1. I spent four hours watching Firefly this evening. Four hours. Finished the series. Watched some special features while waiting for people to come watch with me. Had a view of Nathan Fillion's bare arse.
If you're not familiar with the show, here's the gist: Nine wayward souls in a universe part John Wayne, part Star Trek who come together on the good ship
This is one of my favorite scene progressions. Enjoy.
2. I've had no semblance of a real schedule since returning from Michigan on Wednesday. I guess it was technically Thursday by the time I got home, thanks to a delayed flight. So the last four days have come and gone, my schedule, plans, and activities fluctuating with my moods. I haven't run, my avoidance of grocery shopping means I've been scavenging for food and eating horribly, and I'm up way too late this evening typing this ridiculous list for you to read. Surprisingly enough, I actually have been exceptionally productive at work, even spending several hours reading Spanish text aloud to myself as I formatted it into our Parish Emergency Planning guide (guia, except w/ an accent on the i).
3. While waiting for my delayed flight and flying across a darkened country, I read half of the rather thick novel "The Time Traveler's Wife." Excellently written, incredibly imaginative and well-thought-out. A little too much graphic sex (you know, even in a novel with a fictional couple...I just don't need to know some things) and the never-ending question of circular logic that tends to get mixed into time travel: Henry meets Clare while she is a child, thus she grows up knowing and loving him, thus she marries him, thus he goes into her childhood because he loves her. Where does it actually begin? There's no real cause-and-effect in time travel, and it bugs me. Nevertheless, I'm a sucker for a love story. I want to see the movie.
4. I picked up "He's Just Not That Into You" from Goodwill for $.99 today. I've heard it's excellent. I enjoyed the movie. I anticipate it to be an irreverent, hilarious, and brutally honest examination of the relationships between men and women. And perhaps one day, when all the men I know are not well, all the men I currently know here in Texas (sorry guys...she's just not that into you), the lessons I learn will come in handy as I sit on the sofa with my hands clasped in anticipation waiting for that swell guy to call for a date. I'll let you know how it goes.
5. Neither of the aforementioned books are on "The List." But given my rate of consumption for the acclaimed novels on The List, I didn't figure it would hurt that much to veer away from classics for a spell. Besides, I was in the middle of reading an approved List book en route from Houston to Atlanta a couple of weeks ago, and apparently left it on the plane. This being the book that I shouldn't even have checked out given the $8.50 fine currently standing on my account (the library ladies were doing me a favor...shame on them). I need to go in tomorrow with a remorseful expression and my checkbook out to remedy this situation. In the meantime, I'll read novels and self-help books that I own and can't feel nearly so bad about losing.
6. I have important news this week, but you have to wait for it. You can guess if you want to. Note #4 above to mean that it's probably not about a guy, and I'll tell you right now it's not about a job (speaking of which...I need to get back on the application wagon. I didn't even go to Mod today).
7. One last thing, because I just remembered it. I was nearly in a car wreck today, because a woman decided it was okay to make a left turn at a green light. Thank God for my brakes. It was like everything slowed down, and my brain kept asking, "Will we stop before we hit that very large SUV with our very small Cavalier?"
It was terrifying, but we didn't even tap. However, as I crawled through the intersection, my heart pounding, the other vehicle pulled over, the driver got out, and was inspecting her car while on the phone. With no collision, t wasn't actually an accident, but not being sure if she was reporting it or something (and knowing that it was 100% not my fault), I drove over and pulled in next to her. Quick chat about the cars - everybody and everything was okay. But then, in poetic irony, given that Luke has been telling me where the Seawall is located in regular intervals since I met him more than a year ago, she looked at me an asked, "How do I get to the Seawall?"
Yeah, it's an island. It isn't that hard to find. Oh, and go away and don't kill anybody on the way.
8. My puppy is passed out on the end of my bed, which means it's probably night-night time for this lady as well. So I bid you all a good-night.
Much love from Texas,
C-Jo
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