Catching up with . . .

Dug plants last night, and then planted said plants in other locations.

Ow.

All the working-out in the world doesn't compare to hard physical labor. I thought I'd learned that last summer, but apparently . . . I'd forgotten.

Ow, again.

Anyway, it's been a wild and crazy week.

I'm finding myself increasingly discontented with TV -- formerly one of my favorite hobbies. Buffy's been sucking -- you'll pardon the expression -- Smallville's tanked . . . I find myself in need of a new fandom.

Sigh. For lack of something better to watch, I actually found myself staring at the last fifteen minutes of Dawson's Creek.

How did Jen die? And why does Jack have a baby daughter? And when did he and Pacey's brother hook up, 'cause I totally missed that one?

Ugh. How disgusting is it that I actually know the names of these characters?

So. Buffy. Eh.

I think Spike should give up on nasty, faithless, bullying Slayers and come live with me. I will take very good care of him. And I will help him find the balls and the spine that he seems to have misplaced during the last two seasons.

I deeply, deeply miss BadAss!Spike.

Loved the Angel/Buffy interaction, though. He's been on his own show for what -- three years? Four years, now? And yet, Angel just slips right back in, reconnecting like he'd never left. *Loved* it.

Nothing else worth mentioning.

Smallville . . . sigh. Let me count the ways in which it sucked.

No, I'd better not. Because then I'd be writing this entry FOR THE WHOLE GODDAMN DAY!! And basically . . . it's not worth that much work. I'm sure that there are people out there who have put much time and effort into listing all the ways that it's going down the tubes -- surely, I don't need to repeat their work.

Really, though -- if the show is going to suck that badly, can't they at least give me more airtime with mostly-naked pretty boys? Is that too much to ask?

Because, my God! It's not like I watch the show for the acting talent.

And now for something completely different . . . .

In other news . . . SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

I tried out for Jeopardy!!

Made it past the written test ( only ten people out of 100 succeeded ), and then made it through the mock games ( six out of ten ). So I'm feeling pretty good -- except for the part where they can take as long as a year to call me for the real thing in L.A.

::: pouting :::

Still . . . SQUEEEEEEE!!!

Making it on Jeopardy has always been a dream of mine, and it's so exciting just to have made it through the tryouts! I'll probably collapse with joy if I actually get to TV.

I actually squeaked when they called my name among the others who passed the written test. How embarrassing.

The only downside is that I have to pay my own travel and accommodation expenses to and from L.A. . . . but, you know. On Jeopardy! Who cares?

::: squeeing, quietly :::

More quizzes . . .

Gakked from lucifrix.


You are MAGNETO! Even though you spend most of
your time killing people and trying to destroy
the world, people kind of feel sorry for you
because you survived the Holocaust. Way to
work that angle!


Who is your inner Marvel supervillain?
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Heh. Pretty cool.

And just who the FUCK is Magneto, anyway?

I wonder what the other options were for villains?