Go and catch a falling star

The only bad thing about this idea of going to the beach for my birthday (besides the part where I say to my parents, "I'd like a cheap motel room somewhere near the national seashore at Hatteras for my birthday. You can come too, if you want") is that my preorder of A Wizard of Mars will not have come yet, owing to the book's Official Release Date being the 14th.

Books and the sea- what could be better?

Oh dear. My crafty spirit is returning right in time for school to start.
I've been struck by the urge to do some cross stitch sayings from The Quotable Star Wars, or perhaps some Babylon 5. The Babylon 5 Mantra seems singularly appropriate as subject matter for a sampler.

Yes, this seems like an excellent idea. Now all I have to figure out is how to do it.

I need to decide what to knit. On the one hand, I have a shawl to finish (the Wool Peddler's Shawl in Caron Simply Soft, because I am a weenie and wanted to do it in something cheap). I first cast on for this thing my freshman year of college. Since then it's been ripped out and restarted a few times because of things like missing and increase in the 28th row and not noticing until the 54th, or the whole damn thing coming off the needles because I forgot to secure them. Now, at long last, I'm in the lace section, and I'm starting to think it may be safe to dream about finishing it before I die.

On the other hand, I need a new hat, and I have a skein of Malabrigo in Azul Profundo bought specifically for the purpose around this time last year. I've finally even found a free pattern that I really like-- the Sutro Heights hat. The only problem is that it requires reading a chart. I do not read charts. I knit my lace from written instructions.

Maybe winter break is a good time to learn charts? The recent snow and cold have made me really crave a nice warm hat that doesn't make my forehead itch.

Also, I seriously love my B5 icons. I want to hug them and squeeze them and love them forever and set one as my default. Just as soon as I can pick. They also make me want to plug in my VCR and watch season 3, arguably my favorite, even though I don't have it on DVD. Cheap-ass me will not buy the box sets, because they are expensive, so I have to wait and ask for them for birthdays. Luckily season 3 is pretty complete--when we taped season 2 we somehow missed a few episodes, including Soul Mates, which I loved beyond measure.

That reminds me--I am RIDICULOUSLY embarrassed that I have seen Soul Mates so many times since I got season 2 on dvd and STILL managed to misattribute Matt Stoner's line to Bester. In my defense, they are both bastards and they both belong to the Psi Corps. Also in my defense, I'm usually preoccupied with the other storylines and Timov's general awesomeness (see icon).

I love Slings and Arrows not with a fiery passion, but with a deep abiding love. It has catchy music (see the awesome opening song for each season), wonderful acting (see the whole freaking cast, but especially Paul Gross as Geoffrey Tennant), and more great dialogue than you can shake a stick at (and more than I can list in parentheses).

If you have not heard of Slings and Arrows, please accept my heartiest recommendation that you view it at your earliest convenience. It's three seasons of 6 episodes apiece, and it's an absolute delight. There are madmen and lovers and ghosts and villains and charmingly cynical old gay men. It is, in some ways, a love song to the theater--not only to the good, the times when everything is flying, but to the banal and the times when everything comes crashing down. And, of course, it is a love song to everything Shakespeare can be, when done properly and directed by a madman.

Tonight I'm playing a game I like to call "Sara can stay alert on codeine, but will the triazolam knock her out?"
I'm actually taking the triazolam as a muscle relaxant, in the hope that I'll be able to look to the left without undue pain come the weekend, but if it put me to sleep too, that would be great. Last night's sleep hardly even merits the term--I spent at least as much time awake or half-awake as I did actually asleep, and I must have woken up a dozen times.

Also- I have so many cool new B5 icons that I am absolutely spoiled for choice. I have decided to save the ones that crack me up every time I see them for later. Delenn and Ivanova get to take the first spot in this rotation. When I was younger and just watching B5 for the first time, I decided that I wanted to be like Delenn AND Ivanova. Surprisingly, I think I've actually succeeded in that goal to some degree--they're both strong, smart, determined women, and I think that's what I'm growing towards.

Aaaand the triazolam is winning. Time for sleep, here's hoping it lasts.

I love Andrew Lee Potts.

That is all.

I really think more guys flirt with me when I'm wearing Dorian.

This random thought brought to you by my math project (Dorian vs Snake Oil- Who Will Win?!)

holyshittheukrepodvdreleaseisonsalefor8bucks.
even with shipping, that is awesome, and totally justifies asking for a new dvd player for christmas instead of the US dvd.
the uk dvd release, by the way, has all the commentaries, all the featurettes, and the deleted scenes. and a sing-along version.
the us release has two out of the four commentaries, two of the four featurettes, and nothing else. even the blu-ray release isn't as inclusive as the uk dvd, and blu-ray players are ridiculously expensive.

Ugh. What a day. Just got back from two hours at the emergency vet with Thriii because… well, it's a long, gross story involving me and cleaning up a lot of cat shit. She's fine. Let's leave it at that.
Anyway, because of that lovely little adventure this evening, I just got home, and I haven't had any dinner yet. And there's still more shit to clean up before I can take a shower and have dinner. In that order. With lots of soap. I'm not actually dirty, it's just one of my little quirks--I shudder to think what changing diapers will be like.

The good news is that my most recent BPAL order is shipping earlier than I expected. This has brightened my evening somewhat, although not as much as a dinner of scrambled eggs and a chocolate peppermintini (my mother bought this stuff. seriously.) while watching Gaudy Night for the 100,000th time will. After a long, hot, shower with lots and lots of soap. Did I mention lots of soap? And hot water?

And maybe a cup of tea to finish off the night.

Argh.

Well, tomorrow I'll go to the farmer's market and buy lovely beeswax candles and honey. And probably blueberry bread and chocolates from Dolly Mama, if we're going for honesty here.

Speaking of television shows, I finally watched the last episode of Warehouse 13.

I hated it.

It's really unfortunate, because I really enjoyed the rest of the show. It was, like so many other things I enjoy watching, light and amusing but still satisfying. Not necessarily television for the ages, but fun. But then in the last episode they had to go *spoiler* and *spoiler* and I really hated the part where *spoiler* turned out to be *spoilerspoilerSPOILER*. Seriously, I hated these spoilery things too much to even dignify them with true inclusion into this entry. All they get are little placeholder tags. If you've seen the episode, I'm pretty sure you can fill in the blanks.

But basically, for the last episode they just completely screwed the pooch.