I'm still rewatching ST:tNG. I've just started the 3rd season. The writing on this show is SO BAD. There's a big improvement in quality over the course of the second season, but the writing is still *TERRIBLE*.
The Enterprise is in the middle of a major crisis situation, systems are failing around the ship, and a nearby binary star system is about to explode, so Pickard....
CALLS A STAFF MEETING! YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT DOWN AND TALK ABOUT ANYTHING! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?
Okay, I'm better. Just call me Non-sequitur Man.
I'm so tired, but I have to do this week's slipshod housecleaning. Instead I'm having coffee. Decaf.
CALLS A STAFF MEETING! YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT DOWN AND TALK ABOUT ANYTHING! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?
Clearly their current crisis involves a skill check, and Picard just played an Investigative Committee.
I did Three! Giant! Loads! of laundry, updated my budget (conclusion: still fucking broke), paid a few bills, came home, repaired a boot, scooped the pans and took out the trash, and now I am chowing down on some oatmeal and making more hot toddy so I can go watch the parade with Nora! Yay.
Or not with Nora. But with other neighborhood peeps. Get better, Nora!
I'm sooooo sorry, smonster, I really do want to go to the parade, but I feel like ass on toast. And I have to go to work tomorrow and Tuesday, ugh. (job interviews scheduled)
I got up at 7 on a Sunday, Straighted a little, did some stuff, then took a nap.
I have laundry in, and I need to strip and wash the sheets and such, go to the store, clean out the cat box and work on some projects for clients: a nice mix of copyediting an erotic romance short, a resume and an interview.
Then The Walking Dead is back on tonight -- woo!
No worries, Nora. Rest up for Wednesday.
I'm back from King Arthur. Fun. I think I need a crazy wig and glasses - my pink feather boa just isn't cutting it for getting the good throws. But really, I get plenty. Just saw on NOLA Info that they arrested a teen with a gun who was standing RIGHT where we were last night. Yikes.
Okay, now to walk the dog, maybe call my parents, maybe fold some clothes... I'm hoping to see StW tonight but it depends on how bad he's feeling and whether he gets his work done.
Congratulations, sj!
Happy Birthday to both Pix and MFMlaw.
