(David, Maggie, Jenny & Me on TV Night, photo by Lilly.)
The occasional obsession comes upon me! Like, I really want the miniature for Sly Moore. You know, Sly Moore, adviser to Chancellor Palpatine! Why, why do I demand this? I have no answer to that. Yesterday was a snow day, but I still came to work; they sent us home early & gave us extra vacation, we soldiers who trooped in. I was pleased enough to dig myself a little out of my hole. I went home & Jenny & I hung out; did we watch some variety of television program? I think we must have, but I think probably just a loose chain of comedy news programs. David was the first one to get over to our apartment for Television Night, followed by Maggie & at last Lilly: James & Emily being already present. We continued to not watch Lost, saving it for a more appropriate viewing venue. Instead we watched Solitary 4.0, which I'm very excited about. Pod Seven had contacted me when I'd tweeted about it, so I'm a little predisposed to like her; Lilly definitely doesn't though. Or didn't, I think by the end of the second episode she'd warmed to her. We were sad to see Pod Four leave though, since she was a favorite. The new Pod Six, aka the old Pod Seven, is a former favorite of ours, so we are rooting for him, but also he's already had a shot, so I can't fully commit to rooting for him, you know? Anyhow, we've only seen two episodes, & it isn't till after people have their emotional breakdowns & forget to separate their inside persona & outside persona that you really pick favorites. Lilly was talking trash about the various shots that they had to do (sardines + chocolate! Relish & re-fried beans!) so I told her to put her ass on the line & mixed her a vinegar & olive oil shot, which she downed like a pro, giving her full rights to rag on the cast. We finished up the night with How I Met Your Mother, & then Jenny & I did an improv Valentine's Day song, in the style of Wiig & Armisen. Lilly took a video of that, maybe she'll post it. Then to bed, & then this morning! I didn't want to do anything besides stare at a computer screen this morning. I still don't! I should ship some stuff before my meetings kick in hardcore though.
Can I also complain a bit here? In a twist that is partially my fault, & I think partially Kevin Siembieda's fault, I got the wrong book from Amazon. I think-- I think that the "new" (2001) After the Bomb book...uses the same ISBN as the old (1986) book? Which is crazy, who does that? It is a "second edition," even though the books are fundamentally different. Either way, Amazon seems to be confused-- actually, everyone seems to be confused about it. I didn't realize this was such a quagmire, so I ordered a used copy of After the Bomb, expecting the new version, since that was the cover shown. I was wrong, though, & didn't pay enough money to make it worth a fuss-- & really it isn't the seller's fault-- Amazon had the wrong cover, I had the wrong idea, it was all just a critical mass of honest mistakes. I'm just bummed, since I want the book!
(Snow outside out apartment, photo by Jenny.)
