RhymePhile's Rat Race

Hey kids out there in Supernatural-loving land!

If you love spoilers for the upcoming Season 5 and you plan on posting uncut spoilers to your journal, please let me know so I can put you on a filter.

Everyone has their way of dealing with spoilers, and if you like posting them in your journal free for discussion, that's cool with me. But I'd rather not know one single thing about Season 5, be it character spoilers, casting spoilers, or pretty much anything, really.

Thus, please let me know your opinion on how you like to use spoilers on your personal LJ, and for some of you I shall see you in September, no hard feelings.

Through links of links, I have two new time-killers: Neatorama and Mental Floss. YAYZ.

It was posted a few days ago and I'm sure many have already read it, but here's an interesting article: 8 Starship Enterprise Facts That Every Trekker Should Know.

If the new one is playing at home I'm going to take my mom. I know it's Father's Day coming up, but my dad prefers to sit in front of the TV yelling at the guys who host fishing shows, telling them they're doing everything wrong.

My father hates sports and has never watched football, or baseball, or anything of that sort. His thing is hunting and fishing shows, Saints preserve us. There's only so many times I can watch some dude with a Southern accent catch bass, y'know?

I hope everyone has a pleasant Father's Day this weekend, whether you are celebrating with your dad, or remembering him. In my case, I hope he's not in a shitty mood, because I'm staying at my parents' for the weekend.

ETA -- Facebook lament from my mother: "Facebook: Everybody added me as a friend.....I only wanted to see photos!!!"

ZOMG BORED. You ever have those days where you've clicked on your Flist like a hundred times and there are no new updates, and you've read your blogs and you've refreshed everything that can be refreshed yet you are STILL BORED? This is where I am.

This is usually where I ask for a writing prompt, but it's almost 2 p.m. and I'm sure all of you are off doing more important worky things or sitting down to tea maybe if you're across the Pond. Aren't you all also sick of my Supernatural obsession? I apologize. It owns me.

Anybody have some good time-killing blogs?

In other news, I've subjected my GF to the season finale of Supernatural, because I subjected her to the episode before that, and I conceivably convinced her she needed to know what happened. However, she DOES NOT CARE ABOUT MY BOYS, which, y'know, makes my heart hurt. *sigh*

But, this transpired last night:

GF: What's your boyfriend's real name again?

Me: Jensen Ackles

GF: *perplexed look* Jansen?

Me: No, Jensen.

GF: Jam Spackles!



Now I'm going to think of him by that name!

She makes up nicknames for all my TV characters. Col. Saul Tigh from Battlestar Galactica was "Billy One-Eye." Admiral Adama was "Stand And Deliver." Paul Adelstein from Prison Break's Seasons 1 and 2 was "Mr. Puffy Face."

And I tease her that her TV boyfriend, Gareth David-Lloyd from Torchwood really only has three first names.

I know I'm not supposed to cheer for the bad guys in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, considering He Who Shall Not Be Named killed his parents and I read all the books and cried every time he looked in the Mirror of Erised or conjured his Patronus that was the same as his father's and Gryffindor!, honor!, destiny!, hero!, blah blah blah.

But every time I walk through the Times Square subway connection I keep seeing Tom Felton as Draco Malfoy on the posters and I get this little squee because he looks so ominous. The poster I refer to is here with my other fave Alan Rickman as Severus Snape in the background. Now if they could have added teh sex Jason Isaacs as Lucius Malfoy, all would be right with the (go Death Eaters!) world. Yes, yes, I know he's in Azkaban in the sixth book. I don't care.

All the posters I see every morning are here. They have them all put together one after the other in the station, so everybody's looking at each other.

This is going to be the most bizarre "look what I found on the web" via clicked links EVER.

I knew about Misha Collins' Twitter feed, and I hadn't read it since he escaped the bunker by turning the doorknob the right way. He's Twittering this bizarre tale, starring himself. It's easier to read it than try to explain it (calicokat reminded me of the feed earlier today).

Anyway, in one of his Tweets he mentioned Alyssa Milano and linked to her Twitter. LOL, I thought, let's see what she has to say.

She in turn linked to this really interesting post on Mental Floss, where blogger Chris Higgins discovered a website filled with Polaroid photo images from 1979 to 1997.

Turns out this guy named Jamie Livingston took a Polaroid photo of himself, his friends, his surroundings in New York City or wherever he was traveling, every single day from 1979-1997. He was a cinematographer and music video editor, and his photos show his daily life. Sometimes the photos show common scenes of his apartment, or images of the television, or street scenes.

You can visit the website to see all the photos.

But what's most remarkable about this is that the entire project is a memorial. Skip ahead to 1997, and you will see photos of Livingston in the hospital, after having had surgery. He's had surgery on his brain, as you can see a huge stapled scar on his head.

Within five months of that photo, the final image is of Livingston on his deathbed.

To learn about the whole project and why it was done, visit Only The Blog Knows Brooklyn and learn how his friends took digital photos of the original Polaroids and displayed all 6,000+ photos at Bard College in NY, Livingston's alma mater.

It's amazing to click randomly and see what was going on in the world on that date -- we see a newspaper reporting the death of Princess Diana in one photo for example, and the 1986 World Series was captured via photographs of the TV. It's also a remarkable study of one man's life, however fleeting.

Absolutely worth a look.

My GF came over last night to watch the Deadliest Catch in HD on my TV, which is big and large and not her dinky 27 inch CRT.

Last night's episode was intense. Captain Keith Colburn of the Wizard had a huge wave hit the ship while four crew members -- one of them his brother Monte, or "Mouse" as he calls him -- were at the front of the boat up on the crab pot stacks. They were all thrown around violently. It was crazy scary. The crew members were hurt, and Mouse broke some ribs.

Then there was a moment when Keith was buttoning up his brother's shirt so they could get him to town and get looked at. This is what transpired:

Me: Look at that. His brother is buttoning up his shirt! That is the sweetest thing...
GF: Wincest in 40 years.

ZOMG, I laughed so hard at her, and she doesn't even watch Supernatural, nor do I read Wincest. It's that prevalent that it crosses fandoms.

In other news, I discovered spnsecrets today. It cracks my shit up. It's just a TV show, people. However, there was one interesting post which said that it was bothersome when people didn't explain which show their icons were from in their Userpics. I took that to heart because it makes sense, and labeled a bunch of mine.

In related news: New mood theme thanks to tonicangel

In other other news, I need to write some Dean/Castiel and I cannot, for the life of me, come up with an idea. I mean, it's killing me. I want to write something canon-esque and plausible and probably UST, but I can't think of a freaking thing to write. Any ideas peepe?

Y'all, I am now officially a New York driver! And it only took me 2 and a half hours!

I went to Herald Square DMV in Manhattan this morning. As I tried to enter the building I was informed there was a line, as it turned out, around the block. The office opened at 8:30, and I was there around 8:15 or so.

I waited outside in the rain for a while, then they herded us in small numbers into elevators, which took us to the eighth floor where the DMV was. Then there was more line waiting. And then I waited on line. Also, line waiting. For you in the UK, I was queued in the queueingest queue there ever was!

Some excitement: two Chinese women who didn't speak a word of English were cutting the line, and some Hispanic lady (or is it Latina? I'm not up on my political correctness) got pissed and went to get a uniformed employee, growling, and I quote, "Oh, you gonna make me, ain't you?" Hee! Then there was swearing and hand gestures and blank stares and much Cantonese (or maybe Mandarin). Eventually, it got sorted even though the guard was all, "I have no idea what you're saying." I was laughing hysterically.

I was doing fine until I went to get my registration. My insurance had to have been in effect for at least 45 days. My card said April. Y'know, I researched the shit out of the NY DMV website, took almost an hour and a half filling out forms last night (no lie), and still I got screwed up. Christ.

I then had to visit Staples on the second floor, call Geico, and get them to fax me a new insurance card. Sheesh.

Then luckily I got an expedited ticket to get helped again, and eventually got it all sorted. In all that time, I listened to music and watched the Supernatural episode "On the Head of a Pin" on my Playstation Portable. Angels, torture, and tears sure pass the time at the DMV!

Unlike New Jersey, I have to wait for them to send me my license. I got a temporary one. I have no idea how my photo will turn out, because I swear the guy that did it looked like one of those weird recluses that live amongst stacks of their own filth and newspapers, I kid you not. Where do they find these people? And I wish they would tell you what's happening. I kept asking "What do I do next?" a thousand times because they never offer information of their own volition. I also had to tell the guy that I didn't need to get my car inspected in 10 days, because my NJ inspection isn't up until November and it will carry over. GAH.

I'm going to miss my Jersey license. I actually look nice in it! I know I'm going to look like hell warmed over for this one. There's no way Weird Creepy Dude took a normal photo!

Ugh, this cold is kicking my ass. Yesterday I went home early, walked over to Myers of Keswick, and spent about $70 on imported biscuits, pickle, and the heavenly LemSip. To help those of you across the pond understand how much markup I have to pay for my Branston, the 360 gram jar is labeled at 89p. I paid $5.45! Oh how I love Branston, though. It's worth it. I also bought Heinz's Ploughman's Pickle, so we'll see how I like that.

I'm drinking the LemSip right now, trying to rid my head of this cold. LemSip isn't available in the U.S. unless you can find a British/Irish import shop, so to explain it's basically a lemon-flavored cold and flu remedy that you pour into hot water. Think TheraFlu that doesn't taste like shite. I don't know what they do to TheraFlu to make it taste like that, but I hate it.

I also bought two steak and kidney pies, and two Cornish pasties. I had one and a half pies last night for dinner. They're about the size of my palm, not a full pie, if you were wondering. I'd never had the steak and kidney before, and I really liked it (what I could taste of it, that is). I haven't tried the pasties yet, but I'm sure I can make my own for less than the $3.95 each they charged.

On the biscuit front, I picked up HobKnobs (my GF loves them), McVittie's caramel digestives (they're, as you say, brilliant), two packages of Wagon Wheels; 2 Flakes, a Mars bar, and two things I haven't tried: Crawford's Bourbon Creams "sandwich biscuits filled with chocolate flavour cream" (the regular Crawford creams are fantastic), and McVittie's Lyle's Golden Syrup -- "golden syrup biscuits with a cream filling." YAY FATTIE FOOD.

Alas, I'm eating biscuits and cookies and junk right before the summer starts. This is no way to fit into my summer shorts!

Today I'm working from home since we have a half-day in work anyway, and I didn't think dragging myself out of bed was worth it. As soon as the half-day is over I'm headed back to bed for a nap!

Thank you, weekend flight to Atlanta, because now I have a massive head cold and I feel MISERABLE. What's worse is that I took yesterday off from work, and I would have taken today too, but I had to make it look like I cared about work even though I HAVE NOTHING TO DO. Whatever. Ugh. My nose is dripping.

The wedding I went to was for my girlfriend's friend, and as weddings go it was kinda crappy. There weren't enough appetizers for the cocktail hour, which meant we didn't get to eat any of those, and the lines for the bar looked like Walt Disney World they were so long. The meal was buffet style, but they had little tiny plates for us to use, and WTF? I want a dinner plate, not a saucer. By then my throat was sore and raspy and I just wanted to go home. Oh, and the cake? I took photos to send to CakeWrecks blog. Seriously.

But I did see the Georgia Aquarium -- which, for supposedly being the largest in the world, was disappointing. They did have the Titanic exhibit though, the same one Ghost Hunters visited this season, where they heard the "Wait, don't go" EVP in the iceberg room. Weeeeeird! When I left I wrote "Steve and Tango 4ever" in the guest book. Heh.

Went to see the World of Coca-Cola too, and the different sodas from around the world was worth the $15 entrance fee. They had these help-yourself fountains set up and you could taste sodas that Coca-Cola distributes from all over the world. I had some fantastic and weird flavors from Latin America, Asia, Africa and North America, but my favorite was a North American flavor from Barq's. I know them for root beer, but this was a "red cream" soda and OMG WANT. It was like cream soda with a hint of cherry. They don't sell it around here. The hell! IT IS AWESOME.

Quick word on the season finale of Supernatural: I was hoping for more, and it was dragged out too much (what with the flashbacks) that it should have been a three-parter with a conclusive ending. I don't mind cliffhangers, but that one was a bit much to wait all summer for. But! There was much Dean/Castiel in this ep to be gawked over, and that is good.

I've sort of been in a fog all this week because of badtyler, where I've been turning it over and over in my head, and eventually settled on being depressed about it. Thus I've been unfocused and meh about things this week, but I'm feeling a little better today. Luckily I have my girlfriend to support and console me. She understands the whole online friend thing.

She's also the one dragging me to Atlanta (as in Georgia) tomorrow for the wedding of one of her best friends. We fly out tomorrow around 4 p.m., and then we're back Sunday. I can deal with that. I hate getting dressed up and doing the wedding thing though. The only reason I go is for the food. I like to get mah snack on, yo.

And tonight's the big showdown on Supernatural. Listen, show, this week has been rather sucky, so although I'm down with the angst and the sad and the sexy angels and the apocalyptic ZOMG SAM VS. DEAN stuff, don't make me cry. But also, please don't suck. This season has been wonderful, and I don't want them to crash and burn in the season finale.

( A few notes about last night's episode )

It's noon and I'm done with my work for today. SO: PROMPT ME, YO.

You have until 3:30 p.m. EST to prompt, and I can't guarantee I'll write all of them. Oh, and since I'm on an SPN high I'm more likely to write those first.

NOTE: This is the only time I'll write Wincest, so if you prompt I'll give it a go.

Fandoms:

Supernatural
Battlestar Galactica
X-Files
Jossverse -- Angel, Buffy, Firefly, Doc Horrible
The Wire
Torchwood
Nip/Tuck
Law & Order:SVU
OZ

The weekends are always busy for me, because I'm still trying to unpack and put things away and OMG, HOW DO I HAVE SO MUCH STUFF?

I bought an air conditioner this weekend, for the cheap price of $259 at Home Depot. Spur of the moment purchase, but whatever, it's done. It's 10,000 BTU, which means I may have to close off the kitchen from the living room area. As long as I can sit in the living room and watch my big TV without melting, that's all I care about. The Apartment Owner had a 10,000 BTU unit in there already, but since she's dopey I have a feeling it should have been bigger. This will cool 500 square feet. It'll be fine. And! Cheap!

Second, the super called me from my apartment a few minutes ago, and fixed the dishwasher. YAY. He's also going to patch the plaster on the electrical outlet where this dramatic mess all started, AND he said he could put the air conditioner in the window for me. We'll see if he can do it -- the thing is only 60 pounds and I was lifting it in and out of the car, but you never know. I told him if he could do it great. If not, we can schedule a time to do it.

Shit, if I get home and that thing is in the window, I gotta come up with some cash to give him in gratitude. Besides, he's a nice guy and I like him. How much would it be worth, do you think? Suggestions?

I got my full security deposit back last week, which was nice after spending nine years in the old place. That's going to pay down my credit card.

I bought curtains this weekend and tried to go the tension rod route, but it's not strong enough, alas. Gotta return that stuff and drill holes for a real curtain rod.

Mother's Day this weekend! Got mom a card and will pack up to spend the weekend for a visit.

I finally hooked up my computer in the bedroom and I have net access again. Huzzah!

I saw one of my TV boyfriends, Felix Gaeta (Alessandro Juliani) last night on Smallville while waiting for Supernatural to start. He was playing a doctor or something maybe, I don't know, because I had it muted since that show is awful. I also saw another BSG alum, Crashdown (Sam Witwer), whose character turned green and had horns or some shit. LOL. Anyone ever play the The Force Unleashed video game? Witwer provides the voice for The Apprentice, and damn if it doesn't look exactly like him, too.

I think I'm going to have to run like 50 feet of freaking coax cable into the bedroom because waiting for the super to drill the hole I need through the wall is killing me because NO INTERNET, *criez*. In related news, the dishwasher is still broken! In other other news: two dudes are coming early tomorrow morning to take the dead air conditioner out of the window. I LIKE SLEEPING LATE, BITCHES, FRAK.

I finished all my work for today, huzzah.

SO: PROMPT ME, YO.

I can't guarantee I'll get to everybody's, but fandoms I can write in (slash, het, etc, I'll go for it, I'm bored):

Supernatural
Battlestar Galactica
X-Files
Jossverse -- Angel, Buffy, Firefly, Doc Horrible
The Wire
Torchwood
Nip/Tuck
Law & Order:SVU
OZ


NOTE: This is the only time I will write Wincest, so if you have a prompt that strikes my fancy, I will attempt it.

PROMPT ME!

DOODS. I MISS TEH INNERTOOBS on the weekends. Reason? I am cheap!

Explanation: I got FiOS, and rather than pay another $7 a month to rent another set top box for the bedroom, I used the coax out connector on the box in the living room and went through the bedroom wall. Then I split it to the bedroom TV and the computer. This means anything I have on the box I can watch in the bedroom, or watch on the computer, and even record. This is good.

The only downside to this is that I need a direct line for the modem/router. It can't be coming from the box. So I need to drill another hole in the wall and run coax to the modem/router to get online.

Then I can buy a remote control extender and change the channels in the living room while in bed.

Other things: I hate the summer and it's not even summer yet. I hate the heat. HATE. Some of this vitriol has to do with the lack of an air conditioner, but it's just general hot weather hate. I should live in Alaska, I swear.

I set up my receiver and components Saturday. I had an extra center speaker, so I made a 6.1 surround field.

Watched Stacy Peralta's Crips and Bloods: Made in America over the weekend. Not what I was expecting; it was more about the history of the African-American experience in LA than it was about the gangs. I learned more about gang history on the History Channel's Gangland. What up, cuz? What up, blood? Boo, Stacy. Get back to surfing/skate movies.

Since my train ride is so short to and from work, I've been reading more. I already finished Little Women (which was fantastic, except for the fact that Jo married the guy almost 25 years her senior, and y'know, actually got married) and have moved on to Pride and Prejudice (which is rather tedious going I must say, as the particulars of upper-crust British society and their astute conversations on such trivial things as writing letters is driving me up a freaking 21st century wall). Up next: Jane Eyre. I'm doing the classics thing.

Hopefully the dishwasher will be fixed today.

Quick Supernatural comment: If Dean and John were (theoretically) hunting together from the time Sammy left them and went to college, when did John find time to have a secret life? Or, does this mean that Dean and John had been on separate hunting paths for a long time and only kept in touch sporadically? The timeline doesn't jibe here somewhere.

I missed my Flist!

If you live in New York and work in Manhattan, you are at the mercy of the Metropolitan Transportation Authority, or MTA, to get where you need to go. Of course, you could always drive (if you could afford to park your car) and deal with traffic day in and day out.

The subway is a mostly dirty, smelly, crowded way to start anyone's morning. Right now the fare is $2, and come May 31st, the MTA has decided to increase the fare to $2.50. That's $100 a month just for the subway. A subway that's dirty, smelly, and crowded. I swear to God, the 1, 2, and 3 downtown platform at Times Square smells like piss Every. Single. Morning. I hold my nose and breathe through my mouth waiting for the train.

And I also found out this morning that the Metro-North railroad fares are going up...by almost $50 fucking dollars. I paid $165.62 this month. In June it's going to be $211.68!!!

So add up rent and travel, that's a little more than half of my monthly take-home paycheck. I'm not even kidding. GAH. And that's before I pay bills.

At least I have a job, and I'm thankful to Whoever Is Looking Down On Me. I don't have to dig ditches, or be in the hot sun all day, or work on a line (I could never, ever do that type of job). But sometimes when I think about where I am in life, after a college education and everything, and wonder if this is how it will always be. I have to be mindful of everything and it grinds on you.

Now I also have to deal with getting that goddamn air conditioner for the summer. *sigh*

I have off tomorrow. I need to set up my home computer!

Tomorrow it will be exactly a month since I moved in, and I don't consider it "home" yet. Yes, I have a bed and dresser and a nice bookshelf. Things are slowly coming along. But this stress with Apartment Owner is giving me anxiety.

I ran the dishwasher again last night, and the water isn't draining properly. I emptied a whole mop bucket and a half of water from the bottom of the thing. The dishes aren't being rinsed properly either. *huge sigh*

So, I e-mailed Apartment Owner this morning and mentioned the dishwasher. I told her I wanted to tell her before I called the super to come look at it.

I also mentioned the air conditioner. I'm putting it sweetly first, and then if she still refuses then I play hardball. Here's what I said:

I was also wondering if you might reconsider either repairing or replacing the air conditioner, since it was there when I moved in. One of the main reasons I chose to rent your place on the sixth floor were the air conditioners. Unfortunately, without the living room being cool in the summer, I can't really get the full benefits of the apartment.

I can understand your schedule with school [she's a teacher] and everything. I would have no problem researching and arranging to get another air conditioner, which I would deduct from my rent, if that would be easier on you. I would research and provide different options to choose from if you'd rather not look into yourself.

Sounds nice enough, right? No threats or demands there. We'll see what comes back. *fingers crossed*

Here's the sitch: I had Comcast until I moved about 2 weeks ago. They were expensive but I got all my channels, and after a bit of tweaking, was able to get a decent download rate on torrents (they throttle torrent traffic).

I canceled their service on March 23. I did it in person at 9 a.m., returned the box, and the moment I did, literally, everything shut off in my apartment.

I was looking at my checking account this morning and noticed they had taken $161.39 directly from my checking account (as I had direct debit set up) on March 31, which, hello, WTF?

After I called once I learned they charge a month in advance, and I would be credited $156.10.

Okay...but then I thought about it. Wait a second. What happened to that other 5 bucks? They billed me for April when they weren't supposed to, and then keep 5 dollars of my money, PLUS the eight days I didn't use service for the remainder of March? Hells to the no.

I called them back and spoke with the lovely Ashley. We were on the phone for half an hour, in which I was trying to explain the problem as succinctly as possible: Comcast billed me for April, and I want that whole $161.39 back, PLUS a refund for the eight days I didn't use the service at the end of March. When people have service outages they get credits on their account. I wanted something like that.

At first she wanted to give me just the month of April, but I explained that they had billed me for the full month of March back in February, and since I didn't use the whole month, I should get what amounts to eight days of credit.

As I explained this she was typing it all out into an e-mail to her supervisor, and then told me the supervisor would make sure the account was credited. Thanks I said, but can I have the exact amount?

She asked me for my phone number to call me back, and I gave it to her, assuming I'd never hear from dear, sweet Ashley again. But she called me back, as promised! Crazy!

As I waited I did a little calculator math, and figured that the cost of one day of service from a typical 30-day month was about $5.37. Multiply that by 8, and it's a good chunk of change.

She had figured that out too, but based it on my actual monthly charges, which were a little less. Finally, she told me I will be getting (*fingers crossed*) a check for $203.96!!! WHOO.

Now with any luck, that check will actually arrive! (And yes, I made sure they had my new address, LOL).

This weekend the girlfriend and I attended the Fat Girl Flea Market over here on 13th Street. I was looking forward to it, mainly because I thought I could add to my wardrobe items other than T-shirts and jeans.

It was held in this teeny tiny square auditorium, where the tables were set up in the shape of a U. You entered at one point of the U and worked your way around. The tables were broken into sections, going from L-XL to 1x-2x, all the way up to 6x. Unfortunately, the tables were just piled with clothes. You couldn't make heads or tails of what was stuffed into the heaps, and although the volunteers did the best they could manage, most of the clothes were categorized wrong.

In this case, I was in the XL-1x category, and many of the clothes there had either been already picked over or most of the clothing was really, really ratty. The clothing is all donated of course, (I donated some nice dresses and skirts), but why in good conscience would you donate things that had stains and holes in it? That annoyed me. People are really looking for things to wear! Don't bring your freaking XL GAP sweatshirt with holes in it!

Whenever I go clothes shopping it's often frustrating because I can never find anything in my size. I'm a 16-18 depending what it is, and ironically, at the Fat Girl Flea Market I had a hard time finding things because everything was too big!

Long story short, I got a wool coat with a hood for $10 (really nice), an Anne Klein blazer for $5 (even nicer), and there was this designer there that had these embroidered blazers for $20, and I got one of those.

From there we went down to the Century 21 store with the thought that I could find some other clothes, but LOL, their plus size section is non-existent. So I bought a tea kettle, cookie sheets, and knives instead.

And then yesterday food shopping, because I wanted to cook a nice fish dinner, until we got back to my apartment to find water pooling under the kitchen sink. UGH. I had to call the super, and the sink needs a new faucet, a new hot water turn-off valve, and new catch pipes because the ones there now are corroded and about to rust through. I called Lauren, the apartment's owner, and let her know to expect. I can't use my damn kitchen sink until it's fixed though!

Got on the L going the wrong way this morning. D'oh! Then I had to get off and pay again to go the right way! Double d'oh!

The Fat Girl Flea Market takes place tomorrow. I have some stuff I'm going to donate, not much, just some dresses my aunt gave me years ago I've worn once. I'm on the lookout for not-boy work clothes, that is, clothes other than my T-shirt/jeans/sneakers ensemble I wear every day. It would be nice to find something!

So, is fandom making head-splodeys from last night's Supernatural? I can see how some people may be upset, but I thought it was pretty funny and (from past sci-fi conventions attended in general) a fairly accurate description of many, many people I've seen over the years. I laughed.

So I just walked from my office at 16th and 9th down to 20th and 7th to the bank, in the rain, only to discover as I was filling out the deposit slip that I forgot the cash I was going to deposit in an envelope ON MY DESK. GAH.

Despite working in Chelsea where there are hundreds of restaurants, I still always go to the Chinese food place across from the projects on 9th because they're cheap and I've never gotten sick (knock wood). Are you one of those people like me that only eat the tops off the broccoli spears despite the rest of it being fine?

Supernatural tonight. Bring the pain, yo. Tomorrow is the Battlestar Galactica series finale, and I am prepared to be wallowing in sorrow today and tomorrow!