To Elaborate on a Tweet

Yesterday I told Twitter that I'd dreamed that the cast members of each Star Trek series danced in pajamas. It was a delightful dream to wake up remembering, and thinking of it now makes me smile, so I'm going to share it more fully, as much as I can really remember.

More than anything, the overall feeling of the dream was that it was a commercial, done in support of some organization, or cause, or something. And I don't recall clearly certain casts being present (really, all I remember were the original cast, and the Next Generation cast), though the idea of the dream was that it was supposed to be everyone. And for some reason Gates McFadden wasn't in pajamas, but a rather simple and basic black bra and panties set. Patrick Stewart was in red silk, Wil Wheaton was in blue flannel (I think with horses on it). William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy were arm in arm, wearing matching pjs, and singing and dancing. They looked like they were having the most fun with it. Brent Spiner was doing the sprinkler, and George Takei started breakdancing at one point. There were a lot of other people there, but the specifics on what they were wearing and how they were dancing are lost in dreamland.

I woke up wishing I could find it on YouTube. I woke up wanting to support whatever it was that they wanted me to. I woke up wanting to ask Wil Wheaton via Twitter if he owned flannel jammies. I woke up feeling good, and smiley, and I giggle a little whenever I think about it. Like I am now, and have been all through the writing of this.

I'm Swamped!

I may have mentioned this here before, but I can't remember where or when offhand, so I'll say it now: I do not watch traditional tv, and haven't really since I started living with my boyfriend two years ago.

We do not subscribe to cable television, and have not even bothered to see if any basic channels come in on our television set. I do watch television programs, and herein lies the subject of this post. For the entirety of my televisual entertainment comes via my internet connection. For most of the programs I follow, I use Hulu. Otherwise I get the shows directly from the website of their origin, if that makes sense. For instance, CBS hasn't jumped onto the Hulu bandwagon yet, so when I want to watch CSI or HIMYM, I go to cbs.com.

It's a system that works out fairly well for me, except for Tuesdays. The difficulty here is that the majority of the shows I watch are added to my Hulu-queue(eueueueueu ("Nanny Ogg knew how to spell banana, but she didn't know how to stop.")) or become available to me on Tuesdays. Here's what I face every Tuesday.

6am - go to work until anywhere from noon to 2:30pm. The joys of part-time employment.
12 - 2:30 pm - turn on the computer, and check my webcomics. This is actually a daily occurrence, and there are so many it's easier to simply open all the links in my webcomics folder every day than try to keep track of which ones update when. I could do a whole series of posts on the different webcomics I read and why they're awesome.
Post-webcomics-reading - check Hulu. The day before gave me an episode of The Simpsons, which I may or may not have watched. New to my queue(eueue) are episodes of The Daily Show, Castle, House, and Lie to Me. For those of you keeping track, that's about 3.5 hours of tvtertainment right there. I don't really know when a new episode of HIMYM is actually added to cbs.com, but I know it airs on Mondays, so I assume it's up by Tuesday afternoon. Which, as I check the website, appears to be the truth.

Then there's Wil Wheaton's Memories of the Futurecast podcast, which is usually updated Monday or Tuesday afternoon. AND THEN there's The Guild, which I catch over at msn.com!

Throw into the mix three more episodes of The Daily Show for the week, CSI (which I'll usually catch somewhere around the end of the week) and finally the Dungeons and Dragons podcast featuring Scott Kurtz of PvP, Mike Krahulik and Jerry Holkins of Penny Arcade, and Wil Wheaton of Wil Wheaton as the members of Acquisitions Inc.

Oh, and I've also started playing WoW again (I'm so ashamed) and am trying to level four characters.

And and I'm reading The Scar by China Mieville, which is a hefty damn book and pretty damn intense. With all this entertainment to glut myself on, it's a wonder I get anything done. I need to devise an entertainment schedule to keep it all straight.

A Little This 'n That

Another catch-all blog post, because I'm bored and easily distracted.

• Is it just me, or does Alexandre Dumas get more boring with each book? The Three Musketeers was fun, The Count of Monte Christo was excellent, Twenty Years After was good enough but took me for-fucking-ever to read, and The Vicomte of Bragelonne is damnably hard to get into. If I make it all the way to (and through) The Man in the Iron Mask, I think I'll deserve a huge fucking pat on the back. All things considered, though, he's it's not as bad as Hugo and The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I've never wanted to stab a book so badly in my entire life...

• I tried the Bacon Cheesy Potato Burrito from Taco Bell today, because I saw a commercial for it last weekend and declared "I must have that!" Verdict: they put sour cream on it, which is what I blame on the... unpleasantness in the bathroom that ensued; normally, all my taco-related products are without sour cream and I never have such difficulties. Otherwise, it was bacony.
  

• My boyfriend's mother asked me if I wanted to go clothes shopping with her last weekend, because my birthday is coming up. I felt bad saying no, but clothes shopping is fucking painful for me. Socks don't fit, because my feet are too small - the heels invariably end up above my ankles. Pants don't fit, because my legs are too short. Even petite sizes are too long. Bras and shirts definitely don't fit, because my tits are bigger than my head. The only thing I can safely buy is skirts (which I never wear) and underwear. Body fail!

• Whenever Kevin Smith tweets about the amazing sex he has with his wife, and Wil Wheaton tweets about the amazing geeky things his wife says, itgives me hope for the American marriage, which Time.com seems to think is on the brink of fail. But what do I know about the American marriage? I was divorced at the age of 21. Actually, I probably know more about the American marriage than most.

• I may be growing addicted to websites like Texts From Last Night and Not Always Right. Each site makes me both glad and regretful that my life isn't more interesting. But it's seriously addicting to just read through the archives.
  

• I have a doctor's appointment next week; I finally get to talk to someone about the headaches I get every day! I'll be very disappointed if the doc suggests I see a chiropractor. It's hard to take the profession seriously when a chiro gave your ex-husband a stroke through a botched adjustment. Also, I wonder what expression the doc will have when he or she gives me my breast exam; I strongly suspect the dressing gown will surprisingly downplay how big they actually are, and am hoping for a look of shocked horror. Morbid? Me?

To wrap things up, here are some photos from last weekend, when we went home to SD to visit friends and fam.




World's Largest Pheasant, standing proud and tall in Huron, SD. Outstanding...

We bought fireworks here. Apparently that's a ride that hasn't worked in 30 years or more. If you look closely (or embiggen the photo by clicking on it) you can see a blue swastika painted on the side of one of the cars.

Fireworks and beer ALWAYS go together!
We dropped a smoke bomb in a puddle.

Kaboom!