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[trinityvixen]

Waaaah, I am still in recovery from Friday's Battlestar Galactica and all a-flustered that I won't be able to watch the coming episode until the Monday after at the earliest because I'll be rah-rahing for my sister in Florida (those of you who don't know: she's a cheerleader, and her team is going to nationals). Damn it all. I did spend two hours Sunday getting the story I had based on the episode out of my head, but it totally warped on me and went somewhere else entirely, while still sorta getting out what I needed to get out.

Saturday, I went to my friend's birthday drinks and dessert at her apartment, and ivy03 gamely tagged along (I owe you one, I'll see about that favor, m'kay?), and Sunday I utterly ignored the Super Bowl in favor of the Puppy Bowl. Actually, it was more like the Puppy Bowl Halftime Show that I went in for. My friend, Liz M, found me online and demanded I go turn on the tube to Animal Planet and then I just sat like a squeeeee-ing lump as five or six kittens jumped around on a multi-platform stage in the middle of a fake football field. Oh god, too cute! The puppies were meh, and I wasn't going to watch an hour of them (the kittens, I might have), so I watched more Battlestar Galactica with the roommate (she likes it! she really likes it!) and my Netflix movie du-jour, The Three Amigos (I seem to remember it being funnier, but there were some parts that were still dynamite).

And something random from this weekend: You know when you find out that someone with one particular accent in fact was born with a different one, and the one he/she naturally has is way cuter than the one that he/she pretended to have? (Good example, even though he can sound like a bit of a poof, is our dear Apollo)

Well, such is not the case with Hugh Laurie. I sorta knew this from what I'd seen of him in Black Adder, but I watched a couple of episodes of Jeeves and Wooster (I think that's what it's called, that's what ivy03 calls it anyway) and maaaaaaaaa-aaa-aaa-aaan...

Let's just say I'll be glad of House coming back this week, even though I might miss half of it--silly book club!

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[ivy03.livejournal.com]

Grow his own socks? What have you been smoking?

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry, sorry, was going Monstrous Regiment on you there. There's a bunch of girls pretending to be guys, and the lead is told by a mysterious voice that she'd be less spotty in her male routine if she stuffed her pants with socks. From then on, she basically starts feeling "socky" or possessed of a vague "sockiness" and really wishes some wilting flower types would just get/grow a pair of socks, etc.

It's how my brain works, go figure.