I'm all crushed out at the moment

I was so grateful that a part of Allyson's description of the premiere of "Serenity" got COMMed. It made me skim a bit in Natter to find more premiere stories (the original intention was to check on Dana, but I'm shallow), and I'm so glad I did - the phone conversation has to be one of the loveliest things ever.

ita, I saw him in EW and wholeheartedly agree.

So I listen to music on the radio on the way in to work in the morning.

Having seen Shrek an uncountable number of times last Christmas, courtesy of the nephew, I will forever associate "Accidentally In Love" with someone farting in a mudbath.

Which is probably not what the artist had in mind.

A cement truck managed to drive about half a mile, dumping cement behind it on my route in. Probably an even covering of 5 inches. I HATE those cement trucks. Whenever I get stuck behind one, I follow at a great distance because I've seem them spill so often. Hope the driver gets fired and the company fined, because that whole stretch of road is coated with clumps of hardened cement from previous mishaps.

Cashmere, I didn't get a chance to post this with you yet, but many vibes and strength and health to your family. I hope things will turn as well as possible.

Good morning!

And Gronk. (head falls on desk.)

I had a Billytea moment last night -- there was a Discovery Channel show about fatal stinging jellyfish, in Australia. First they talked about the box jellyfish, which has a brain, and 24 eyes, and other neat features that convince scientist that when it stings you, it really doesn't mean it, and is not likely to be fatal. Then they got into this tiny stinging reef-dweller, called irikangu (?), that will keel you deed, despite its being the size of a thimble.

(Two scientists managed to get themselves stung a tiny bit, and spent days writhing and vomiting in the hospital, cameras in their faces the whole time.)

I could have lived without the digital animation of spirochetes, though. The visual was just, shudder.

farting in a mudbath

comedy gold.

Nilly, it really was. I was telling some non-board friends about it this weekend and they were all confused who I knew that was famous enough to know actors at premiers. I had to explain friends knowing writers who know actors who are sometimes nice to indulge fans.

Thanks, Nilly. With any luck, my nephew will be out of the hospital in a day or two.

I had to explain friends knowing writers who know actors who are sometimes nice to indulge fans.

Hee. Tim's PA introduced me to Nathan as a friend of Tim's. Which is, you know, fine. But Nathan asks where I know Tim from. Why people gotta ask that question? I'm not sure if the answer "the internet" makes me sound weird, or Tim, but it felt weird, so I said (also true, in a virtual sense) "You know that Tim -- he gets around."

God bless indulgent actors, for thusly shall they fortify their fanbases.

I was so excited about Nathan Fillion calling msbelle that I was telling MY real-life friends about it.