Heh. An inch of snow is barely worth mentioning here.

I am at work. I feel better, but still achy as hell. Today is the day the furnace is being replaced, so it's freezing in my office right now. That's not helping.

An inch of snow is barely worth mentioning here.

It's really not worth mentioning here. Except people seem to be made crazy by it.

I arrive at work within minutes of 2 hours after I haul ass out of bed. Unless I rush and that only gains me a few minutes. Coffee&paper&wakeup&cats, roughly 30 minutes. Shower+hair+makeup+a dawdle or two+clothes~1 hour. Drive in~15-25 minutes. And yet it always manages to be pretty much 2 hours.

This is why I don't get up early any more. The board is dead. I'm reduced to staring at my computer dumbly.

I just caught up on the OC.

I'm not high on this season like I was last season, but I still look forward to it, enjoy it, and don't feel dirty afterwards. Every time. The storyline that bugs many doesn't even bother me. I don't want conflict mined there, but there's no reason to keep it sacrosanct (in my eyes) because of that. It doesn't mean it can't make good TV. It does, however, mean that either they underestimated some of what they achieved last year, or they're trying to wean people off that particular part of the show.

Instead, I've become every week more and more of a Seth/Summer shipper. I hope Josh doesn't try and teach me any sort of lesson about detachment there.

I'm not happy with the way the people on the OC are behaving this year, but it's not impacting my enjoyment of the show. Yet. I could do with less Lindsey, though.

Also, I need these.

Not seeing the coming for Cumming, and I'm kind of an easy Brit-mark. Really must be skeevy, I think. But then, my type is odd, anyway. Rickman pings my Andre Braugher "You Just Sit Here and Read The Yellow Pages and I'll Watch, OK?" button. Not sure if it's a sexy button or not, but...could be. Can't see Buscemi as anything but loser racist Gordon Pratt anymore. And one of my fictional boyfriends blew his head so...

I have great love for The Rock, but my hate for Travolta is so large that I fear Be Cool is beyond my capabilities.

Ditto. I fear that the smug Aren't-I-the-Coolest-Thing-Ever? attitude that he has in every movie he's made since Perfect makes it impossible for me to enjoy watching him. Well, until they invent technology that allows one to reach into the screen and smack the grin off the actor's face, anyway.

Also, I need these.

Ahahaha! Those are hysterical!

I liked Cumming in X-Men, but then I really liked Nightcrawler in the comics, and I thought he did a decent job with him. I'm more of a character luster than an actor luster. Hence my Giles drooling and my James (ASH's Manchild character) meh-ness.

Too much to comment on from last night – have to do a mini-meara.

Okay, see, but Nathan Fillion is unnattractive. He's got less than no personality, and weird squinty eyes.

Wha?! More for me. He's adorable.

"I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!"

LOVE IT! That is gonna make me smile and giggle all day.

I might have to see Be Cool just for Vince Vaughn.

I will go with you.

I found a bagel place in my neighborhood 3 blocks and 2 avenues closer than the other one I knew about. (My neighborhood is weirdly bagel free. ) So this morning I was able to get my favorite pumpernickel bagel with veggie cream cheese AND the bonus is that they also have flavored decaf coffee. I know, I know, heathen blah blah – I love it – decaf hazelnut m