November 01, 2003 :: 1:43 a.m.
episode #1,054, in which it is November and I am stunned
Argh - tired. Also, annoyed that I only have 4% of my image hosting space left, and a zillion pictures of knitted things to upload. I was planning to do that tonight, but as it stands I'd have to go through a lot of stuff and delete things and I just don't have the energy at the moment. So alas, pictures will have to wait.
I ate way too much Halloween junk tonight. It was awful. I feel like I'm going to puke and then explode. Possibly the other way around. Either way, it's bad. I feel like such a gluttonous slob. Blech. Damn Joe and his Halloween treats! Those were some damn tasty cookies, though. Mmmm.
I have to draw a self-portrait tomorrow for Drawing on Monday. I would rather not, of course, but I don't really get a choice in the matter. I work all day Sunday, so tomorrow is my only option. Boo. I'd much rather spend my Saturday hanging out with Adam or going to see the play that Carla is in or even just working on my Creative Writing stuff, which is WAY more engrossing than another stupid self-portrait. But no, no... I will draw, and it will suck, and I will be further discouraged from ever picking up an artistic implement of any kind ever again. Such fun.
Speaking of fun, I apparently didn't have Anthro today. I was bad and skipped it on Wednesday, but I went this afternoon... and no one was there. This is very strange because we are not, as a class, tardy. There are always at least three or four people waiting outside in the hallway at ten of two, but today I was all alone. I waited until two, and then went home. It was very strange.
I watched the premier episode of Tru Calling tonight; it was aired on Thursday night, but Adam had to tape it for me since I was in class. It was... interesting, sort of. The writing was fairly atrocious, even for a pilot. Eliza was, of course, gorgeous as ever, but her sister has to go. She looks all buggy (as in bug-like, not "rubber baby buggy bumpers") and is totally devoid of sympathy-inspiring qualities. I liked her brother (kinda reminded me of Doyle from Angel Season One), I liked Davis the Morgue Boss Man, and I think that the premise of the show is appealing enough. But man, the writing just... urgh. The dialogue was clunky and sometimes just plain stupid, and there was WAY too much exposition. Yes, I do realize that there has to be exposition, especially in the pilot episode. But damn, people, I don't need to be told 14 times that she's a track star, or that it's sad to "lose people before their time." I'm not a complete moron - once is enough. And all those jittery montages? Are you trying to give me seizures? Because if so, then two enthusiastic thumbs up. But if you really aren't intending to send me into epileptic fits, you may want to rethink those. They could work in moderation, but it sort of felt like they took up half the episode.
And yet, despite all my bitching... I will watch again. Combine my deep girl crush on Eliza Dushku with my loyalty to those who have been a part of the Buffyverse and, well, there you have it. I'll be watching 'til it gets cancelled, which is almost certainly will. And then I'll start rooting for a Faith spin-off again, because that would just make my several days.
Okay, you know what? I really want to go to bed. Strange but true. I am thisclose to passing out right here at the keyboard, and my typing ability has gone right out the window - a sure sign that I'm out of it. So off I go, to brush my teeth and wash my face and snuggle up into bed 'til the morn, when I must rise and immediately hunker down with a mirror and lots of charcoal for far too many hours. Pictures of knitted things tomorrow, hopefully. Ciao.
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