I've been working on stuff in the office all day but now that I have time to be out on the floor like an actual manager the stalkerish guest is here and I want to hide until he goes away.

Reason #87668 that I love my department at school: I just got an email from my department head with the subject line, "Rock Me Sexy Jesus." The first line of the email was "...is the hit single from the new movie 'Hamlet 2,' which we might need to go see as a department, methinks." She went on to talk about our meetings and schedule next week. Bless.

Knowing Steve Coogan plays Jesus in the play-within-the-film in Hamlet 2 I got a huge laugh out of his character in Tropic Thunder proclaiming "I am Jesus Christ" last night.

Happy Birthday, Erin!!

I'm in pure geek-mom pride mode: Owen reading this month's issue of Tiny Titans.

I just polished off some eggplant parm and am sitting with my feet up drinking my red red wine. Done with productivity.

I cleaned one room today. My living room. After a summer of bachelorhood there were countless DVDs and videos strewn about. Nasty socks, empty food wrappers, mystery items, etc. Don't know how 2 people can manage to make such a mess in a couple months. Ugh.

All the media is back in alpha order again and items returned to their cases. Stuff is cleaned and dusted. The dead plants are tossed. I may never leave this room again. Or I might try another room tomorrow.

Oh, and tomorrow we are going to the IMAX for The Dark Knight. Whee!

Fun!

I spent birthday money, and, having just finished volumes 1 & 2 of Buffy Season 8, I have to decide between Constantine and Killing Joke.

Given Laura's plans for tomorrow (which sound awesome!) I'm going with the Bat-verse.

Tomorrow, I will go to the gym. And clean out my car. And possibly bring about world peace, you know, if there's time left.

Apparently, even though I feel mostly better from the cold, I am still tired as hell.

I just watched/slept Olympic coverage for the bulk of the day.

Actually, my head is still stuffy as hell. It's like my body is saying, "You weren't any better kid, that was adrenaline".

I think I'm going to go see Batman tonight. We're having television issues (again) and can't figure out how to get picture. We've got sound but the tuner input is wrong and I can't trouble shoot with DH here because I'll strangle him.

He is pissed and doesn't want me to touch anything. So he stews and gets more angry.

My football team looks like my football team again. This is reassuring after the first two preseason games and the team of aliens standing in for my team.

Cash, let him stew and get angry and you get out. I used to have the same issues with my Hub, until I figured out that we had such fundamentally different styles of approaching problems and troubleshooting, that it was either leave him be or kill him.

That's what I'm going to do, Barb.

He's just so tech-inept that it makes me crazy. He's a great guy but he gets mad when things don't work right EVERY SINGLE time. The actuary in him makes him averse to the kind of hunt & peck trouble shooting that I do.

He basically sits and bitches about (computer/television/cable/phone) to me and I get antsy and want to do something about it. We just go round and round until I can fix it when he's not around.