractive at the time...
Nowadays, its just so much work to come up with an entry. You get married and have kids and then what? Barring some choice political ballyhooing or getting on my soapbox about HBO's new show "Big Love"...what the fuck am I going to talk about?
At that point, the entries just kinda run together.
Feb 26th
I took the kid to daycare after I woke up. Today, Lizzie said "thank you". I went to work and I fixed some computers and I studied for my CCNA and then I went home, had some dinner. Didn't have sex with the wife because she was really tired.
Feb 27th
I took the kid to daycare after I woke up. Today, Lizzie finally strung two words together. I went to work and I fixed some computers and I studied for my CCNA and then I went home, had some dinner. Didn't have sex with the wife because I was really tired.
Feb 28th
See January 27th
This is not to say that wedded/parental bliss isn't just that. Ya just don't think everyone wants to hear about it all the damn time.
And as for the "unifucktard" comment earlier...today I witnessed an event of unprecidented idiocy (and no, I'm not refering to the latest antics of our loveable President).
I'm sitting in my car after getting Sara's meds from King Soopers, listening to the BSG podcast (Ronald Moore - thy name is love) when this guy in an Acura MDX pulls into a parking spot going a tad too fast. He skids on some ice and slams into one of them special plastic shopping carts...you know, one of them carts made up to look like a race car for the kids...he slams into the cart and jams it between him and the SUV in the opposite parking spot.
The guy gets out of the MDX, walks to the front of the car and just stares at this shattered shopping cart. He then heads inside. Hopefully to inform the Customer Service desk about what an idiot he is.
The instant I saw that, "unifucktard" was the first word to pop into my head.
Made my fucking day.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some CCNA reading to catch up on.
How y'all doin'?
Fucking awesome. If I hadn't read spoilers about a week ago, I don't think I would've seen that one coming. I mean...Baltar...sure. You can see that one coming a mile away coz one thing you can usually count on w/ this show is what you generally can't predict. And, yeah, there are some disappointments with how the show has progressed - the destruction of the Resurrection Ship didn't seem to have the same long running repercussions one might expect. Gina...what SHE did only makes sense if you read into it what you aren't specifically given (read : motivation). There are other points, but minor ones.
But...Adama back with his old mustache. Lee, packing on the pounds. Starbuck and her wedded bliss. That guy from Quantum Leap - both a priest AND a Cylon. (personally, I'm curious to see what the hell the Cylon Doctor Man implanted in Starbuck's abdomen, and why Leoben is so interested in her...he did say she was destined for great things...my theory? her ovaries were replaced with upgraded Cylon models, and her and her dying hubby are the proud parents of a heretofore unknown Cylon hybrid)
I love this show. The next six months are going to suck. Now all we need to do is find out what's going on with our Lost buddies and their disembodied, smoke-like psychic friend, Aaron.
Other shit....
So, like, we're living in an apartment now. Some semi-not-so-shabby place right across from the C470. I'd forgotten how much I miss hearing my neighbors have sex or move furniture or have sex AND move furniture. I mean...shit...I'm not sure what these people do, but I'm pretty sure that, what ever it is, it involves depleted uranium and psuedoephedrine derivatives. The random ker-thunks at three am are somewhat comforting.
We sold our house back in late January to a nice yuppie D.I.N.K. couple from Denver. We move to the new one in about a month or so. Looking forward to having a new room for Lizzie where we can properly hang Jay's plaque.
Lizzie walks and talks and signs and catches pretty much every illness coming down the pike. So much for the vaunted immune-boosting qualities of breast milk. Nearly 20 months old and she ain't even 20 pounds yet. But at least she's a smart one. I'll take that over physical development any day of the week.
The job...well...
You know, nearly five years ago when I started this goddamn journal, there used to be SO much to write about. I go back and read my old entries and I think to myself...was I really getting worked up over THAT stupid shit? Did any of that really matter? Did it make any sense? Didn't matter what it was, I'd stick it in here. Either it was the newness of the online experience, this quasi-coming-together and meeting of the minds that seemed so attractive at the time...
Nowadays, its just so much work to come up with an entry. You get married and have kids and then what? Barring some choice political ballyhooing or getting on my soapbox about HBO's new show "Big Love"...what the fuck am I going to talk about?
At that point, the entries just kinda run together.
Feb 26th
I took the kid to daycare after I woke up. Today, Lizzie said "thank you". I went to work and I fixed some computers and I studied for my CCNA and then I went home, had some dinner. Didn't have sex with the wife because she was really tired.
Feb 27th
I took the kid to daycare after I woke up. Today, Lizzie finally strung two words together. I went to work and I fixed some computers and I studied for my CCNA and then I went home, had some dinner. Didn't have sex with the wife because I was really tired.
Feb 28th
See January 27th
This is not to say that wedded/parental bliss isn't just that. Ya just don't think everyone wants to hear about it all the damn time.
And as for the "unifucktard" comment earlier...today I witnessed an event of unprecidented idiocy (and no, I'm not refering to the latest antics of our loveable President).
I'm sitting in my car after getting Sara's meds from King Soopers, listening to the BSG podcast (Ronald Moore - thy name is love) when this guy in an Acura MDX pulls into a parking spot going a tad too fast. He skids on some ice and slams into one of them special plastic shopping carts...you know, one of them carts made up to look like a race car for the kids...he slams into the cart and jams it between him and the SUV in the opposite parking spot.
The guy gets out of the MDX, walks to the front of the car and just stares at this shattered shopping cart. He then heads inside. Hopefully to inform the Customer Service desk about what an idiot he is.
The instant I saw that, "unifucktard" was the first word to pop into my head.
Made my fucking day.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some CCNA reading to catch up on.
How y'all doin'?