2002-03-01 - 8:57 a.m.
Mornings are like Muesli

I saw a commercial for the movie "Resident Evil" on Wednesday night during "Enterprise", and it made me sit bolt upright in my chair. "Who is that?" I asked my brother. "I know we've seen her before. Come on, come on. I'm pretty sure she had different hair." He shrugged. "Dunno." I kicked myself a little more, and a picture floated up: neon red and orange hair, bracketed with Bruce Willis. DING! "It's the Fifth Element chick," I said, but I still couldn't remember her name.

I saw a blurb for the movie this morning. She's Milla Jovovich, and I was right. Good grief. Every time she changes her hair color, it's like she's a whole new person. Not only has she been Leeloo, she's also been Joan of Arc and (a long time ago) Natty Gan. Only the cheekbones and the eyes stay the same. Wish I could do that.

So how about the new Survivor? I'm starting to see the pattern in the contestants. So many males, so many females. So many young ones, so many older ones. So many in really good shape, so many not. A token Latino, a black woman, a black man. A bitchy Sue-clone, a Jerry-type layabout who flaunts her body. Somewhere in there, I'm sure there's a homosexual; there always is. This is the fourth Survivor, and the only thing that really ever changes is the location!

How weird was that guy they voted off, though? "The human body is holey," he lectured the others. "It has seven holes." Then he proceeded to list them off and discuss them further. Plus, he made the enormous error of saying, during that first tribal council, that he felt like he didn't fit in. How stupid was that? So they voted him off, which means they really must have hated him, because it's never smart to vote off the stronger over the weaker near the beginning of the game.

The offering from CSI was a little weary plot-wise, but character-development was great. I was tense the whole time, watching for more little asides between Grissom and Sara, and wanting to kick Warrick when he dumped the singer for being a drug addict and then wandered over to the casino tables to feed his gambling addiction. It's like a really good mystery novel, with detectives you care about and a new chapter every week. Much better than most of the violent, oversexed, repetitive cop shows out there. I can't believe they're starting a CSI: Miami spin-off this fall. How can they spin it off without losing at least one central character? And how on earth could they split up the chemistry on the show now? Goodness. If they make Sara get mad at Grissom again and leave, I'll be furious. The man bought her a plant, and implied that she was beautiful! From him, that's like a million roses and candy hearts.

So enough about the boob tube. We got the duplex! We got the duplex! Hee. We signed the papers last night and picked up the keys. Tonight we do the walk-through for the checklist, and tomorrow we start moving the furniture in. And I get the larger bedroom this time. I'm so happy! I'll have room for all of my bookshelves! And my sewing machine! And there's a garage! And there's a lawn! And we could plant flowers if we wanted! And we only have one neighbor in the same building and she's really nice! Did I say I was happy yet? *laughing* Life is good.

Well, life would be better if it included a boyfriend or at least some more frequent social interactions. But that'll get better. The area of Salem we're moving into is much better than Tigard, and there's an AoG church just up the road from our apartment that we can check out, and Salem is a barony in the SCA, after all.

Hmmm. Now that I'll have a little spending cash, maybe I can get some SCA activities under my belt before Jocasta drags me into hers kicking and screaming. She's already pretty well known in the Shire of Dragon's Mist (Tigard-Beaverton area) and I'm sure some people in the Barony of Terra Pomeria (Salem) are aware of her by now. I'd much rather start out as my OWN person, instead of being known to all just as Jocasta's friend. That's reasonable, isn't it?

Well, I've wasted about 45 minutes of my working morning. Bad Shell! Bad Shell! But now my brain is mostly awake, and my boss doesn't arrive until 9:00 AM. I'll go get some more coffee, and hope I last until ... Damn! I just remembered. Mom made a container of soup for my lunch last night, and guess who forgot to pack their lunch. Yeah. Me. Guess I'm eating at Taco Hell again.

Ah, such is life. Well, my life, anyway.