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Jul. 16th, 2006 10:19 pmI don't do heat, I *don't*, my heritage be damned. It's 10:20PM and I'm stressing over assignments, I'm sweating, my face feels slightly...greasy? (why?!?), and tomorrow and Tuesday are supposed to be worse. Much much worse. Frak, frell, whateverthehell.
I finally caught the first episode of Farscape. I was feeling bad about not having seen a full episode before, like I should give up my geek card or something. It was okay. I suppose I'd have to watch more than one to pick up on things and have it get under my skin (as the little voice in my head says "all it took was the BSG mini before you raised your fandom placard over there, so nyah!"). Crichton looks remarkably like Daniel from SG-1, and that must *thrill* the peeps that watch it now; sorta like Doublemint Twins only naughtier.
eta-I housesat this weekend. Managed the "no internet/no cable" much better this time around, filling the time with BSG S1, Farscape, The Matador, and parts of the newer Hitchhiker (even Mos Def and Alan Rickman's voice couldn't stop me from pressing "eject"). The Matador was a quirky little film, weird enough that I probably need to watch it again to see if I really liked it. Greg Kinnear, though...you can do no better. Friday night I fell asleep to Grimaux's rendition of some Bach Sonatas and it was the best transition this unattached gal could ask for. Now I'm back home with all the TVs blaring and the brothers doing their thing (*sigh* to "long showers") and the craziness.
I finally caught the first episode of Farscape. I was feeling bad about not having seen a full episode before, like I should give up my geek card or something. It was okay. I suppose I'd have to watch more than one to pick up on things and have it get under my skin (as the little voice in my head says "all it took was the BSG mini before you raised your fandom placard over there, so nyah!"). Crichton looks remarkably like Daniel from SG-1, and that must *thrill* the peeps that watch it now; sorta like Doublemint Twins only naughtier.
eta-I housesat this weekend. Managed the "no internet/no cable" much better this time around, filling the time with BSG S1, Farscape, The Matador, and parts of the newer Hitchhiker (even Mos Def and Alan Rickman's voice couldn't stop me from pressing "eject"). The Matador was a quirky little film, weird enough that I probably need to watch it again to see if I really liked it. Greg Kinnear, though...you can do no better. Friday night I fell asleep to Grimaux's rendition of some Bach Sonatas and it was the best transition this unattached gal could ask for. Now I'm back home with all the TVs blaring and the brothers doing their thing (*sigh* to "long showers") and the craziness.
