10.31.2005

It is My Desssstiny...

Oh my gosh, ComingSoon.net just described my next favorite movie.

Say What?

Since when did pitch-black sky and drenching buckets of rain qualify for a forecast of "mostly sunny skies and no rain until tomorrow?" Power FM's forecasters must be hallucinating. My jeans are soaked halfway down despite my large umbrella, and I'm pretty cold, so I treated myself to a Starbucks mocha with whipped cream. And reading another chapter of Neverending Story before my library training session begins. That's what I call therapy.

10.30.2005

Reasons Batgirl Rocks

1) she's a redhead

2) she's a librarian/information maven

3) she's got a killer costume

4) it's black

5) she's spunky

6) she rides a motorcycle

7) she dates a guy in yellow tights---oooo, wait, that's a strike against her.

I've been thoroughly enjoying my historical romp through Bathound's wondrous Batgirl/Oracle site. It answers some nagging questions produced from a knowledge primarily drawn (sorry, bad pun) from the animated series, Batgirl: Year One, and a smattering of other places. It only reinforces my thought that Batgirl is the best comic heroine of all time.

Sorry, Wonder Woman fans, I had the underoos* when I was four, too (I've got a photo to prove it), but star-spangled panties can't top the bat-coolness.

Okay, now I want these**.

Note: copy/paste these URLs for Underoos Fun:

*http://www.retrocrush.com/

archive2004/underoos/ww.jpg

**http://www.retrocrush.com/

archive2004/underoos/05batgirl.jpg

Creative Seething

See, this is what sucks. I have a slow evening at work, so I read Mark "Comic Critic" Monlux's blog-ish comic about his vacation in Hawaii--it's stellar. And now I want to cartoon, right now, dangit--no paper, no decent writing instruments, and no storyline but that it's a slow night at work.

The creative mind seethes with the unjustice of it all.

Weekend's End

This morning, Alex and I got up early--not because we had to, but because we actually went to sleep early last night. We spent a fun morning--Alex playing Half-Life, me reading Neverending Story, and then we watched "The Hobbit" while we ate scrambled eggs and orange-glazed cinnamon rolls. It felt luxuriously weekend-ish.

Then we had to clean house, which felt not so weekend-ish, but we did watch some Dukes of Hazzard to pass the time more pleasantly. I must admit I'd never really seen much of the show before, but we bought the first season on sale at $15 to see if Alex would like it as much as he had as a kid. Now I love it! Lots of "sweet jumps," Alex says, quoting Napolean Dynamite, and it's pretty darn funny. I just can't get over Sheriff Coltrane's crazy laugh. It sounds like a drunk, half-insane Popeye.

Then at 4:30, as usual, I had to leave for work. I'm feeling pretty sleepy and wishing I could have stayed home to watch Alex beat Half-Life instead of sit here at the desk, knowing full well that it's a Sunday night and no time to be working, even at my dream job. *Yawn.*

But tomorrow I get to attend my hands-on preservation lab--Yippee!

10.28.2005

Choice Morsels

Crunchy NES goodness: here, here, and here.

Delicious comic-hosting services for the time-challenged and financially sound artist.

For dessert, check out the master flavor list and a dreamy concoction*. I'm also tempted to taste this.


* Finished Inkheart and couldn't contain myself until Thanksgiving Break. Must...read....

10.27.2005

Geek TGIF

Okay, I am pleased as punch that Stargate SG-1 is now officially the longest-running sci-fi show ever. And I love Battlestar Galactica, and I love Sci-Fi (even though I don't actually watch their shows in realtime--DVD, not cable). But the sad thing about this story is that it reiterates the truth behind the stereotype: geeks stay home Friday nights.

Update: more proof; the HSU CS Tournament '05 photos.

10.26.2005

Why I Don't Like Brooms

(Title Hint: it has to do with sweeps.) So sad, so sad.

A big, hearty round of applause to the Astros for making each game so close, and for finally bringing a World Series to Texas. Another big round for Backe, who did a sensational job for seven innings and should have been allowed more. And finally to the crowd in Houston, who cheered their hearts out, painted their faces in astonishing patterns, and wore their rally caps.

Come back next year.