Look at my adorable scrawny little girl arms. This is 1972-ish in Hawaii.
Well, I’m still not focused or productive. I’m going to have to figure out a different approach.
Also, super busy day. I had a new project before I even put my purse down and poured my first cup of tea.
I still haven’t organized the Seattle stuff. Big surprise. If you can’t stand the suspense you can read my sweetheart’s take on the Bob Mould show and his thoughts on the Robert Crumb exhibit at the Frye Museum.
The new season of Battlestar Galactica starts this weekend and Sci Fi Channel ran some pre-show cylon-nerd-porn last weekend that I’ve been catching up on. One is a show history. If you’ve never seen the show, you’re really lucky because you still have that to look forward to. Don’t start in the middle. Go back and start with the mini-series from 03 and then work your way through the seasons. Even if you think space shows are stupid I think there’s a 99% possibility you will love this show.
The second pre-show was this complete waste of time nerd group hug of all these unlikely people like Brad Paisley, Scott Ian and Oz talking about how much they love the show. When Joss-is-my-master-now-Whedon appeared on screen my toes curled in geekish delight. I sat there thinking how there was no reason to continue watching, yet I couldn’t turn it off.