But you should share the silly and snarky!

When I've boiled it down to bullet points, I probably will. I think I've managed to map almost the entire movie to the run/campaign for/resurrection as movie of Firefly, but parts are still only clear in my head and my child is making weird noises at me.

Timelies!

I finished buying my new car yesterday -- handed over the Big Check, signed the dotted line for a Big Loan. And then the salesguy gave me a 30-minute Orientation About Your New Car lecture/demo, pointing out every little button, even the hidden ones.

I've never bought a new car before. My experience in taking possession of the newly-bought, previously-owned car was pretty much having the keys chucked in my general direction and being left to my own device(s).

Of course, the whole idea of a warranty is foreign to me as well....

Congrats on the new car Theo. Does it have a name yet?

"Serenity" and "Jayne" are neck and neck at this point. More for the former, it's a grey car. There will be pictures eventually.

I loved my Suba, Theo! Hopefully yours will be as good to you.

I've never bought a used car. My father bought nothing but used cars, but not from individuals; he'd buy them from a guy that ran a garage on our street. When I had to make my own car decisions, I decided that the cost of a new car was drastically less than the cost of a used car, based on my experiences with cars at home.

The Subaru station wagon was the first car I ever bought, and it was worth every penny and then some. Hardly any maintenance needs, up until the end, and 12 years of solid service all over the world.

Hello, Bitches 'n' Hos Incorporated. I have to sit here with my leg in its "continuous passive motion" machine for four hours before I'm allowed to get up and take a shower. Entertain me, svp.

FOUR HOURS? Sweetie, that's not fun. But! Will help you to be strong. I swear.

Can't entertain you though. I have to dash out to go yell at USPS employees. Again. I'm not sure why they think delivering my mail is optional.

RIO!

... I got nothing. I'm off to get my roots restored to their brunette glory, and then pick up a mission-style sideboard that a friend is giving me for free.

Oh -- I guess that means I need to make room for it in my kitchen. Ooops?

FOUR HOURS?

Yeah, and that's only a third of the time I'm supposed to have it in there per day. That's right, I have to spend literally HALF MY TIME in this machine for the next two months or so.

I have snacks and Tivo and Harry Potter and Katamari Damacy to keep me entertained, and I'm STILL bored. It's the sitting still for so long. Makes me restless like a muhfuck.

Four hours is a long time. Ugh! I am reminded of the time I did the blood donation thing that used both arms and took I can't remember how long, but at least two hours. I've never been so bored in my life, but most of the problem was that Reagan had died the night before, so even though I could watch tv, it was ALL ABOUT REAGAN. No fun.

I'm about to get dressed to go watch two movies I'm supposed to watch for class. Yay?