i'm tv's little whore

[chronovore]

...or "Naw, I'm Just Jossing You"

I caved and ordered the season three box set for Buffy Season 4 - it was only ¥5400 at Amazon.co.jp (including shipping, which triggers at ¥1500 purchases here!), and my dishwashing evenings were lacking something to look forward to, other than a load of clean dishes at the far end of that labor.

Last night though I watched the "Our Dear Mrs. Reynolds" episode of Firefly. I remain convinced that the series would have eclipsed BtVS if it had been given a 2nd season. There are so many lines and pauses and looks and otherwise insanely great moments in that story. I found myself laughing out loud at the show, which only happens rarely with BtVS.

In a similar vein, I finished Season 1 of Veronica Mars on the train ride home last night - it doesn't finish particularly strongly, but it's a damned good show. It's Twin Peaks -meets- Beverly Hills 90210; or at least I think so, having never seen more than 5 minutes of 90210. I liked Veronica Mars - not sure if I'm going to cough up the ¥7743 for it; that's a bit rich for me, considering Kristen Bell doesn't even get her kit off.
...
*checks ep guide for the first time*
Oh. Oh, crap. I only watched 13 episodes.. no wonder I thought it was a weak finale. It wasn't a finale. Hooo.

In other news, I can't FIND SHIT lately. I'm commonly unable to see things that are right in front of my nose, but if I'm looking on behalf of someone else, I find things immediately. The wife says, "Have you seen the back of my earring?" I run my hand through the carpet near where I'm already sitting, and PRESTO! "Is this it?" The daughter says, "Where's my DS?" I say, "It's upstairs, behind the bookshelf, underneath that English book." And it is. I remember where things are, or I stumble upon them with stoopid-crazy luck. But last night we had a mosquito in the room, and I couldn't find that thing - we got bit several times, and spent more than an hour looking for the damned thing. Then I wanted my anti-bugbite-itch roll-on; and it wasn't around (I forgot that I'd accidentally taken it to work, where I now have TWO of them), and even when looking for a key that my daughter had misplaced only moments prior, we all looked and looked, wasting about an hour of the precious, scarce, post-dinner why-the-heck-aren't-you-in-bed time that is so treasured by parents. I'm only able to locate two of the 8 or so rechargeable batteries I've been stockpiling, and those two are in my Xbox wireless controller, removable only under penalty of Very Harsh, Eyebrow-Slanted Stares from Daddy. Maybe it's less that I can't find stuff - maybe it's just that "Someone Keeps Moving My Chair."

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[chronovore.livejournal.com]

Jeebus, you ain't kidding. I use that stuff for sore muscles, and anyone within 2 meters gets all WAVE OF MENTHOL-y.