the night has a thousand saxaphones

Guilty pleasures: I just watched the hour and a half finale of American Gladiators. *blush* I KNOW. SHUT UP. Just, SUCH flashbacks to being six years old and watching it on mute ready to LEAP for the remote if my mom came in the room.

Guilty pleasures pt 2: Now I have some "Make Me a Supermodel" cued up. What? After all the video clips trollprincess has posted...

hulu.com is going to eat ALL my free time if I'm not careful, isn't it? And I DON'T WATCH REALITY TV! No, really (she says, looking shifty...)

Guilty pleasures pt 3: After living for months in LA, finally paid a visit to Babeland. Good store. Gives me ideas. Why did I not do this LONG ago? To avoid TMI: Very happy with purchase.

Guilty pleasures pt 4: ( I'm really going to miss LA. )

Random: The cat has always insisted on being in the bathroom when I shower. Normally he just sits on the high window ledge watching the birds, so that's okay, but recently he's started sitting on the rim of the bathtub. You know how one layer of shower curtain goes inside the tub, and the other goes outside? He jumps up on the edge and gets IN BETWEEN them, and then bats at me through the inside layer. It's WEIRD. I'm debating whether to start locking him out, but then he yowls and scratches the door. I will say that when the waterproof new purchase is tested, he's definitely getting locked out. Seriously, cat, what's your damage?

I guess I have to pack now.

Random: Today, the cat stepped on the on/off switch to my power strip and I lost an amount of work that might be roughly estimated at "a whole lot."

Grr.

( My life. Ask yourself, 'how much do I care?' )

So I have read and watched a ton of stuff recently, and I was just blown away by a lot of it.

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

( Chalk another one up under 'things that make me sob in inappropriate places.' (I'm sorry, random man who had to sit next to a sobbing woman on an airplane!) )

I Am Legend

( Wow. )

3:10 to Yuma

( Oh holy god, the slashy vibe )

Random: On Friday afternoon, I mixed up Dustin's toothbrush and the designated old-cleaning-toothbrush. I used his to sort of poke at a drain clog, and put it away under the sink. Oops. The kind of creepy thing is, it took him THREE DAYS to ask me "Hey, what happened to my toothbrush?"

Um.

So Constance came and we had a BLAST. A complete and total blast and she is awesome and I love her to pieces and I'm so sad she's gone and yaay. There was much cuddling of a reluctant kitty and much discussion over people who are difficult to buy Christmas presents for and cute boys and Katie and people from church and much ranting and a ridiculous amount of being-bums and TV consumed and Guitar Hero played and there was Red Robin and quiche and Oreo milkshakes.

My sister ROCKS. And I miss her lots.

( Six Flags )

( Oh look! Spur of the moment cracky-crossover fanfic! )