It has been driving me CRAZY for weeks, wondering where I knew the woman in the TMobile ad with the eleven bulldogs named Steve from.

Then, tonight, I wasn't watching, only listening, and it's Veronica's mother from Heathers.

Oy.

and only changing the subject slightly, I have to say again, the Watchmen ad is made of sex.

My DVDs live in a closed cabinet in my new apartment, and I kind of forgot about them. After watching Saved on Tuesday though, I decided today to go back and watch some of my old favourites. I started with Love Actually which is my favourite Christmas movie ever, even though it totally makes me cry. Emma Thompson's and Laura Linney's storylines especially. My fave is Andrew Lincoln and Keira Knightly,though I know it squicks some people.

I moved on to 10 Things I Hate About You, which I hadn't watched since Heath's death. It was making me a little bit sad, and I cuddled up under my duvet, and managed to sleep through the final third of it. (I've seen it probably 15 or more times, so it's not like I was confused when I woke up at the end.)

After that I watched Parenthood, which I bought for 99 pence when I was in England last summer. I hadn't seen it in YEARS. Everyone playing over 25 in it looked about 15-20 years older than they purported to be. It was kind of weirding me out. Keanu was SO SO young and pretty.

Finally, I watched Drop Dead Gorgeous. Amy Adams! I totally had no idea she was in that. Alison Janney continues to be utterly awesome. In that and 10 things. And everything else she does. Also, I have a total crush on Kirsten Dunst even though she's jail bait in that movie.

Tomorrow I need to pack my laundry to go home to mom and dad's. And tomorrow night I am going to a pot luck that I was invited to by people I've met once, at the house of someone I've never met at all. I'm nervous as hell. But there will be gainfully employed, and hopefully (at least a few) single lesbians there. *prepares to dip toe into dating waters again*

I finished off my bottle of Bailey's tonight. And now I'm feeling kind of sick. :(

Point the first, I am no longer a funnel cake virgin. I kinda wish I were though, because I feel horrible. Though this might have more to do with having gotten heatstroke.

We spent all day at the Tapestry Art Fair in San Jose, talking to people about PFLAG and Proposition 8. We talked to some really interesting people, including a few who were undecided or leaning towards voting Yes, and who are now planning on voting NO! \o/

12-5 in the heat and just.... yeah. I drank about 5 litres of water and stayed in the shade of the tent thing and put cool towels on my neck, but it wasn't enough. I am SUFFERING.

But I feel fantastic for having done some campaigning, and so I'm counting the day a win. Am finally home and am going to go to bed shortly. No premire night for me. My head hurts too much to turn on the TV. My DVR better be doing its job.

Our booth was between the Democratic party booth and the Scientology people. Interesting.

Must find more pain killers.

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There has been a lot of sad and unhappy around today, and I wanted to post about good things.

• first meeting of my new writers' group went amazingly well, and I found out two new things about one of my characters
  
• had lunch with my BFF and her two kids at Pier 39, and it was WONDERFUL to see her. Haven't seen her since November, which is too damn long. We've been friends for twenty-nine years. And that's something really powerful.
  
• I got chatting with a totally adorable man and his (probably) foster son on the trolley on the way home, and it was one of those conversations that makes you feel alive and good to be that way.
  
• Mom found the housewarming card she sent me last year when she was helping me pack my old apartment, spirited it off, added little 'again's and 'still's to it and mailed it to me in my new place, making me grin.
  
• Definitely, Maybe is just as wonderful as I'd hoped it would be, and Abigail Breslin is just cuter than a cute thing. (and Isla Fisher is still smokin' hot)
  
• Butterfinger Blast ice cream.
  
• I finally posted fic!!! It feels like forever ago that I last did that.
  
• My f'list is filled with gorgeous, talented, generous and wonderful people.
  

Happy Friday!

I went out with my mom today, to the De Young Museum in Golden Gate Park to see the Gilbert and George exhibition. The link takes you to the tate gallery site, where there are videos and pictures that explain their art much better than I could. I was absolutely enraptured (and occasionally a little grossed out). I did have to explain to my mom that 'spunk' is male ejaculate, for she was not familiar with the lingo. I didn't know that she didn't know she was looking at blown-up pictures of dried jizz on glass.

The museum has been substantially re-done since I last went there when I was... 12? Some people say it's an amazing building, I think it's amazingly ugly, except on the inside where it is stunning. We went up the tower and looked at the view and then looked at the glass art and the flowers, before having lunch and then hitting the G&G exhibit.

The flowers were special, this week only, and they were amazing. ( Large picspam under the cut. )
8 pictures and for those of you with skinny layouts looking at this embedded, some of them will stretch it. You have been warned. They fit fine on 90% layouts though.

After the museum, we went to the Apple store, where we spent about an hour talking to the macbook expert about whether mom wanted to buy a macbook when she replaces her laptop. the Brother's computer has died, and hers still works fine but not brilliantly, and so she decided to give him hers and get herself a new one. I was seriously wishing I got a mac when I got a new computer in the summer. I was practically drooling on the macbook Air, but it actually suffers quite a lot from being the lightest laptop on earth. Then I drooled on the new nanos for a while.

THEN, cos we weren't tired enough after that, we went and did the mom has a mani/pedi, I have my legs waxed thing. I was so envious of her bubbling foot spa while I was suffering crazy pain. I do feel tons better when I've had it done though, so it's worth the suffering. There's an awesome neighbourhood hippy grocery across the street and I went and got some milk, and also some California Rolls and that rice wrapped in thin tofu wrappers, the name of which I can't remember at the moment. It was delicious.

And yay, my book that I ordered two weeks ago finally came. I have a story I want to write, and I needed it for research. That might have to be a spring break thing though, cos I've got other school work this week.

Which I really ought to get to, I suppose.
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eta in case you don't know this about me, I am the most phobic spoilerphobe on earth. So nothing below is based on anything other than where I can see things going based on aired episodes. Also, please no spoilers for future eps in comments.

I don't do much meta, mostly because I feel like the people on my flist say what I'm thinking much more coherently than I do. But I was musing at the bus stop today, and wanted to put it down on pixels (as it were).

I wonder if I would like Supernatural better if I didn't ship Sam/Dean. The idea popped into my head, and I felt shock and horror, but then thought about it a little.

The show for me is pretty much entirely the epic love story of Sam and Dean (thank you Sera). So anything that is threatening to separate them, to make it about anything else, feels like a threat to the show. Not another direction, not a different arc, but a mortal threat.

Which got me thinking about Buffy. What if I had shipped Buffy/Angel? Would Season 2 have felt like the start of a slippery slope and Season 3 felt like betrayal? What if I'd shipped Willow/Oz? Would the introduction of Tara have made my blood boil? In fact, I'd never heard of fandom or ships when I was watching Buffy, and I didn't ship anyone (except Willow/Tara, because OMG LESBIANS ON MY TV!!!). And while there were some aspects of the show I didn't always love, I never felt betrayed or like my show was in danger (from the writers. the networks OTOH...). Well, until S7, but that was another issue.

Then I wondered if the reason I had so much hatred for S3 of House was because I was a H/W shipper. S3 brought us a pretty much unrecognizable Wilson, and his relationship with House was broken. Would I have liked the season better had I not felt like they 'broke' my show?

Now. When I say would I like SPN better? I'm not saying that I no longer like it. It does cause me anxiety that I don't feel about other shows as far as direction. I do feel that there are directions it could go in that would make me feel angry, upset and betrayed. Even directions that it is quite likely to go in.

so.

comments? criticisms? witticisms?