I never really played around in Google Earth before, because it made my computer run crazy slow. But now I have it on my Mac (love!), and I found my car parked next to my apartment... and then found it parked in my mom's driveway.

My car exists in two places at once! Suck that, physics!

(Obviously the pictures for the different spots were taken on different days, but whatever. How often to I get to tell physics to suck it?)

Alright, I'm excited.

I have plenty of flailing I could do, I'm not looking forward to Jack's return, I want Ace to have a one-off like Sarah did last series, and I really wish the Doctor would stop macking on his companions, but I still can't wait 'til Saturday.

Freema Agyeman is a Trekkie, a McCoy era Who-watcher, and can't wait to do conventions. This makes me like her so very much. She's no Billie My-Future-Wife Piper (who wasn't into sci-fi at all, so sad!), but at least she's a bit of a sci-fi geek.

And the Doctor wears red socks, so I had to make an icon commemorating the joy.

If anyone needs me I'll be the dork in the corner wearing this:

So I'm watching Vampyros Lesbos (what?) which, I think, is like Dracula with a Countess instead of a Count. On acid. Not the Countess, but the movie. For real, acid. It was released in 1971, made by a combination of French, German, and Spanish filmmakers, and shot in Istanbul. ON ACID.

The woman who played the Count played Lucy in the Christopher Lee Count Dracula, which is an interesting tidbit.

It's very much a late-60sish acid trip of a movie with random shots of insects being trapped (the symbolism!), scorpions crawling across the ground (the symbolism!), anvil-like symbolism, neon red blood, weird camera angles, slow movement, and oddly placed music.

The chemistry between the leads is really tense and sexy, until the Countess opens her mouth. In the version I'm watching (released On Demand by Sundance), the dubbing of the Countess sounds like a German Lunch Lady Doris. There is nothing less sexy than Lunch Lady Doris, except maybe Lunch Lady Doris speaking in German.



I rest my case.

You know it's a good night when your dreams include: 1) saving two Doctors from imminent drowning (they were on old sailing ships for some reason, sailing around an island and the tenth Doctor had gotten him and the ninth into a bit of a pickle) 2) you have to make out with Billie Piper to save her (and sing one of her songs, "Walk of Life," which is how I knew it was Billie Piper and not Rose, weird) and 3) you get to be Robin Hood to her Marian. Literally.

Thank you, subconcious. Thank you.

Oh, and let's pretend like I don't know all the words to several Billie Piper songs, shall we?

I probably shouldn't order Billie Piper's autobiography from amazon.co.uk, right? It'd be $35 for the book and shipping. That's an expensive book. But you know they're never going to release it in the States. Stupid States not appreciating Billie Piper properly. If I just lived in England, I wouldn't have this sort of problem.

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THAT LEA THOMPSON IS ON CELEBRITY DUETS? WHY?

Okay. Okay, I'm calm. I mean, I knew she did her own singing in Howard the Duck, but. Yeah. The joy.


Howard the Duck: Making Bestiality Cool

Oh, damn. It's over isn't it? Only the finale left. Oh, and that's tonight. Well, I hope Lucy Lawless wins. I'm going to go search YouTube for some videos of Lea Thompson singing.

Is there a greater place on Earth? Is there? Okay, maybe Disney World. But that's it. Man. I must've said "I wish I knew I was staying some place longterm so I could buy lots of heavy things and replace my old cheap furniture" or "I wish I had the money for this" about five hundred times.

I bought a new computer desk and a new night table for $120! $120!! Both are light, and of course that means they don't match my bureau at all, but whatever. I get to rearrange my room! Yay! I've only been here two months, but hey. Rearranging is fun!

Of course my arms are still wobbly from moving the 900 heavy boxes in and out. But it's cool. We survived. And I had swedish meatballs for dinner with lingonberry sauce! And lingonberry juice! LINGONBERRIES!!

I am the biggest dork alive.

( The stuff I got. )

I hope they leave it as Xena. That'd be awesome.

I linked to that particular editorial because it's so delightfully and snarkily British. No, really:

So if the Americans are allowed to name planets after TV stars, perhaps we should revert to calling Uranus by its proper, British name. The gas giant, which in contrast enjoys a balmy climate of up to minus 214C, was originally called George's Star in honour of the third king of that name, having been spotted by naturalised Briton William Herschel in 1781. Like Bombay and Calcutta, the planet's name was de-Anglicised, though the end result was merely two centuries of classroom sniggering.

Hahaha. That's not even the best part.

Ah, astronomy. I always knew you could be fun!

Okay. I was trolling about the internets last night and I struck gold. GOLD.

Lookit:
From The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances:


From some 1992 TV movie:


Oh man. The joy.

Dear gossip magazines. I heart you:

Doctor Who star Billie Piper is rather partial to the ladies. She told New Woman magazine: "Yeah, I fancy women big time... I check them out more than I check men out. "Maybe I would want to sleep with a woman... Not Beyonce, although I like the look of her, I don't think she's that dirty." - May 3, 2006.

Beyonce doesn't seem dirty enough to sleep with a woman? I mean, I can't decide if I'm offended or just giggly picturing Billie Piper say that. Anyway, technically the source is "Ireland's longest running gay magazine," but it seems pretty gossip-y to me. Ah well. Supposedly Billie Piper's dating a law student now. Hee. Ahem.

My favorite is this one, though:

Doctor Who star Billie Piper wants a promotion: she wants to hand in her sidekick boots and play the Doctor herself.

Billie is even reportedly willing to give up her role as Rose now so that she can return as the first female Time Lord someday.

“In the next few years, I’d love to play a female version of Doctor Who,” Billie has said. “I know exactly how I would play her – she would be crafty in a clever kind of way.”

Billie might get her way too - writer Russell T Davies has told the Daily Star: “I’d do it without blinking. Why not?” - May 10, 2006

I think that'd be cool. The 11th or 12th could be a woman. Why not? I mean, I'm sure there's nine hundred canon reasons why Gallifreyans only regenerate in one gender, but if anyone can write themselves around that, it'd be Russell T. Davies. Then again... "crafty in a clever kind of way?" Oookay.

There's so many things I ought to be doing that aren't this...

Last night I accidentally went to the Red Sox game. One of the bonuses to living in Boston is being able to randomly do that. And, as Kelly says, I'm a sucker for the pout. But there's an 88% chance I got a date to the wedding I'm going to in May. So to the Red Sox game I went. It wasn't that great of a game until the 9th. And I drank altogether too much for a Thursday (in fact, I basically was drinking from 3pm to 11pm with a small break from 3:30 to 5 to work), which wasn't enough to give me a throbbing hangover but was enough to make me completely dehydrated and exhausted all day today. Not good.

Tonight, as soon as rush hour passes and I pack, I'm going to my mom's house and passing out on the couch with my Netflix movies. And maybe something On Demand, if I go through those quick. In other words: dead to the world. Huzzah.

Tomorrow's seder at my dad's, and then back Sunday night. Marathon Monday this week, woot (morning baseball!).

If I'm not around, have a pleasant weekend.

Things I need to stop doing:

Skipping class. Staying up 'til 3 am. Obsessing.

In related news, I'm skipping my Trusts and Estates class. But, really, it's so pointless. Mondays she goes over the assignments that were due last week, and the other days she just goes straight out of the book. Which I am capable of reading. And therefore don't need to rehear from her. So.

And I'm skipping it for no good reason (other than that no one is there), and deciding whether to hang around in the commons, hoping to see 1L. (This is point three. See how it all ties together?) There's also a mini-get together later, so I may stick around for that. But let's be honest, I'd rather go home and mope.

Some Queer Caucus 1Ls invited me to "game night" tomorrow, and I bet it's going to be all 1Ls. And me. Which is cool, since most of them are around my age anyway, but also intimidating. You know how I get in social situations. You do, admit it.

I should probably go, though, because I actually think the 1Ls I've met from QC are pretty cool, in general. And it'd be nice to get to know them. I'm having drinks and maybe food with a friend at 6, so I could swing by after. It's possible.

That's all.

Eh. I think I'll go home.

Today was, quite possibly, the longest day ever. I have no idea why. But every class (all three today) seemed to take extra long. And I was resolved to go home after lunch, but forgot I had EU. Then Alexis saw me, and I felt as if I ought to go to class. Then I was resolved to go home after EU, but bumped into Kelly and she convinced me to go to Trusts and Estates.

I'm pretty sure Trusts and Estates lasted for ten hours. I left in the middle, to go to the Commons (our common area, so creatively named), and it was closed for an event. I couldn't even check my email! I couldn't even "accidentally" bump into 1L! WTF! (I did bump into her at the T station later, but Alexis was there and I didn't want to be rude and go over to the other side of the tracks, thus cutting off the conversation she and I were having. I should have, though. Alexis would've understood, and just talked to be again once the T came. Bah! Hindsight is not only 20/20, but also gives me courage I don't really have.)

Dejected, I returned to class. I'm installing Grand Theft Auto tomorrow. That's just that.

Plus it was slushy and gross. The snow this morning was nice, but the slushy gross EW wasn't.

I had a Trader Joe's stir fry for dinner that was absolutely fantabulous. I love that place. I got enough groceries for at least three weeks for only $60. Except milk. I'll have to buy more of that. But still. Now I think I shall have some thin mint ice cream.

Hey, thanks to everyone for the supportive... um... support.

For those that were curious, the "I Carried a Watermelon Syndrome" (or ICWS) is related to the "Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner Syndrome" (NPBCS), though there are certain key differences between the two.

ICWS is, as follows:

Baby (our heroine) has managed to sneak into The Shack of Forbidden Dancing against the wish of just about everyone. Johnny Castle (our hero) takes a swig of beer, eyes her, and wonders what the hell she's doing in The Shack of Forbidden Dancing.

Overcome by extreme shyness, intimidation, fear, lust, and the innate need to impress the hot person you have a crush on, Baby replies: "I carried a watermelon."

But wait! The Syndrome doesn't get its name from that statement alone. Nay, it's when Johnny walks away and Baby rolls her eyes and says to herself: "I carried a watermelon?"

And there we have it. ICWS: not just the idiotic things you say or do, but also the total feeling of exhasperation that comes afterwards.
I'm a chronic ICWS sufferer. I've had a flare up recently. I'm trying to keep the symptoms under control, but every day's a struggle.

So I saw Rachael Ray today. WHY AM I AN IDIOT THAT DIDN'T BRING MY CAMERA?????? WHY?????

Apparently you had to be there at 6 am to get the wristbands to get her to sign her book and take a picture with you and meet you. I showed up at 10. The signing started at 12. But I saw her from a distance and stared at her like a stalker while she interacted oh-so-cutely with everyone going by her.

Oh my God, I love that woman. The only way she could be any more perfect would be if she had a British, Scottish, Welsh, or Irish accent. And was not married. And was gay or bisexual. That's all.

(I'm aware that many people don't like her constant perkiness or the fact that she always seems to be "on." That's fine. But thou shalt not diss Rachael in this thread. Diss in others.)