Episode Four, so so good.

Hopefully.

But yes, new episode posted, so if you're into that kind of thing, go check it out.

As mentioned earlier (and I've made SO many updates you can't just look down a little bit and see it, but humour me, I've had a day), I won't be making any further Blog entries about new eps. But still, there'll be an update every Tuesday at 8pm EST, and I WILL continue to make a new thread for it on the 'Pack, so my efforts can continue to be validated on some pathetic level.

Ominous Soup

Okay, so I'm kinda tired, but desperate to finish up this breakdown we wrote out on the white board for Ep14. So I'm sitting here, typing away, when I start to nod off.

You know how sometimes, right as you fall asleep, you instantly start to dream? Well that was me just a minute ago. I woke up before even a minute could pass, I think, but the thing was, I had continued to type even after I fell asleep.

I looked at the document, and found this message to myself:

"ominnous soup gave you as spool?"

Complete with spacing and punctuation.

My mind scares me sometimes, it really really does.

Be all that you can be ... on the go!

I think I may have now seen it all. A banner ad on a website I just visited has a big ol' logo on it, says "Enter now to win a free iPod!" Ooo, iPod ... my brain said, despite having one already. Then my eyes glanced to the left-hand side of the ad and beheld who was having this give-away.

The US Army.

Yup. Join the Army, get a free iPod. Only in America can the military be so readily combined with capitalism.

But what I REALLY want to know is, is it engraved? And if so, do we dare speculate with what?

Still marching on ...

New episode. After about the first month, no more announcments here on Daily, though I probably will still make them on the Pack. Until then, go, read, and enjoy.

Back to it. To paraphrase Andrew, "This episode 5 is kicking my ass!"

A place of our own.

Since reading and responding to what could quite possibly become (hope hope) detailed discussions about stuff with The Chosen, I've created a new forum for it on The Wolfpack. Come join in. Don't leave me there talking to myself, that's so very sad.

Episode 2: The Goodness Strikes Back

Yum!

Since you asked so nice ...

What of Flatscan? No more fooling myself, at the moment it's way the hell down on my list of priorities. Honestly, the whole X-Men: Reloaded thing ... I dunno. I haven't checked it out yet, I admit, but I'm sort of pre-soured on it. Marvel's irritating me. As did the cancellation of X-Treme, which I admit was buoyed somewhat by Claremont getting Uncanny back, but then Austen's still around and ...

Anyway, bottom line, Flatscan's gonna remain dead for a while. The Chosen is eating up pretty much every second of 'do something' free time I have right now. I doubt very much it'll stay dead ... Hell, it's about the X-Men, it's pretty much a requirement that it come back to life at some point. But for now, don't expect updates. Sorry guys. Until I can find a way to clone myself ......

The Further Benefits of Laptopdom

Yesterday afternoon, the stuffiness began to drive me out of the computer room, so I retreated to the coolness of downstairs, laptop in hand. Wonderful thing, portablility. The refuge from heat aside, another advantage to writing down here presented itself in the form of much bird watching.

We've had the bird feeder up outside for I think about two years now. For many months, not a nibble, then one day they decided to take a chance, and now I think we're like an off-ramp McDonalds for these hungry-gutted little creatures. Who, by the way, obviously never learned a bit about table manners.

Anyway, it's a hot spot, and usually when I'm upstairs, I can hear them eating away (or, rather, throwing seed all over the damned place), but don't really get to look at them. Yesterday, however, as I sat on the couch, I was able to admire the many visitors to our seedy little eatery.

Many of the visitors I've seen before. There's this one red-winged blackbird in particular who I'm convinced is the same guy who hung around all last year too. Oh, and look, as I type this, there he is again. I'm used to his CONTINUAL happy chirping.

But yesterday, I spotted a bird I'd never seen before. Two of them, actually, but one (the female, I'm guessing) looked pretty much like your standard brownish bird. She was with another, though, which I think was probably the male-type of her species. I watched them for a while, but was in a bit of a writing zone so I didn't pay a whole lot of attention. Then this morning (when I am currently zoneless), I saw them again, and decided to try and figure out what they are. Unfortunately they flew away before I got far enough in my search to find anything they even closely resembled, but I think they're house finches. Which is cool, because I don't think I've ever seen a finch outside of PetSmart. They're much better out there eating my seed.

Hooray for bird feeders.

Listening To:Someone, somewhere, mowing the lawn. Oh, and the blackbird chirping.

Looking Forward To:Finishing up some writing today.

Back to the grind

Now my homework for the week has been completed, I have the entire rest of the day (after a shower, that is) to devote to finishing up Episode 4. All done while standing around outside Leviathan's Gate and hoping that prospective customers will buy my eggs.

(If you don't know, don't ask.)

Premier time!

Mmm, new episode. It's flaky and delicious. You know you want some. MmmmmMMMmMmMmm.

Adventures in Framing

For Christmas last year, one of things Mike got for me was a limited edition Willow and Tara print that I must say is pretty sweet. Because I'm such a procrastinator, however, I only today got around to heading to Michaels for a frame. Of course after I got there I decided that a standard ol' frame simply wouldn't do, and thus began our tale of misery and woe.

Okay, not quite. More "boredom and standing around" with a few "really funny moments".

I decided to get customized framing. There were two people in front of us and only one lady behind the counter. The first person in line finished up quickly, leaving just us and another woman. I figured "Hey, how long can one person take to get something framed?" Particularly since it seemed like this woman knew exactly what she wanted. I'm so foolish.

Something like 45 minutes later (and I really don't think I'm exaggerating there, although I didn't time it ... I should have), we were still waiting. The woman was nice and apologetic, and we were in fairly jovial moods, so we took it all in stride. (Which is impressive given that I'm still holding on to the blahs today, but whatever. I don't get me sometimes.) We'd considered leaving and coming back later at one point, but by then we'd already waited like 20 minutes and it was one of those "how much longer can it be?" situations. Then by the time you realize "Oh, a LOT longer", the stubborness has kicked in and you're committed to seeing it through to the end.

Don't worry, here comes the amusing.

We were talking at one point, I forget what about exactly, and then suddenly the woman was over Mike's shoulder, all the hell up in his personal space. She was peering at the print, and she exclaims, "How lovely! Is that you two?"

I about busted a gut. It's funnier if you could see the print in question, but I mean, there's really no way you're mistaking me and Mike for Willow and Tara. But at least they both match my gender and are way prettier than me, so my offended meter came in fairly low. Mike on the other hand ... Heh.

Finally the women left and we were able to start putting in our order. We handed the print over to the woman behind the counter, thus igniting amusement #2 as she started practically cooing at it.

"Oh! Oh! Willow and Tara! Oh god! I love them! This is so cool!"

Then came the question and answer session.

Her: "Have you seen the episode where--"
Me & Mike: "Yes."
Her: "--they're doing that spell and Tara hides the powder under her bed?"
Me & Mike: "Yes."
Her: "What was up with that?"

This led to trying to compress the whole "she thinks she's a demon thing" into ten words or less, which is quite the exercise on conciseness.

She then proceeded to say that she knew of Tara's fate, but hadn't seen the episode in question, which prompted her to flip-flop back and forth about 20 times between wanting us to tell her exactly how it happened and wanting to wait until she saw the DVDs.

You know, I've yet to have a fandom-type thing framed that hasn't incited some amount of fervor from the framer in question, no matter how obscure it is. Is there a social trend out there I'm unaware of?

Listening To:Cars. The wind. Me yawning.

Looking Forward To:These blahs to go away so I can write again and not think every word sucks ass.