sleepy hollow is still batshit and still, uh, let us say "historically idiocyncratic". i'm totally in it for abbie and ichabod and captain irving. and jenny.
hang on, who is this guesting on the blacklist?
IS THAT ISABELLA ROSSELLINI?? HOLY CRAP I THINK IT IS.
anyway. sleepy hollow is still mythologically and mytharcly bugnuts and kitchen sink-y and ichabod's word choices make me go "can you people at least pretend you're writing a guy from the eighteenth century?" but i'm still watching it so it can't be that bad.
i'm liking the blacklist, tho. i'm kind of doing the tv-watching equivalent of drawing little hearts all around james spader.
my knee still hurts and occasionally itches (ohgodihatewhenititches) and i am still thus an idiot.
we had an ice cream social at work today! it was the last day for one of the partners - i think he retired - so we had ben & jerry's at three. whipped cream, hot fudge, sprinkles, mini m&ms, everything. yum.
the random thing i like about where i work which doesn't actually affect me at all is that in all the offices, one of the walls is painted with whatever stuff they coat whiteboards with, so if you have an office with a door, you have a whole wall of whiteboard, plus a little plastic container stuck to the wall to hold your markers. (someone on the fourteenth floor wrote "get back to work!" with an angry emoticon on their wall. the angryface totally makes it.) i think that is just the coolest thing.
ok, now people on the blacklist are being stupid and i am slightly less impressed. but still, james spader. <3
crafter! in! spaaaace! ie, an astronaut on the iss makes a little plush dinosaur for her son - is this or is this not the coolest damn thing? she made a t-rex! in space! and there is of course a photo of it floating in zero gravity inside the iss!