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Up late with the gathered family (except for a very asleep sundart) watching Samurai Jack (rerun! betrayal! although the rerun episode does contain the cutest moment in the entire series) and then my watching of .hack/sign was preempted by primitive_boy et al coming home with movies, which I didn't mind because quite frankly I'd rather start that series from the beginning anyway. And since I see that darkling_dreams has managed to get her hot little hands on the DVDs, I needn't worry about renting them, hee hee hee. Darling, we should make a date. ;)

Watched the first Charlie's Angels movie. Every so often the world needs brainfluff, and that movie is a good looking example. I love Lucy Liu and Drew Barrymore, though I find Cameron Diaz a little frightening. beatgoddess pointed out something amusing though - how exactly are they going to explain that Bosley is suddenly black (is that like suddenly salad?) in the second movie? I was thinking that the Bernie Mac Bosley is some sort of weird distant cousin of the Bill Murray Bosley? Or maybe they won't bother explaining it, which would be funny too. Whatever. :)

However in the wake of the movie, far too much Coke, and a few too many naps this afternoon, I am awake and antsy with not too much of an outlet for my jitteriness. I'm not really in the mood for what the rest of the family is watching, and I don't want to go to bed, and yet I can't find a main component of the project I do feel like working on, which is to get the journal entries I've scribbled in here so far and a couple of IM conversations pasted, with commentary, into my old paper journal so I can at least have that journal done with instead of having it lurking unfinished in my psyche. Unfortunately, I can't find the journal, and I don't really want to wake up my Lady with a frantic flashlight search. Feh. Which leaves me more or less at loose ends, but I'm sure I'll find something to do before I finally get sleepy. . . here's hoping.

Gawd, my LJ friends list has been dead for about a week - only about a quarter of the people on my friends list have been posting much lately. Give me something to read people! I miss y'all!

bored bored boring bored bored bored

Hmm. I don't think the subject adequately describes my feelings. ;)

Nah, seriously, I'm not so much bored as apathetic. There are many things I want to do - work on stories, web sites (I've taken on another web project, by the way, more on that later), my paper journal - but I just didn't have any motivation today. Perhaps tomorrow will be better.

I did get a couple of little things done - I finally sanded down the two doors in our apartment that were sticking horribly. One now closes and opens without pulling out the doorjamb, and the other, while not at the point where you can open or close it without the assistance of a well placed butt shove, now requires a much less severe one and virtually none of the cursing involved previously. I like Austin's power sander. Makes me want to take up furniture restoration . . . or something.

I also began reformatting my earlier LiveJournal entries so that they will fit into the last quarter of my actual journal. Took a little bit of doing as both the export methods suck rocks, and in order to keep most of the original look and feel of the entries, I wound up going to Calendar view and copying and pasting into word - somehow the kitty cat mood thingies just aren't as cute when they're not bouncing around. Will probably print them out, have them cut to size, then past them in, and then Andee's Journal Volume 5 will be done. Whoo!

Late late late last night (around 4 am) I discovered a British miniseries running on BBCAmerica that was intensely interesting - it was called Tipping the Velvet and was the life of this Victorian chick who discovers she's a lesbian, and her adventures in the 1900s equivelant of drag balls. It was funny and surprisingly explicit for being a TV miniseries (I wonder whether they had to cut it for American broadcast, besides the adult rating), and the lead chick, Rachael Stirling, is. Fucking. Gorgeous. She makes a cute boy too, and has this great husky voice which she soooooooo obviously got from her mother (Avengers fans will remember Diana Rigg). I'll have to remember to watch all three hours of it at some point, preferably in sequence. I also watched Independance Day for the first time in years tonight with sundart. It's still an eye-candy-licious romp of a movie, though upon this round of watching it I was vastly irritated by the whole "We're American, therefore our trucks are bigger than your penis rah rah" tone of the movie - I mean honestly, like the militaries of the rest of the world would really be sitting around with their thumbs up their asses while getting bombed by the aliens, just waiting around for the Americans to do something about it. Still, that's mostly easy to ignore, and I thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity to drool over Jeff Goldblum. Yes, he's bug eyed and funny looking, but I have a total thing for tall skinny geeks with glasses.

I wish there were a more convenient convenience store around here. I'm hurting for some Pepsi right about now. *sigh*

Tomorrow be Memorial Day, and with that, much barbecue. Mmmmm, barbecue. . . hopefully the weather will hold out for it.