June 9th, 2008



Oh, this amused me too much to not post.

Star Wars Horoscope for Aquarius

You can be cruel and torment people who disagree with you.

Deep down, there is a peace-loving, friendly side to you.

You have a knack for inflicting pain on people and use your intellect during battle.

Star wars character you are most like: Darth Vader


The Eyes Have It

I quite liked the American adaptation of The Eye, but I'm always gonna be bugged at corneal implants causing aural halllucinations, but I guess that's just one of the things you've gotta accept or not.

On another note, it's kinda sad that my mother was confused by the movie...

Granted, if she didn't go outside to do...whatever (Read: try and sneak a smoke that she assumes I don't know about) for the last half hour, she might understand things better.

That's a peeve of mine. I'm basically head o' entertainment, and I'm bugged every night about what we're going to watch, and I'm usually pretty good at having stuff. But damnit, I hate when they beg me to put something entertaining on, and then BUGGER OFF ELSEWHERE. If you've got other stuff to do, go do it before! You've got all day to putter around the house and do stuff. I can wait the five minutes to finish dishes, the programming isn't going anywhere...

The biggest annoyance is my parents knack of walking out when plot important stuff comes on. And then they have questions later. Which requires me answering what's already been answered, which is over OTHER stuff that I have to keep answering.

A connection to that is when I'm asked a question the movie or show just answered, and they ask me anyways, when I know they heard it...

Example from tonight's viewing: Sydney gets done explaining cell memory, and how some people experience weird things after transplants. My mother asks, "So this is happening because of her eye transplants?" Why would you ask this? The movie just SAID that. I swear, my mother's dialogue is written by Bendis. As if that wasn't bad enough, the movie ends, and she asks me why Sydney saw what she saw.

In the words of the Evil Midnight Bomber What Bombs at Midnight... PAY ATTENTION!!



Twas bound to happen.

Finally injured myself on the treadmill.

Tripped, crashed into the pile of crap right behind it, tried to get back on my feet the only place I knew of, which was the treadmill...which is not easy.

Extent of the injuries are some reddened knees which will fade, and a scraped up toe that looks worse than it probably is.

This is a sense of my priorities.

Stop the treadmill.
Check body, make sure everything is ok, and I'm not gushing all over.
Finish my walking. No, really. I'm fine!
Finish watching the episode of Crusade I was watching while walking.
Log onto IRC.
THEN do some cleanup on the cut. ;)

So yeah, ow.