Grassy Blue Space

Since I am taking a time-out from house-hunting until later in the fall and/or winter and/or spring and have come to the realization that I will be living with my parents in the meantime, I have decided to overhaul my quarters.

Oh, yes, my friend(s).

Overhaul.  Haul [it] over.  Rev. O'Haul.

The rest of the house is becoming temporary holding grounds for all my belongings and acquisitions.  I told my mother to abandon her weekend plans of doing nothing and watching television.  "Frolick outdoors amongst the birds, bees and hornbeam trees, Mother, dear," I said.  "Perhaps, even, get away from the shady turf, and catch som rays on the sunny surf, Mother, o mother of mine," I said moreover.  I had intended, once, to actually let my acquisitions rest in the home of a friend.  This is not a bad idea, nor an impossible one, but rather, a highly stressful one.

Like ... okay.  I'm reading this book right, and the humans in this book, in this particular world have outward manifestations of the souls, like little animals that follow them around and such and the souls can only get so far from their human couterparts because, well, duh, it's their soul, right, and if they get too far it causes immense heartache and physical pain.

This is a decent illustration of me and my acquisitions.  The only real difference is, I feel relatively at peace just knowing they're in my house somewhere.  I can leave and go about as I please, as long as I know that when I return, they are there.  To have them somewhere else would be rather ... gut-wrenching.  What if something happened to them?  I'd feel awful.  Sick, even.  A sort of "Oh-my-God-do-you-know-how-much-that-cost-me-and-could-have-earned-me-if-I'd-ever-sold-it-you-stupid-silly-nincompoop-?-!-?-!" sick, but sick nonetheless.

*claps hands* Well.  Back to the overhaul.

Yes, I am moving all my stuff out, taking all my guitars, posters, whatever off the walls, spackling, painting, drying, moving all my stuff back in with the exception of a few items I'm parting with (dun-dun-DUN) and one that I'm adding, and then going to sleep.

Whoo!  I feel accomplished just planning it out.  I'll let you know how it turns out, because even I am realistic and have considerable doubts.  But, Dad went to bed early just to get up early and help me.  Aw.  My dad is the Shiz.

With that, I take my leave. 

So ... I'm putting in my very firstest offer on my very firstest home ...  I'm all a-twitter with anxiety and OMGness.  There's this huge part of me that is all, "Whapah, brother-man, I'm a'buyin' house, G!"  Then, there's this other sizable part of me that's saying, "Holy Shi'ite ... I'm buying a house.  *dies*"  I'm sure that leaves more sizable parts saying totally unrelated things like, "Someone needs to start an ice-cream delivery service.  On-demand, baby.  Not Schwan.  Like *dials imaginary phone* 'Um, hello, I would like three scoops of vanilla with sprinkles and Heath bar on top ... STAT!' and then they show up at your door in un momento with some creamy ice and a spoon," or, "Blue is so much awesomer than red."

...

But, yeah, buying a house.

Holey Sheet.

Okay.  So, I will never ever talk (or type, as it were) like that again.

But, moving on to the important stuff ... Battlestar Galactica.  Yes, my ungeeky and more cultured readers ... Battlestar Galactica.

I was so happy Number 3 got boxed.  Phew.  I mean, really.  I can only take so much, "It's my yadda yadda destiny yadda yadda the final five yadda blah ..."  I was also very happy that Tyrol pistol-whipped Baltar and that he got a free ride in body bag, if only for the dark conditions.

No, I don't believe Starbuck is a cylon.  Regardless.  I mean.  Hell.  How many of the characters from the original series are going to end up being cylons?  I mean ... really. 

Yes, I believe I'm probably wrong about Starbuck not being a cylon.  That way, I'm not disappointed.

The teaser for next week tells me that Lee and Kara are never going to end up together.  Ever.  It's meant.  But it won't happen, because Ron Moore has a horrible haircut and guys with hair like that (and no discernible chin to speak of, but that's another story) don't do the right thing.  Ever.

On a side note, I need more hot chocolate.

Moving on to Monday night.

One word.  Heroes.  Two words.  Frakking awesome.

I don't remember anything particularly exciting happening, but Hiro Nakamura cracks my up. Greato Scott.  I love him.  And things are coming together.  People are networking.  Heroes are forming bonds.  It's good stuff.  I love it.  Anyway.

Later Dayz,
Yours Truly

So ... I'm totally excited for Sunday and Monday and the respective returns of Battlestar Galactica and Heroes.

EEEEEEEEEE!

I love it.

After realizing that I still haven't seen season 10.5 of Stargate SG-1, I had to have a look-see to find out when the new shows kick up.  You know what they said?

April.

Did you hear that?

April.

Where will I be in April? (hopefully)

England.  Where new shows probably aren't coming back until October.  To steal from another fandom, what the frak?

*sigh*

One day ....