askye, I think it is the foster thing making her self-isolate(or maybe, single focus. Or both) plus just...her. They've never really explained more than that. Well, they've explained what happened to her family, which implies stuff, but nothing about being locked in a basement or something.
And let me say, it's fairly easy to be uninformed about pop culture and clueless to social discourse or proper norms. I work with many like that. Hell, I had to admit today I'd never seen a single ep of Gilligan's Island, and so completely missed the relevance to something. And I rarely get when I'm being flirted with. So I can see how a Bones could exist.
I had four more mailings from the Missouri Republican whatever today. I've been getting about one a day for the last two weeks all from the same organization. I mean jeez, can't they figure out I've already gotten the same mailings about eight times over.
That's next on my Neflix Queue. Or, it would be if I'd quit knocking Veronica Mars to the front.
Yeah, I looked at my queue and was horrified by how much fun and frothy tv that I have put in front of movies that were critically acclaimed. For I am shallow at times.
I think this movie requires wine. Damn though I like the serious Clooney. Oooh, I could go find some Ocean's 11 slash to read while watch. For the cognitive dissonance it could bring alone.
I loved GN&GL. Made me righteously angry, sure. But loved it.
I am loving it. Also? Feeling much of the righteous anger.
For I am shallow at times.
My PCP suggested today that I get a yoga DVD from Netflix. I was like, "But! But! Movies! TV shows! Yoga? Movies! TV shows! Yoga?"
My audience for GN&GL was...vocal. In a subdued sort of way. There were a lot of elderly folk (it's the neighborhood of the theater.Lots of jewish retirees.) Lots of mutters indicating remembrance of witnessing it and anger. It was cool.
I'm getting a lot of political tv ads, and the lawn signs are out of control. However the direct mail and stupid phone calls are way down. I think there was enough grousing in the press and editorials over those during the primary that the candidates saw them as a net loss.
My cat just took one look at me and in terror dashed away. Uh...I'm not sure what that means. I didn't do anything.
Hey, Puppycat predicted an earthquake. By scarring up my cherrywood coffee table, but it was a prediction. Maybe you are going to do something evil any minute now.
Which reminds me, gotta shoot the cat.
My cat just took one look at me and in terror dashed away. Uh...I'm not sure what that means. I didn't do anything.
Heh. You know how actors can use the startle reaction to great comedic effect? Like, when they encounter someone/something they didn't expect to be there?
Once, I was just hanging out in the living room, reading on the couch like I had done a gazillion times before. My ex-cat casually strolled through the adjoining dining room, passed the open doorway between the two rooms, saw me on the couch, and did a perfect "Aaaaggghhh!" startle reaction, right down to all of her fur standing on end. (She's a Manx, so her little stub of a tail all puffed out was the cutest thing EVER.)
Once I stopped laughing, I said to her, "I've been living here for a while now -- remember me? The one who adopted you as a kitten? Why the surprise?"
Being a cat, she didn't deign to answer me, but stalked away to try to hang on to a tiny shred of feline dignity.
