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While watching BBC tonight…

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I noticed that three actors I’ve enjoyed greatly in some favourite movies are now in television roles. Martin Freeman, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy‘s Arthur Dent, stars alongside Peter Serafinowicz in a relatively humorous show called Hardware. You may remember Mr. Serafinowicz from Shaun of the Dead where he played Pete, the crabby roommate of Shaun, Simon Pegg. Simon’s going to be in Tuesday night’s episode of Doctor Who.

So, there you have it: three ugly guys on TV. And a lot of italics. I hope you feel like you’ve been given something valuable in this post.

Update (like two minutes later): I realized that Bill Nighy was in both films as Slartibartfast and Philip, respectively. He rules. That’s all I’ve got.

Honestly, squirrel, why are you looking so smug?

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An item I forgot to mention!: The name of this design shall henceforth be known as Florence: End of Days, Sunrise. That is all.

Have you ever found yourself sitting on the couch, holding the remote for your televiewer, absent-mindedly flipping through the channels when the thought “see what’s on MySpace” pops into your head? Do your fingers frantically stab at numbers on the keypad before your brain makes the connection that you can’t, in fact, google “Chinese nuclear power” on this device? I’m not sure if this makes me strange, marks me as an interwebs addict or is a sign of what technology should become. Hopefully all three.

In music: Yeah, I’m listening to Ghostface Killah with my over-40 coworker, Brett, in the room. What are you going to do about it? I mean, really.

I wake up
And the day feels
Broken
I tilt my head
I’m trying to get an angle
‘Cause the evening
I’ve always longed for
It could still happen

How do I master
The perfect day
Six glasses of water
Seven phonecalls

If you leave it alone
It might just happen
Anyway

“It’s Not Up to You” by Björk

I think these lyrics are telling me something pretty important. What it is, I’m not sure, but I do honestly believe there is a lesson there and dammit all – I’m fixin’ to learn it! Actually, that’s an interesting statement. I’m also trying to figure out some fundamental things about Nick right now. Chief among these is why I don’t feel like I deserve for anyone to be nice to me. Why don’t I want gifts or help and why can’t I take a compliment? Socially, too, why is refusing a compliment rude if you honestly don’t feel as though you’ve earned it?

Danger: much pondering ahead.

Talked to Lindsie last night and I’m happy to report that she’s doing really well in her new city. I knew there was a cosmopolitan girl in there (probably a Cosmopolitan and a rum & coke, too.) Now, if I could come up with a justification for being her butler in a one bedroom apartment…

Do you remember?

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Once upon 2002-ish, MTV had an amazing show called Rich Girls starring Ally “Horsehead” Hilfiger and Jamie “My Face is Melting” Gleicher. The show was beyond wonderful in all of its vapid, pointless whining and bickering. It featured some of the best conversations about the merits of cargo pants in the Midwest – “farmers actually put things in the pockets!” – and panics over dogs with pneumonia. Really, it had everything…for a whole ten episodes.

Well, Angelar and I haven’t forgotten. Through the magic of Photoshop, Ally and Jamie have been reunited:

Please, visit the episode guide, read the bios, revel in the photos and hope that a DVD comes out soon…at Rich Girls on MTV.com

Hehehehe…

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I laughed so hard when I saw this on television while watching Will & Grace. Ready?

Children!

Run over…by their own parents!

The danger of backing out of your own driveway on Fact Finders, tonight.

Yeah, I’m seriously waiting on the edge of my seat for an exposé on the perils of putting my car in reverse. Maybe if we got little Felicity or Tucker out of the fucking driveway and paid like, oh, four seconds-worth of attention to what’s going on, this wouldn’t be a problem.

People are idiots.

Another shining example is this wonderful new trend of getting charged for things I don’t owe money for and then being told I have to wait to be credited for 7-10 business days. Clearly, I should be punished by having money I didn’t want to spend and need taken from me when a company makes a mistake. It’s total bullshit how these assholes charge first and then figure out if they were supposed to or not later. You know they only do it because there is a large enough proportion of society that doesn’t even bother to contest it. Just like how a lot of corporations give out rebates because they know people will buy things they don’t need and never get around to filling out the form. Jerks.

That’s all. Three days until Philly.

Post-party depression…

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I think that, after a warm and wonderful night like the last, I’m having a very hard time spending this day alone at work. I’m so bored here with absolutely nothing to do (specific or otherwise). It’s definitely loneliness, in the clichéd sense of “all alone in a crowded room.” The lab is full of students, talking and chattering away, but I’m sitting here feeling completely cold and listless. I finally broke my isolation with a walk to the ATM and a stop for some food and a soda at UniMart. (Hmm…maybe my blood sugar being below the bottom has something to do with how I’ve been feeling?) Sitting outside, with my back against a tall oak tree, sun beaming on my face, I realized just how depressed this stupid Sunday shift makes me. I am usually pretty glad to be at work in the FMC – there’s Denise to entertain me, interesting clients, the usual little challenges, etc. Here, I’m going stircrazy, and it’s putting into motion a very odd series of thoughts.

But yes, last night, Emily came over to join Nicole and Mike on a quest to drunkeness. We had sangria (in this beautiful new pitcher I picked up yesterday), ‘red headed sluts,’ and a meal of slow-cooked split pea and ham soup. Watched some Monty Python for as long as our attention spans could hold us and then Party Monster. It was an enjoyable time for all…lots of laughs, especially over the slippery kitchen floor…and I got to round out my night with a much needed cuddle.

Today, though, I really need a hug or at least human interaction. Students do not count. Somebody kidnap me.

Chinchilla in (hopefully) two days.