Watch as I do my imitation of a sloth

Aside from a flurry of usefullness on Saturday after rehearsal where I went grocery shopping, cleaned the house and made dinner, I've mostly been a lazy slug all weekend. I'm not terribly worried about this state as it's a fairly normal reaction to being ultra busy the week before.

So busy that I missed Stargate completely (well there were also technology issues involved in that), and slept through part of BSG. I have seen some of the screencaps for SG-1, and I have to say that pretty as BB is, the image of him dressed as any other flyboy out of uniform just doesn't do it for me. It screams - MILITARY - even more loudly than the uniforms (which are growing on me, by the way). Every dumbass flyboy I knew growing up dressed just like that, and while nothing can take away the pretty, I just have far too much of a long standing distaste for the military and military lifestyle. Sigh. Who knew those buttons could still be triggered that easily. Still, I may need to watch in real time. Just, you know, to make sure. (And just an aside, I have tremendous respect for those who choose to serve, but I have some issues with the military itself from the perspective of one who grew up on it's periphery. Those tend to come out with vehemence:)

I had to guilt M. into letting me watch it (and sadly it came down to using that guilt to get me a viewing of BSG or a viewing of SG-1 as I would have been interrupting his precious 19,000 viewing of Diamonds Are Forever. And dude, if someone can explain what makes those of the Y-chromosomed obsessively watch Bond movies I'd be forever grateful. And since it had been a two parter, I chose to use my influence for BSG).

( BSG - Ressurection Ship, pt.2 )

I finished THUD! and my Pratchett love knows no bounds. Okay, Monstrous Regiment was really dull, but other than that. I'm currently reading Elizabeth Bear's Hammered on cofax7's reccomendation and enjoying it so far. I like the roughness of this universe.

Also, for those of you who are helping to choose NC-17 nominations for The Sparky's, I'm going to make a post over at the_sporkys and cross post here, so please start compiling!!

Origin Stories

Since ch1pper wants a post-WGFA ficlet in return for her lovely icon, I was forced, FORCED, I tell you to rewatch it tonight. The things I do for art!! So of course, since it's on the same DVD, I also had to watch my guilty pleasure, BoD. I really love this ep. It's... yeah, I know. But I love the snark, I love the Butch n' Sundance, I love the absolutely wretched judgement call that lead Chi and D'ARgo to bring the damned thing on in the first place. And hee - if Rygel is the anti-Yoda, the Vorc is like a combination between the anti-ET and some weird Sumrai/frogicken. I also love the funky square lettuce cubes that Zhaan is putting away:) And hee - I listened to Ricky Manning and Rowan Woods commentary on WGFA and I love when they talk about it being messy. It is such a messy show, and that explains so much of my adoration.

I also drank a lot of sake, which tends to make things funnier. It also makes me far more likely to repeat the dialogue along with the screen. Thank god M.'s at work. The cats don't care. They're used to it. They don't even flinch when I do the same thing with Aliens.

Among the other artists who attend the same group that I do on Thursdays, we've been discussing origin stories. Not origin as in existence, but how we got to be in the literal place we are. When you come to LA, you tend to do so for a reason, and one of the projects we've decided to undertake is to have everyone offer up their arrival story - the whys, wheres and wherefores of how we came to Los Angeles.

I have yet to write the story, having told it so many times before, but framing it in text is a new challenge - framing the details of the journey, the blue highways, the coffee and skittles and poor frozen cat who spent most of the journey under the air conditioning vents because I was so scared he'd overheat. And then we got to St. George, Utah where I had to stay in a motel by myself and all I could think about was being the girl in the horror movie, being the girl not found the next day, having serial killer dreams in the desert at the height of summer. Hardly an auspicious beginning to my journey here.