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May May.
Things what I have discovered:
Netflix = teh crack. I realize everyone else knew this. I knew it myself, in an intellectual way, which is why I didn't get it until school was (almost) over, but dear god. It's kind of embarrassing how often I go and stare at my queue, not with any intention of rearranging any of the ninety-five items, but just to enjoy knowing that I will get to see all these things. Movies where things blow up! Movies where people where pretty clothes and curtsey and ride horses! Season four of Farscape!
Public libraries! Are filled with books! Okay, I already knew this one, but it had been a while since it was actually meaningful, but then I got (via INTERLIBRARY LOAN, because I know how the system works and WILL NOT BE STOPPED) Leave Myself Behind, which was recced by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
misspamela and was great fun in the specific sense of being a book written in a very authentic teenaged-boy voice. So, y'know, sometimes you want to hit the narrator with a skillet, but it's fun. Related discovery: It's not just people on LJ who write about boys falling in love.
If you watch too much West Wing all at once it does funny things to your brain! Or at least, to my brain.iuliamentis, with whom I watched the entirety of season six this weekend, informs me that it didn't make her spend an entire shower pondering Peak Oil. But in my defense, I feel that the question of "Who should Josh have sex with?" is easily answered and requires very little pondering: all of the above.
Holy crap, Farscape!iuliamentis is patiently dragging me through the series (I forget how much I love it until we're actually watching it), though with judicious skipping. I can't figure out whether season three would have been more or less or differently ZOMG if we had watched more (um. any?) Moya episodes, but. *flails*
They don't give out DCI badges in lucky bags. I still don't know what the hell a lucky bag is, but Gene is the MAN.
ETA: Today is May 30! Which means tomorrow Amazon will bring me Numb3rs on DVD! BLOOPER REEL!
Netflix = teh crack. I realize everyone else knew this. I knew it myself, in an intellectual way, which is why I didn't get it until school was (almost) over, but dear god. It's kind of embarrassing how often I go and stare at my queue, not with any intention of rearranging any of the ninety-five items, but just to enjoy knowing that I will get to see all these things. Movies where things blow up! Movies where people where pretty clothes and curtsey and ride horses! Season four of Farscape!
Public libraries! Are filled with books! Okay, I already knew this one, but it had been a while since it was actually meaningful, but then I got (via INTERLIBRARY LOAN, because I know how the system works and WILL NOT BE STOPPED) Leave Myself Behind, which was recced by
misspamela and was great fun in the specific sense of being a book written in a very authentic teenaged-boy voice. So, y'know, sometimes you want to hit the narrator with a skillet, but it's fun. Related discovery: It's not just people on LJ who write about boys falling in love. If you watch too much West Wing all at once it does funny things to your brain! Or at least, to my brain.
iuliamentis, with whom I watched the entirety of season six this weekend, informs me that it didn't make her spend an entire shower pondering Peak Oil. But in my defense, I feel that the question of "Who should Josh have sex with?" is easily answered and requires very little pondering: all of the above. Holy crap, Farscape!
iuliamentis is patiently dragging me through the series (I forget how much I love it until we're actually watching it), though with judicious skipping. I can't figure out whether season three would have been more or less or differently ZOMG if we had watched more (um. any?) Moya episodes, but. *flails*They don't give out DCI badges in lucky bags. I still don't know what the hell a lucky bag is, but Gene is the MAN.
ETA: Today is May 30! Which means tomorrow Amazon will bring me Numb3rs on DVD! BLOOPER REEL!