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The guy came and hooked up my cable/internet last night. Everytime I think about how I am connected to the world again I get this feeling, well, I guess the name that comes closest is orgasmic. Seriously. It's digital cable and high speed internet and it brought me Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert and Jon Stewart interviewing Samuel L. Jackson (motherfuckin' snakes on a motherfuckin' plane!) and then I downloaded an episode of Entourage in, like, 30 seconds and re-dl'ed 'Faith' because my previous file was crappy and I needed to see all he great brother stuff in the beginning. *satisfied sigh* Don't be alarmed or surprised if you ever see me making out with my cable box.

I realized as I was getting ready for bed that I had left a bra out on top of my dresser, right in view of the cable guy. I had a moment of intense delayed-embarrassment and then shrugged it off. And here I thought that my biggest problem was going to be how easily he could deduce I was a fangirl by the action figures and movie posters situated around the computer and the two bookshelves full of f&sf novels. No wonder he did that weird flirting thing with me after pointing out he was married. *facepalm*

I really need to stop picking at the scab on my knee. What am I, 6? It won't heal if you don't leave it alone. *scolds*

Reason #672 why I should make better use of IMDb. Found out today that Jeffrey Dean Morgan played Mary Louise Parker's dead husband on Weeds. Why is this important information that I should've had before? Because Mary Louise Parker is the Hollywood me (ie, the actress who could best portray me in the putative story of my life) and finding out that she was tv-married to John Winchester is still blowing my fragile little mind. I really, really, really love Hollywood.

That reminds me, once I've bit torrent'ed Entourage and Deadwood I need to get started on Weeds. But maybe I'll do season 2 of BSG first, I have a craving for more post-apocalyptic poltical drama.

I am so happy that I only have a week and a day left at this job. Yes, living off of loan money will be a pain in the butt but not being a slave to the copier/telephone will more then make up for it. One day we will all live the dream of doing nothing and it will be spectacular.

Ugh. What a strange weekend. Not in the 'a lot of stuff happened' sort of way but more in the 'emotional rollercoaster (I'm a big ol' manic-depressive)' sort of way. I really need to stop telling myself I suck, it's not terribly productive.

Was able to leave work on Friday to help with some Hurricane relief. Went over to the church and sorted donations and filled up food boxes for survivors moving into the area. It was good, hard work. Later that night there was much unloading of food from semis and loading of food onto semis but I had already left by then. I left that to the young men who had come in fresh after school/work and who hadn't been lugging around boxes of canned food all day.

However, had diet schedule thrown off for the day. Because I am easily swayed I talked myself into getting an ice cream sundae at this parlor that has been taunting me every day that I go to the LSAT prep course. I got a junior sundae that was still huger then huge. It was two scoops of ice cream in a cream puff, smothered in hot fudge. It turned out to be some kind of leaning tower of ice cream. Very yummy and completely un-finishable by your's truly.

Unfortunately, went back on the diet the very next day. Am thankfully not as generally hungry as I was before. Am possibly still living off of residual sugar. mmmmmmmmm

Rome was very good last night. It's all so ... Roman and wonderful. The characters are oodles of fun and while the pace can sometimes be a titch slow there's more then enough political and/or character goodness to make my brain happy.

Re-watched more Lost. Am now through 1.08 ('Confidence Man' [Sawyer ep.]). ( Some Blather )

Another LSAT prep test tonight. Oh joy, oh rapture.

Word Origin of the Day: Cartoon - The root work in Italian was carta, meaning "paper." In its original use, a "cartoon" was "any drawing made on paper." In French, this was carton before arriving in English as "cartoon." In the 1600s, the meaning had narrowed to refer to "a type of drawing - a sketch - done in preparation for a painting." During the 1800s, the modern meaning emerged from the magazine and newapaper industry.

Bleh. I hate November. I want it to die horribly and never darken my door ever.again. Every other freaking day the weather decides to change and throw my sinuses for a loop which causes me to get all headache-y and crabby and all I want to do is scream at people. It's a good thing that I live on my own because I have a feeling that I would be unbearable to live with this year.

( And Because I Can't Stop Bitching )

In other, happier news, I got disc one of season one of The West Wing from Netflix last week and watched all eight episodes on Saturday. What a great show, it is wonderful and shiny and I love it to pieces. There are no characters I hate and everything is just wonderful. Yes, I've seen parts of season four and yes, I know that the post-Sorkin years are dark-ish but dang if this isn't wonderful.

And I should be getting disc one of Band of Brothers in the mail tomorrow. Thankfully there will always be television and movies and books around to make my world a better place.