Cripes.
Know what I hate? Oversleeping. It’s one of the few things for which I have little to no patience. It ruins my morning; puts me in a terrible mood. (Yay for my choirs.)
So how about them Cavaliers? Alas, the humiliation continues. Dear Lord, thank you for Finkday.
Early dinner with some teacher fiends after school, then off to the first basketball game tonight — go Trojans! But for now, I really want to go back to bed. Blerk.
:-/
So the guidance counselor at my high school asked me to give a talk this afternoon to some students who are interested in pursuing a career in writing. Isn’t that nice? (I think she just couldn’t find anyone else.)
I plan to ask them questions, and talk briefly about getting a book published. Then I’m going to chat about my good fiend Ross, touch on the whole self-publishing thing, and do some Q & A. I saw the list of students coming to my session and it looks like it’s going to be fun. Nice kids all, and nary a scaredy cat in the bunch.
Of course, this also means I have to give up my 5th grade choir rehearsal today. *sniffy sniff*
What’s up for your Thurnsday, besides pining for tomorrow at 5 p.m.?? Tonight is dinner-and-movie night with Bob and BFF Kay. Pizza and Chamber of Secrets. Yummy x 2.
I daresay it already has. Good thing I’m between shows at the moment. Not sure what I’ll do when I don’t have an hour or two every night to scout out what’s available on Netflix. The streaming option is a dandy, although they need to step it up juuuuuust a bit on the offerings. Still, I’ve watched some great stuff on the streaming list, and I don’t mind waiting for the DVDs to arrive.
For those not hep to the Netflix savvy, the service allows you to check out DVDs with no return date and no penalty fees. (They just won’t send another one until you return the one you have.) All your movies/TV shows are listed and tracked in your queue. Mine looks like this:
I’m loving The Tudors. As some of you know, I enjoy historical aspects of the British monarchy, especially the period during the Renaissance. I even did a silly, yet mildly interesting post on Henry VIII a couple years ago. (Do you believe I’m talking about this blog in terms of “years?” Yumpin’ Yiminy.)
Anyway. When you’re done watching your DVD, you drop it in the prepaid envelope that accompanies the disc, and as soon as they receive it at a local hub, they send out the next one in your queue. Ad infinitum. Love it.
I can watch on my desktop, netbook or laptop anytime, but what’s really neet is streaming the service through the TV: something that Finkite Rae’s boyfiend set up for us last week. (He’s a sweety.) We are really enjoying it. Right there, on the TV. Clicky, clicky. I feel like a big ol’ Jabba the Hutt. Pass me them chocolate bars and Jones potato chips and pigs-in-a-blanket.
I need a vacation. I don’t care that I’ve just had one; I want another one. I want the world. I want the whole world.
Sincerely,
Veruca Salt