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Why is it SO DIFFICULT to post after you've been quiet a lot? I think the text box gets rusty. The pretend kind of rust that affects pixels and gives you digital tetanus.

My cat is being clingy. R. Kelly here got trapped in my brother's closet for a couple of hours today. He's making up for lost attention and insists upon being in my room... so he can stand by the door and want right back out and then demand to be let back in. Rinse and repeat ad freaking nauseum and I am about to make a lovely hat out of him. It will be furry and warm.

ION, I am now done poking about in dead pigeons. \o/ The life of the average bio major involves about 100% more slitting open of preserved corpses than those in other disciplines, I've found. Except for maybe the math people. I have my doubts about them. *eyes suspiciously*

The lack of bird corpses in my life makes it EVEN EASIER to predict what I am doing at any given moment: now it's down to "sleeping" and "watching Farscape." Entire first season in three or four days. \o?

Oh my dear lord, you guys. It's eating those few precious remaining brain cells. I have, at various times, wanted to hit each and every one of these characters, and I LOVE THEM. CLAUDIA BLACK. OH MY GOD. John Crichton, who's so not my type (I prefer my guys to, um, look a little more like girls than Ben Browder does? But damn those are good arms to have) but who is so awesome that he has BECOME my type. He tapes up broken robots, guys! There is no universe in which that is not adorable! And hey there, thing for blue alien chicks I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I HAD, I am not entirely certain you're okay. *goes to start second season*


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