This Week in Jet Wolf

We begin with Last Week in Jet Wolf. Actually, just Yesterday in Jet Wolf. I was in a really shitty mood all day long, and can't figure out why. I got all my homework done nice and early. I got some good ideas to fill in a few episode gaps. I'm feeling the pressure of the new season only being about a month away, but constantly reminding myself that is indeed a whole month. But still, I couldn't get motivated to do anything at all. It was like a physical weight pushing down on me. Nothing appealed – not to do, not to eat, not anything. I suspect I may have still been catching up on missing a day's worth of sleep, but it usually doesn't affect me like that, so I'm really just blindingly guessing. It sort of sucked that this was my attitude during the weekend though, since Mike had a three-dayer.

Today feels better, though. I plan to devote the bulk of it to prosing 9x03 (which I'm really stoked about), possibly breaking down 9x04, and more likely than not playing more Civ3, which I've totally been on a kick for lately. I also suppose I should get to cleaning soon, since Amy and Scott will be here in about 7 days, and the apartment? Not so presentable. But knowing me, I'll put it off until the 6th, when I'll just clean everything like a whirling dervish of antiseptic and brillo pads.

Oo, but first (and I'm glad I remembered), I have to call to make Mike a dentist appointment (because there's no way in hell he'll do it himself) and check the XBox to see if the power cord is likely to spontaneously combust on us any time soon.

Oh gods for the tired.

I got up around 8am or so yesterday. I haven't slept since. Not because I don't want to, mind you. Not because I can't. But because I pulled a me and got sucked into something. By the time I realized it was past dawn this morning, I knew there was no point in going to bed because it would be time to take Mike to work before too long. Yes, he could've taken the bus, but I felt bad. So I stayed up. Of course, that was around 6am, and he doesn't go to work until 11am, but four hours wasn't enough for all the sleep I needed anyway.

Then there's the part where I wasn't done yet.

I finally decided to install Adobe Premier. I've only ever used Ulead for my video editing. It's not always the most robust in every category, but I never had any true complaints. Except for when making the S8 credits and being unable to go the blurry text. Now that - that was a bitch. But I could find no way to do what I wanted in Ulead, so moved on to being irked by other things.

Then yesterday afternoon, I installed Premier and decided to check it out. Without read the manual of course, what do you take me for? As you might guess, it took me no small amount of time to figure out just what was going on, but when I DID suss it ... oh-em-eff-gee. The text manipulation abilities! They're ... they're beautiful!

Thus began my quest to do the S9 credits. NOW, of course, because I have no self control. Now here it is, about 17 hours since I started. Except for bathroom breaks, I don't think I moved for ..... <laugh> So long that I can't do simple math and I just nodded off while trying to figure it out. A while. Trust me.

Anyway, not important. Important is that I FINISHED those credits, and I'm so thrilled about the text actually looking like it's supposed to. Words fail me. IT'S JUST THAT COOL.

Less cool is how I feel right now, which is very odd. I don't really sleep a lot as it is, but I do like my odd occassional three or four hours here and there. Why not get that now instead of typing this up? Because Mike's off in an hour and I have to go pick him up. So ... it's looking like MIKE is really at fault here. Yes, I agree with that. I shall use it when he gets uppity at me for not taking a nap today, as I know he will.

But the credits. Ohh, the credits ...

Today is ...

... the day I will finish scripting 9x03.
... the day I will make the S9 credits.
... the day I will be happy because I saw Jett running on all four legs.
... the day I will try not to be grumpy, despite having valid reasons.
... the first day that really looks and feels like spring.
... the day Aly appears on Veronica Mars.

You can sue ...

As I'm sure most of us know, Suprnova closed its doors not too terribly long ago. As a result, a lot of their old traffic switched over to LokiTorrent instead. Well Low Kee got targeted by the MPAA, and last anybody knew, was raising the money to combat them. If you visit lokitorrent.com now, it looks like they won. (Or was it just a big scam? That's a debate for another time and place.) What I personally find amusing is this counter site. Nothing brings out the snark like mucking with people's P2P.

Blender - it's not just for cocktails any more.

I got a magazine in the mail yesterday. This is, in and of itself, cause for pause. Because I don't subscribe to any magazines. I had about a five-year subscription I let lapse from PC Magazine back in 2003, but since then, nothing. I don't care for magazines much – with the Internet, by the time I get them, the information is already out of date. So I was surprised to see it in my mailbox.

I was even more surprised when I realized it was a music magazine. I haven't bought one of those since middle school the late '80s, and yes, I realize that dates the hell out of me. I don't know today's music. I haven't listened to the radio for music for years, giving it up when I discovered that only one song in about forty was something I could actually consider music. I mean, the last time I watched MTV was when it played videos (and again with the dating). I'll give you a more pressing example: there's a blurb on the magazine cover that reads, "Avril Flashes Her Hooters!" Now besides the rampant quality journalism implied, I thought Avril Lavigne was a guy. So imagine my surprise.

What I can't suss is why I have the damned thing. And it's not just to CURRENT RESIDENT – no, my name's quite clearly on the mailing label. I sincerely hope I get no more however, because now I just feel guilty for contributing to further tree slaughter. And I can go the rest of my life without reading a blurb about Snoop Dogg, claiming him to be "America's Favorite Pimp!" It makes me cry inside.

Dream Flash

I just remembered a fragment of a dream I had last night. We have a birdfeeder that hangs outside, and nearby we also have a heavy dog bowl on the balcony railing that we keep filled with seed too. I dreamed last night that I went outside to check on the seed levels, and there were about five sparrows in and around the bowl. They were almost tame, most just watching me as I came closer. Then I got close enough to see that inside the bowl there was another sparrow, female and obviously dead. I picked up the bowl and looked at it, and there was another female sparrow in the bowl, quite alive, and just staring at me. As I carried the bowl to the side, the live bird hopped out, though it never stopped staring at me, and then I just tossed the bowl contents – body and all – over the balcony. I remember thinking that it was what should happen, that the bird's body should just be allowed to decompose or feed scavengers or something. But still, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the bird's body on the ground below (and I remember how green the grass was), and the live bird just stood on the railing and stared and stared ...

Assorted Life Thoughts

Well besides the obsessive Angel commentaries, what else is going on?

There seems to be a neverending string of things that I must do. Besides school, which is always fun but dull to speak of, I'm still in the place where The Chosen sucks up free time like a hungry todder with a bowl of Jello. I spent a good couple of weeks stressing about it, but am happy to report that things are evening out nicely now, and I'm really looking forward to starting 9x03. Lots of good ideas. I think this'll be a well-received episode.

Jett isn't limping around like she's in agony any more, and I can't tell you what a relief that is. It took longer than I'd like, but I think the glucosimine finally kicked in. She still runs on three legs now and then, but for most movement she seems to remember that she has four, and that's joy.

I'm working on pushing Veronica Mars on Mum. She's had the first 13 episodes sitting on her computer unwatched, and wouldn't record them on TiVo since it interrupted her precious, precious Amazing Race (le sigh), but since it's apparently on break or something for the next couple of weeks I made her record it last night. She watched and was interested enough to go back and try the eps on her computer, so that's yay. Speaking of, I have to catch up on the past two episodes before next Tuesday, since I anticipate reports of Aly's appearance to appear in a full half of the places I hang out online, so I'd best be prepared for that.

I haven't returned to Pirates! since that binge of playing, but it calls to me. Constantly. Want to play. But must write. But want to play. <twitch>

The desire to make a new video has been pretty strong lately too. It's now been a year – the last ones I worked on were the Xander/Cordy Willow/Tara Valentine's double-header. I'm again struck by how little time I have in a day. Has anyone perfected cloning yet?

Not much besides that. I've got the next two movies on the way from Netflix and I think I may pop in Lost in Translation during lunch today. I watched Quills and found it good, though not really the sort of thing I'd watch for pleasure on a regular basis. Mm, but Joaquin Phoenix. <goes to a place>

But before any of that must come today's #1 task: break down 9x03. And I think I've procrastinated enough.

Kill who again?

After having Kill Bill for about a month and Mike and I not setting aside the time to watch it yet, I'm sending it back and returning it to the queue. I currently have on me Lost in Translation and Quills, with Eddie Izzard: Dress to Kill being spat out to replace Kill Bill. I'm sleepy but not in the mood to actually go to bed, so I'm debating watching one of the other movies and then shipping it back tomorrow as well.

Also, I'd like to say how much I suck. I was only reminded, like, yesterday that Monday is Valentine's Day. "How could you possibly not have known?" you may ask. The answer is simple: I live in my own little world, and we hadn't gotten the memo here yet. So oops. Mike and I went out to dinner tonight anyway though (thus avoiding the rushes tomorrow night), so I only have to feel a little bit bad.

Hm. Maybe I can turn it into a protest, rather than just my piss poor memory? Hmmmm.

One Hour Photo

I watched One Hour Photo last night. Very enjoyable movie, I recommend it. It wasn't a particularly jumpy thriller, but they did a good job in laying the suspense on pretty thick. Robin Williams did a fantastic job of being both creepy and sympathetic. Symbolism abounded, but in subtle ways. But perhaps even more than that, I loved the directing in this film. Maybe nothing particularly original, but I appreciated how well the director made sure we felt right along with Sy the Photo Guy. Good film. Consider checking it out.

Traditional Memories

Last night, to try and break myself out of my funk, I installed Pirates!, which I got for Christmas. I absolutely adored the original game back in the '80s, and was utterly thrilled to have a new version of it. I haven't had time for games lately, but yesterday ... it was a gaming mood.

I love this game. It's not perfect, it's got bugs, yeah. But you know, as soon as I started I was thirteen years old again, hanging out during the summer with my then best friend Mindy, riding my bike to her house and planning grand adventures. It was nice.

Plus, the graphics awesome, and the gameplay is just as much fun as I remember. I can't really afford to waste a whole 'nother day playing so I've retreated back downstairs again, but the temptation is great.

Instead, it looks like I might succumb to another. We realized that the Super Bowl was on today, which is something that Mike and I traditionally watch. Not because either of us like football, but for the commercials. Okay, so we fall prey to the consumerism. At least I don't shop on Black Friday.

We're still debating whether we will or not this year. I have another act to write, and Mike's got cards to redo and a fight scene to whip up. But maybe. I might be doubly tempted if it comes with either pizza or chinese.

Angel S2, the marathon

Just in case those of you reading this are curious, we've begun watching Angel season 2. Comments will be posted to the LJ.

Google...whack?

I just got an e-mail, and I'm not sure if I should flag it as spam or not.

Congratulations!

Your website has a googlewhack for the combination:

Pound Triskaidecagon

Which makes you unique on the internet. Nice one!

Sent to The Chosen e-mail address, I'm guessing that's what it refers to (plus "triskaidecagon" was a good hint), but I'm entirely confused. Anybody have a light they care to shed this way?

Uh, okay.

Just finished The Big Lebowski. It had its moments, but ... yeah, sorta didn't care much for it overall. So those of you pushing for it, what'd I miss?

The next movie the randomizer spits out: One Hour Photo.