This has got to be, hands down and without a doubt, one of, if not THE most boring tropical storm EVAR. (I take that back. Fay earns the second most boring storm of all time award, while first place is awarded to Frances a few years back, when, even though the storm had stalled off coast, pretty much everything was closed. At least right now stores ( Read more... )

So I wake up two days ago feeling extremely waterlogged, but otherwise normal. Now, other than the requisite showering on a regular basis, I haven't been in the water since Fourth of July weekend when I drove up to Tallahassee for a few days, so I have no idea a bit of an idea (which is along the lines of TMI, and also makes no sense) as to why I ( Read more... )

So...

I think I might have Carpal Tunnel. Now, I'm not much of a hypochondriac (that job totally belongs to my older sister), but just... DAMN. My wrist has been absolutely killing me the past few days. It sort of feels like the pain would subside if I could manage to pop something in there, the only problem is there is nothing to pop. (Believe me ( Read more... )

LJ + alcohol = FUN. Lots of it.

Same with AIM, really. Transcripts don't lie.

You know what would also be lots of fun? Going outside to watch the meteor shower. Only, it's kinda near impossible since living in Florida automatically means that the night sky is overrun with light pollution (the worst kind, IMO) making the chances of actually seeing ( Read more... )

What the hell, cat! Just because I may have forgotten to buy you more food and you had to eat the little pieces at the bottom of your bowl for one day, it DOES NOT give you the right to shit on my bed! Especially on my favorite comforter! *rage, yo*

. . .

Okay, despite the crappy quality, looking back at when I caught you doing this totally ( Read more... )

First, I wanna say that this would've been up waaaay earlier, (like shortly after 10 EST), but Katie got home early, and Seth decided to visit, too. And while I'll wholly admit to them that I am the biggest dork alive, I won't make them suffer through my fangirling. At least not until we're at work the next day ( Read more... )

Now that my heart rate has dipped back down to safe/healthy levels after last night's geekfest, I figured it'd be a good time to re-watch (third time, whee!) and do a more coherent write-up of 'Five Years Gone' (or, as some sites are still calling it, (including NBC) 'String Theory'). So let's make with the cutty-cutty and get to it...

( Here be heroes...of the future! )

MOTHERFUCKING 'HEROES' YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME?!

( Cut for serious spoilers and excessive use of capslock and exclamation marks... )

I guess you could think of this entry as a sequel of sorts to this post I made back on March 30th. It seems once again, Hollywood is on a childhood raping rampage.

Item One:
To start things off, the infamous THEY of the film world are going after the single Eighties cartoon that is dearest to my heart, Alvin and the Chipmunks. Why, oh why ( Read more... )

It's hard for me to say this, coming from over 20 years of Burton loving, but seriously, with the exception of Rickman, WORST. CAST. EVAR.

A few notes:
1., Can Rickman even sing?
2., Helena Bonham Carter needs to die. I admit, I liked her in Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, but that was it. First she ruins Burton for me, then Arthurian legend, after ( Read more... )