Irritable

I'm having one of those days when absolutely everything seems to be ticking me off.

* Fucking goddamn fascist douchebag Joe Lieberman and anti-terror bullshit

* Goddamn neoconservative nazi ratbags bemoaning Shahzad being read his Mirada rights instead of being tortured

* "Lost"... okay, I already ranted about that.

* Massive oil leak in the Gulf of Mexico.

* Pollen in the windy air outside.

* Facebook

And the list goes on and on and on...

Maybe it's time to bring the punching bag out of storage.

The Vidiot Box

At this rate I may well cancel cable TV by summer's end.

"Lost" has lost me. Even if the show wasn't ending in a few weeks, they've already killed off or maimed every character I give a damn about.

"Fringe" I can get via basic cable, antenna reception, or Hulu.

"Doctor Who" I can watch through various sites online.

I'm undecided whether "Happy Town" will be worth my time, but even if it isn't, basic cable or antenna reception would cover it.

I enjoy most USA network offerings, but I can rent or Hulu those. So I won't miss out on "Burn Notice" when it returns.

The only expanded channels I regularly care about beyond USA have been Comedy Central, Cartoon Network, and (once upon a time) Sci-Fi before they became SyFyk'd.

Neither Cartoon Network nor SyFy have had anything good to offer in a couple of years now.

*sigh*

Feeling Lost

Argh.

I don't even have the energy left to add an exclamation point.

Last night's "Lost" was a shitload of crazy.

Jack... he annoys beyond words.

And that they appear to have killed off two of my favorite characters has made me rather cross.

The Truth of Tuesdays

Tuesdays and drama. Why do they always seem to go together?

There's some kind of nefarious malign intelligence behind this.

Count the Hookers

In today's game, we have a count of one.

Interesting choice of attire. Bright pink jacket and bright pink... I guess you could call it a skirt... barely.

Weekending

Exhausting weekend. Jupiter's beers are stronger than I was prepared for, thus throwing my Friday into unexpected tipsy-ness.

In retrospect, that may have been for the best. I was too tired to rouse myself to go out after I got home.

Saturday morning was not a terribly-fun experience, but it could have been worse. Breakfast helped subdue any lingering effects from Friday's pints.

I then opted to get out-the-door and re-stock on my supply of baking chocolate. Since Scharffenberger closed their Berkeley location, it's been a bit of a pain in the arse to get the 99% cacao baking bars that I require for brownies. The ferry building in San Francisco has a Scharffenberger stand, so I braved the tourist insanity to get what I needed.

Sweet bejebus there were a lot of people.

I notice a certain behavior with crowds. When I'm walking briskly in a stright line to get to my destination, people in front of me sort of zig-zag as they meander. It's a subtle thing, but it's real and three-quarters of the time they're zagging their damn zig right into my path.

Usually I try to flow around these people, but I was testy and hung-over Saturday, so I sort of body-checked a few people. I wish I felt sorry about it.

I hate crowds.

I left the city quickly upon obtaining what I needed. The number of people was giving me a slight anxiety attack (no doubt assisted by my lingering hangover).

I wasn't really in any state to be interacting with people, so I went home and only left my apartment to grab lunch, groceries, or do a bit of jogging.

Sunday was some welcome family time. I spent most of the afternoon bonding with my dad then caught up with the rest of the family as they trickled in. We feasted on an insanely-delicious dinner and I think I'm still full from it this morning.

Gonna be a long week now.

Nerding

I own four replica sonic screwdrivers and a replica laser screwdriver, all from "Doctor Who". One of said replicas is an old plastic monstrosity from the original series back in the day.

I also own a replica fob watch matching one of the series three props from the new series.

The replica fob watch is pure awesome and wasn't cheap. I consider it a testament to my nigh-insane devotion to "Doctor Who".

I note all this 'cause I spent much of today watching various episodes of "Doctor Who" and fiddling with every replica as I was doing so.

No doubt my neighbors have heard all the electronic warbling sounds. I shudder to think what they're imagining.

It's not stopping me, of course. Not at all.

Nope. I'm gettin' the battery-powered Dalek and cycling through its programmed list of catch phrases.