I've found avoiding that show around dinnertime in general is a good idea. Invariably either the manner in which the victim-of-the-week died or the results thereof are in some way reminiscent of the particular meal I'm eating.
Wallybee and I have been watching some of Season 2 over dinner. (It was available at the library, and has subtitles.) The show's nowhere near as dark as Criminal Minds (for instance) - though we've had some pretty disturbing cases over the last couple of nights - but it does like to go for the gruesome. (Doesn't bother me, but I wasn't sure how Wallybee would take it.)
CM has creepier people, but Bones has creepy visuals. Though I have to say that the
cowrie faces
from last night's CM definitely rank with the nastiest shit they've shown me.
billytea, you've been a topic of discussion around our home. Grace gets sign language homework. Sometimes the signs are useful (ice, mama, more, stop, no, yes, help, happy etc.) sometimes not so much. Last week we had to learn penguin and this week we had to learn frog. If nothing else, my daughter could have a broken sign language convo on topics of interest with you!
ILU MATT BOMER!
I instantly looked around for the "Like" button when I read this, Dana.
billytea, you've been a topic of discussion around our home. Grace gets sign language homework. Sometimes the signs are useful (ice, mama, more, stop, no, yes, help, happy etc.) sometimes not so much. Last week we had to learn penguin and this week we had to learn frog. If nothing else, my daughter could have a broken sign language convo on topics of interest with you!
Hee. Just in time for Penguin Awareness Day!
Huh. Guess I'm going to be in San Francisco from June 21-23, and probably in Mountain View the rest of that week.
My husband is laughing at something he's reading on the internet. So's I innocently ask him, "What are you reading?" Answer? "I have no idea."
I'm getting sort of nervous about leaving for the ship on Saturday. I had a huge blowout with my mother tonight, which was only half-related to the job, but I'm sure I made it worse by being all on-edge and terrified, and that's not really something I can talk to her about. My mother isn't very good at helping you deal with anything that's bothering you, as she invariably gets so upset that you are upset you end up consoling her instead.
The problem tends to be that I start to get nervous and freak out about major changes (and I feel like shipping out to Australia to go live on a boat is a pretty major life change) and I get paranoid. What if I hate it? There's nothing I can do, six month contract is a six month contract. I'm not very good at making friends in the "real" world. I had this amazing bubble of friends at my university and I live in this constant fear that I will never meet people as amazing as they are ever again. And then when I start thinking about how insane it is that I am going literally to the other side of the world to start a job I still know nothing about, I start freaking out that I have no idea what I really want to do with my life and how I don't have any of the things I sort of wanted to have at this age and how I am so far in debt I'll never get out of it and - that's where I am now. What started as normal nervousness has escalated into sheer insanity.
I can't really bring it up with my family, because I'm the "brave" one who runs off and does this sort of thing, and my mother would just start crying because that's what she does when I'm upset. And then tell me I'm ungrateful. That's her other favorite.
So I'm not sure what it is I'm asking for here but I think I just needed to type all that out. Freaking out; trying not to.
I will never meet people as amazing as they are ever again
You won't, not the same way. But new people are crazy tricksy, and they fit holes you haven't carved out yet.
You're going to have an adventure. That's going to be mighty cool.
Wow, Dita looks demure and shit.
