Even though I’m still having my affair with The Doctor, my heart knows exactly what to do. BBC America is showing the Sharpe series, and my heart is aflutter. Even though I have the series on DVD, there’s something serendipitous in watching it on the air. I :love: Sean.
Holiday redux
The picture of Hobbit, just another “awww” moment. It’s Memorial Day weekend, and it’s only now that I realize I have less than 3 weeks of work left. We (the counselors) will probably be called in to work an extra week or two, though. Why? To finish scheduling and final transcripts. Now I’ve already finished my part of scheduling, but my cohort, who has a life, hasn’t. I can’t complain too much, though; it is an extra thousand dollars or so.
LOST didn’t really disappoint or wow me, but I’m going to watch next season to see what happens, so I guess they accomplished their goal, eh?
You Want an Update?
No? Oh. LOST season finale tonight tomorrow night. Whoo, no hoo. Hopefully we can add the hoo once it’s over. The new Real World/ Road Rules Challenge, “Fresh Meat,” isn’t doing it for me yet. I hate newbies. I want to see my old friends that I’ve grown up with, dammit. Top Chef isn’t on tonight, I guess it wraps up next week because it’s.not.Wednesday (note to self: get a clue). Man, I really want to see Harold take that one. Tiffani is a bitch, and she’s just like me, therefore I’m required to hate her. Doctor Who keeps on keeping on, and at the risk of sounding spoilery, DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT. Take characters I love, why don’t you. What do you care if I bawl my eyes out over the little guy. MY Doctor would have been better, I think.
It’s no secret that I hate much of society. Normally, I would teeter on the edge of embolism at the sight of a portable restroom being placed in my backyard. However, the Parks Authority has done just that, and I have proof. But in a strange turn of events, whenever I see it, I don’t see a Port-A-Potty, I see my very own TARDIS. Fandom or idiocy? You decide.
Early Summer colds are the worst. I figure that out of the 8 million people in NYC, I came home with the germs of at least 2/3 of them. Ugh.
Home Again
Wow, I’ve been back for awhile, but I just didn’t feel like posting, I guess. NYC was unbelievable.
“Chicago” put me to sleep. Literally. The theatre it played in was so small that it *has* to be the lower limit of Broadway, but we had orchestra seats, so that was nice. It’s just b.o.r.i.n.g. “Lestat” was by far the more enjoyable production. We saw it in the Palace Theatre and although we were in the nosebleed section, we (students and cool people) loved it. After hearing several tepid reviews, our expectations were lowered, which may be a contributing factor to our appreciation of the play. The sets and costumes were stunning and really inspired our theatre department. I was thrilled to see the kids enjoying it. Damn near moved to tears, even.
I spent some time in The Village, Chinatown, Times Square, Ellis Island, and Liberty Island, and like the kids, I was amazed at just how easily we all integrated into each segment. This trip really opened the eyes of all of us and if we can do it again (without parents and self-righteous adults), I’m all for it. I have a few pics on my site for anyone interested in boring stuff.
Oh, I almost forgot! When I came home, I learned that my brother is engaged! Her name is Jamie, though I call her James just because it sounds cooler, she teaches school with him, and she has a little boy named Cage. I’m going to be an aunt! In August! Yippee!!