Tuesday, July 22, 2008

I think you have a problem with your brain being missing

Well, actually, the fair went really really poorly. But I don't really want to talk about that right now. I would rather talk about the fact that I cleaned my room yesterday. Top to bottom (well, mostly). All the clutter got taken care of, I moved the big orange chair into the backyard, moved my TV so I don't have to kill myself to watch it, washed my window sills, changed my sheets, made my bed, moved a couple of my chests around, put away all my shoes and bags and hung up all my clean clothing. And vacuumed. The plans looks beautiful. I still haven't put the doors on my closet, but soon, soon I will. And once I do that the room will look even better.

Plus I've been watching Firefly. Good times are had.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

The Two Ends of the Spectrum

Davin's been bugging me for a while about watching Dexter - the serial killer who works for the cops show. I haven't bothered, mostly because I'm lazy, partly because it sounds kind of gross. Finally though, just a few days ago, I caved in and watched the first episode.

Within two nights I'd watched four. It's so good. Yes, a little gross, but it's stylized enough that I can watch it without making me feel too squeamish. And I love Micheal C. Hall. A lot. He plays the gay brother in Six Feet Under (bizarrely the two shows he's famous for are both about dead people. Type cast?)

Now I haven't watched it for a few days and I'm itching to start watching it again.

And Roxana has been harassing me to watch Arrested Development ever since she was in Paris and watched all of season three. Matthew and Jocelyn have told me several times that I would really like it and I should watch it, but I haven't because the little bits and pieces I've watched I haven't really liked that much. They were amusing but made me uncomfortable in a bad way.

But finally I started watching it, a couple of nights ago. And yes indeed, it is really amusing. Jason Bateman has the best expressions and Michael Cera is so adorably awkward and sort of sad. I'm enjoying it, I must admit.

My dad is finally, finally, FINALLY reading the 7th Harry Potter book. Our TV has been broken for a while so instead of watching soccer at night (thankfully the TV held out until after the European Championship and English Premier League finished) my father has been reading the Harry Potter books. So he's finally caught up and managed to make it to the seventh book. He's just got past the wedding I think.

I'm off to the Orange County Fair. Hope it goes well!


Sunday, April 27, 2008

Baby Bird

Yesterday my dad called me out to the back yard because there was an adorable baby bird hopping around in the back yard. We sat there for AGES looking at it, talking about it, wondering where it's parents were, thinking about giving it some seeds and water. Then it hopped under our fire pit and started talking to two big birds of the same kind, one of which had food in it's beak. And suddenly the dog gets up and trots over and I'm on my feet running after her, yelling at her, and then she's got the bird in her mouth and I couldn't do anything about it, I just burst into tears and my dog got the bird out of her mouth and was holding it and I was crying and crying. And my dad's all like, "No, the bird is alive, it's okay, it's alive," but it looked just completely dead in his hands. And finally his shoulders sagged and he set the bird down in the planter. And I could not stop crying. And there was another baby bird, so my dad put it on the other side of the fence so the damn dog wouldn't get it.

I coudn't stop thinking about it all night. It was horrific. It would have been depressing enough to see my dog kill this tiny baby bird, but after we had sat there for such a long time looking at it and talking about it...it was too much.

This morning apparently my dad went out to where he had left it in the planter...and the bird was gone. And he said yesterday it's heart was still beating. And the parents were around this morning. So now I have hope that the poor little thing survived - a little beat up, a little scared maybe, but alive and well fed and near it's parents.

Please, don't burst my bubble and say something about a cat getting it (though I don't think that probably happened, because the only cat we have is 50/50 and he never comes that far onto our lawn and also my dad said there were no feathers sitting around or anything).

This cheered me up considerably.

And I think I'm going to be a cocker spaniel for our project. But I think I'll go try it out before I do my sketch.

Cross posting this to my LJ, because for some reason I'm using both. I'm just seeing if I like blogger or not. So far it has no benefits over Live Journal...


Wednesday, April 23, 2008

First Blog

I'm not sure why I got a new blog. I already have a livejournal, which should be just the same as this. But I've been looking at Hazel's for the last couple of days and felt the urge to get one all for myself. Goodness knows if I'll ever update it.

Well, let's post it up and see how it looks shall we?