I've even raped and killed a mountain panda in the hills of Shaanxi.

for goldfischegirl

1) Project Facial Hair: Women compete every week with new beard styles. Passions rise and tempers flare as the worst facial hair gets eliminated every week.

2) Top Friend: Unlike every other reality show, you DO come here to make friends, bitches!

3) The Librarian: Men compete to win the affections of a librarian with a cold exterior. One of the men ends up confessing that he was born a woman, and his honesty wins the day.

4) Who Wants To Form a Lynch Mob?: People compete to form the angriest, most successful lynch mob after some guy cuts them off in traffic.

We experienced Jamestown, Williamsburg, and Yorktown, the "historic triangle." I also took a lot of pics out of the plane, b/c it was the first time in a while I'd flown during a sunny day out of SeaTac, and vice versa.

For me the real highlight was watching Bourdain and Top Chef. And then realizing that almost nothing else on TV is worth watching, and therefore cable is worthless for more than 48 hours a month. Oh, and the constant replays of everything.

Just watched episodes 1-7 of Heroes.

discuss.

I watched the first dvd of Batman:the Animated Series last night. It's slightly cheesy but less so than the live-action show, and the 30s+90s aesthetic really kills me. We then watched the first 2 episodes of Weeds and chilled out with rorotheclown. And then I showered, shaved, and packed. Shaving legs is a pain in the ass, man. I guess this will be the last time this year I'll have to do it though.

So the women's slalom winner last night, chubby Swedish girl whose ancestors used to pick up cows and move them to different fields, was pretty amusing. If you missed it she did a penguin belly flop when they announced her gold medal, and then during the replay the fucking commentators mentioned her eating some of the snow. "It's the taste of victory." Which made me want to stab them in the gut, but what can you do.

Has anyone ever used melatonin and had it work? I mean, I have, but only if I actually go to bed within 30 minutes. Although at this point in my life I can almost always lie down and convince myself to fall asleep. But in the past taking it, there was a window which, if I missed it, meant I was not falling asleep anytime soon.

Because I am slow, I finally watched the Rick James episode of The Chappelle Show last night. That's some good shit. Although I'm more interested in the reactions of Charlie Murphy being humiliated as a beta male than anything.

World Wraps is apparently the only eatery here open today. Stupid fucking presidents.

First July Fourth in a while that I haven't been single/fighting with boyfriend. We went to Golden Gardens, the Sundazed area, and sucked in the sun. Of course my face is still all fucked up, so I borrowed a red kerchief from Reg and went out Shadow Style. The train robber and pirate jokes abounded. Saw way too many peeps to list out, and they all prevented me from reading. I think in spite of everything I got a little sunburnt on my nose. Crazy. I pretty much went to bed after the fireworks; reg had developed a headache so didn't want to go out anyway. So he just forced me to watch Family Guy with commentary.

Anyway that guy distracted me from the whole point of life, which is that I finally saw Episode 3 and I really really liked it. I think it's better than Jedi, although Reg says "Not quite." The only thing that I really didn't like was all the fucking glass breaking. I mean, wtf kinda retard glass do they have a long time ago? But in general yeah, it was the first time you actually gave a fuck about the characters, and it was all very sad and poignant and pretty.

Although I totally want some palpatine/anakin slash now.

Afterwards we started on Disc 2 of Bullshit!. Watched the Sex episode, and the bottled water/feng shui one. After that I wanted to drink some Evian and have sex. I did neither, alas.

Firefox has an extension that lets you control your mp3 player of choice from the browser. Sweet.

Yesterday I felt really weird, seasick without even moving. Some kind of inner ear infection? Backwash from the tooth problems? Saturday I was utterly miserable from the tooth and yesterday I was just miserable. Riding in the car made it worse; something about rainy days and being in a stuffy car always has made me feel ill.
I managed to pull myself together for the Lake Forest Park Rummage Sale, though. We drove out to Sandpoint and wished for a big truck so we could buy some of that fun shit. We just got a shit ton of books, shoes, and a nice side table with a shelf under it. Well, it wasn't all that fancy, but for $4 it's pretty decent. Beats the free side table we'd been using, anyway.

Oh, does anyone need a free side table?

So after that we went to the UVillage, got smoothies and then hit up B&N. I'd given Reg a $10 gift card but I guess he didn't use it since we'd bought so many books already. I was feeling a little dizzy still so I just sat at the cookbooks. I read a few recipes in about four books, one of them being a Lebanese cookbook, and it made me want lamb really bad. I promised Reg I'd cook him lamb stew for dinner.

We then drove up to the Comics Dungeon on 45th. They were out of the Sin City Volume One, unsurprisingly, but much to Reg's chagrin. I got a couple of Strangers In Paradise, and another graphic novel that I can't recall the name of at the moment. It looked good though, set in the 20s with a kooky cop team-up of a pimp and a ... chick. Yeah.

Anyway, went home and reg's computer died. Windows startup shows, then the screen goes black. I'm at a loss; I put it in Safe Mode so he could backup his files. Not sure what he did later when I went to bed from the return of the dizziness. Of course before that I read my comics and poor, poor francine. Also watched some Dead Like Me and of course made the stew.

I woke up a few times to pee and cough. Maybe I'm just getting sick. That would be better than needing a root canal.

suxdonut's quick summary of The Fountainhead

I am about halfway through Singularity Sky, and it's actually starting to get really interesting. But before I got there I started Asimov's Gold, his last collection of short stories and essays, and, well, wow. It's really good. I mean, I've been reading him for almost twenty years, and his older stuff doesn't stand out quite as well, still good, but the weak characterizations are glaring. But in these stories, not in the least. Hot Damn and all that rot. Of course I still think my writing is almost as good, which is something he addresses in one of the essays. Not my writing per se, but our generation of SF writers, being better than his generation.

The last episode of The Office was so sad. Poor, poor David Brent.

Reg is still watching Firefly. I'm not as into it as he is, but I'm liking it just fine. It's kind of ultraviolent though.