There's something about being home alone that makes me feel obligated to act like an adult, so today I went grocery shopping and bought actual food (produce, even!) and took the trash out and now I'm doing laundry. I made oatmeal cookies, too, because I've realized that I'm totally spoiled by the little flavored packets of oatmeal and will never eat the regular kind out of the canister again, even if it is cheaper. The cookies came out well done and even more well done, because we have no timing devices in the kitchen, but not actually burnt, at least. Unfortunately, now that they're actually cooked, I've eaten so much cookie dough that I don't want them anymore, and I have no roommates to foist them off on. I knew there was going to be some sort of snag in the plan...

One of the other responsible adult things I had to do was watch a couple of episodes of MFU, because the lending library tapes are due back soon, and I have to send them out ( see? very responsible! )

And now I've become a bit distracted - and thoroughly entertained - by the mental image of Napoleon Solo and Benton Fraser trying to play one another. Good lord, the charm, the politeness, the twinkling of eyes, the little smiles...

Also, is it just me, or is it really disturbingly easy to hear Napoleon saying "Yes, I've been a very naughty boy." ...? Because if he doesn't stop saying that in the back of my head, sooner or later Illya is going to have to Take Steps. Not, I suppose, that that would be a bad thing.

My guys heard me! They showed up for this game, they played hockey like they can play it, and they beat the Preds 4-1, so ha!

In other squee-inducing news, I rewatched some of "Death Ride" and finally caught the "me and thee" line (it helps to not have a seriously tipsy Iulia watching alongside), and then we watched "A Coffin for Starsky" and OMG only dogs can hear me now.

If this were a cowboy movie, I'd give you my boots... You're my pal, Hutch. And then he puts out his hand, and Hutch takes it, and all the time Starsky is playing with this blue plush toy that looks like a poodle or something, and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! The sweating! The embraces! The soothing murmurs and rambling about bad soup! The total absence of manly weeping and "soapy scenes"! Hutch's long last look before he goes out and gets the goddamn job done!

Man, I can go to bed happy now. All my boys are in good places.

Boss is back from vacation and talking to me, again, the way she does, and I'm trying - and so far failing - to send iuliamentis's mom an email assuring her that daveamongus is not one of the X number of Marines mentioned in this morning's headlines, but who wants to think about any of that?

This weekend, while cut off from my own computer (and watching a lot of TV to keep myself distracted) I wrote a tiny little snippet of Starsky & Hutch for iuliamentis, who agreed to share.

( Everybody needs a little change. )

My computer - Mark Pierre - has died. Again. Stupid fucking Compaq laptop with a stupid fucking wonky power source. The last repair held for about six months, but I have a sneaking suspicion that there's only so much soldering they can do on those parts. I know that last time I got it repaired, I decided that the next time it happened, I was just going to have to buy a new computer. Unfortunately, my mp3s and the latest scene of the hockey AU and probably lots of other random bits of data are trapped on Mark Pierre's hard drive, so I suspect that I'm going to have to get the computer repaired anyway (which I think is going to mean taking a sick day Monday, or at least a few hours), and then, given my state of brokeness, I know I'll be tempted to just see how much longer I can make Mark Pierre last, although, really, what with the once- or twice-daily crashes and this, Mark Pierre's reliability is not exactly stellar. So. New-computer-buying time.

But since my computer always manages to die on a Friday evening, and since Dell doesn't ship *that* fast, no matter what I do I'm going to be without my own computer for a few days (though, obviously, since I'm posting this, there are alternatives available right here in my apartment).

All of which is to say, hey, #discourse peeps, I may not be around much this weekend. LJ peeps, likewise - not that I've been a towering presence or anything - and, dammit, I may have to start writing longhand or something if I want to keep up what momentum I have on the hockey AU.

Anyway. I'm going to go eat something now, and then stare at Starsky & Hutch until the tight jeans and cute shoes make me feel better.

I need to make about three different posts, but I suspect I won't actually remember to do the others if I just do one of them now (witness yesterday's total absence of con reportage) so, despite wildly varying themes, I'm going to try it with cut tags.

First thing I need to say, of course, is ( RIP, Maisie the Hamster. )

And then... I suppose there's not really enough content here to warrant a cut tag, but playoff hockey starts tonight at 7 Eastern with the first game between the Red Wings and Nashville. I'm really pleased Nashville made the playoffs - it's their first time doing so, ever, since the team was created six years ago, plus they have Jordin Tootoo, the first ever Inuit to play pro hockey. I wish we weren't playing them in the first round, because I'd've like to be able to cheer them on a little further, but as it is, they must be crushed. Sorry, guys.

::knock wood::

So. Condolences to lynnmonster and imkalena and heuradys and anybody else whose team didn't make it this far, and wary congratulations to fans of our honored opponents and potential opponents. Go Wings! And also: Go Blues, Flames, Stars, Islanders, Bruins, and Fliers! Toronto and Ottawa, you give me a headache, so may the best Ontarians win.

And also, ( I had kind of a busy weekend )

And, buggrit, now I have to go to work.

But! I have spent an inordinate amount of time since getting home talking about Illya and Napoleon, and last night, despairing of being able to watch UNCLE, I went out and bought Starsky & Hutch on DVD and - as mentioned - have now watched a few wildly entertaining episodes, so. Consider me pimped, yo.

Also?

GO WINGS!