Spinning on that dizzy edge

I made two vids for Festivids!

Creator (Eureka, Jo Lupo)

What's Your Naked (What's Your Number, Ally/Colin)

They were both really well received, especially by the intended recipients, so I'm happy about that. gwyn guessed correctly that I had made the WYN vid for her, so I owe her a prize. You want icons with that? ;)

I still want to go back and respond to all the comments, which sets up a weird pressure in my head to find umpteen different ways of saying "thank you". Oh, fangirl problems...

I finally got a new laptop to replace my current workhouse with the broken hinge. The new one has Windows 8.1, UGH. I forget each time how much I hate setting up machines to have all the correct bells and whistles, and deleting all the unwanted crap. (McAfee can go suck it with their horrible protection and whiny "don't remove meeeeeee!" warnings.) Having this new awful OS on top of that just feels me with dread. Once I'm done, though, it will be zippy fast, and I can gift the Emperor with my old one (set up in the basement with a monitor, so he won't destroy it with the wonky hinge).

January blurred into February, and now February is almost done, too. As much as I love snow, I'm good now, so spring can arrive any time. Plus, March means my birthday and a visit to kass! Note to self: start planning media to bring for the trip for potential recruitment.

Speaking of new fandoms, I have fallen hard for "Arrow". I blazed through most of seasons 1 and 2 last weekend. I knew it was full of fabulous ladies, but no one told me just HOW full it was! Ladies everywhere! Duplicitous DAs and CIAs and CEOs, a whole rainbow of HBsIC. I was spoiled for a lot of it, thanks to Tumblr GIFs and such, but I'm still enjoying small unforeseen twists. However, I am getting tired of the Identity Angst and SECRETS EVERYWHERE. Hasn't that shit bitten them in the ass enough already?

Speaking of fabulous ladies, "Agent Carter" has ended, alas; I'm trying to manage my expectations so I won't be utterly crushed if it doesn't get renewed. We had a sublime run of it, and the DVDs can't come soon enough. I'm really hoping that "Agents of SHIELD" can build on some of that energy and keep me excited for Marvel on TV.

In other news, "Glee"'s final season is filling me with complicated (and CAPSLOCKy) feelings. What a long, strange trip it's been.

What all are you watching?

...but the clipping that's the hardest part. I'm through the first verse of my vid and onto portraying Sheppard as Universe Man. The portion with McKay as Particle Man was soooo much easier in comparison. I still have two months until the deadline; hopefully I won't need it all.

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Star Wars cookie cutters. I need these like you can't imagine. Never mind that my cookie baking in recent years has been limited to Christmastime...with these I could conquer a galaxy! Or eat Yoda's face, your choice.

With thanks to seperis, and of hopeful importance to dsjones, Technique yields potential biological substitute for dental implants. Stem cells are so damned amazing.

Ancient Egyptian eye makeup might have helped prevent or treat eye disease and skin ailments. I wonder what Daniel Jackson would say about this. I can just picture the Egyptian scientists in the Stargate timeline scrambling to replicate Goa'uld tech once they buried the Stargate.

A review of "Torchwood: The Radio Adventures". These sound REALLY good. *ponders acquistion*

I was talking with miniglik a bit ago about how much I love "Glee", but that I would be leery of hanging out with Lea Michelle, since she gives off the impression of having more than a few of Rachel's more obnoxious personality traits. This interview with her and Jonathan Groff only further confirms my feelings. Um, yeah.

In other news, I continue to Hate Exercising. I've been hitting the treadmill most mornings for a 2-mile brisk walk for the past two weeks, and my weight seems to be bouncing up and down the same damned 2-3 pounds. I'm thinking (hoping!) that it's a case of my muscles gaining ground on the fat. The corners on my thighs seem to be re-emerging, and my husband has noticed a new firmness in my derriere. (He would know, since he checks it daily. *grin*) I have observed too that, though it's not really a burst in energy, I'm developing an aversion to being a couch slug. I've been gardening and weeding much more than last year, and I think I've kicked the Mafia Wars habit. Phew! But between the exercise and giving up chocolate at lunch, I had expected to lose more weight than this. *sigh*

In other other news, because I am a ridiculous fangirl for David Hewlett (and because my inner sulky brat is still pouting about missing the Vancouver opportunity), I am attending both the Minneapolis and Chicago Stargate Creation Cons, but I have doubts that the former is actually going to go forward. Ticket sales have been abysmal (why yes, I have been checking them on a daily basis), and the VIP passes and SGU people meet'n'greet didn't even have any bids. What would be awesome (like a renovated room) would be if they kept it going and simply went ahead with limited attendance - small crowd FTW!

*glares back at vid* John Sheppard, I'm going to make a Universe Man out of you no matter what. Onward!

I find myself lingering over the news of Robert Culp's death. For some, he'll always be half of "I Spy", but for me, he remains Bill Maxwell from "The Greatest American Hero", besides his fabulous (and numerous) guest-star roles. Bruce Campbell owes him a debt, I think, for introducing that brand of swaggering charm and confidence.

I am sad, too, to learn of the Glee Tour - well, not sad about the tour per se, but the fact that I can't hope to afford a ticket at this point. The original prices were somewhere between $40 to $60, but now the cheapest start at $130. I know I haven't bought a big arena ticket in a looooooong time; when did scalped prices become the status quo? A big boo to them all.

Speaking of booing them all: "An Open Letter to Conservatives" is almost everything I ever wanted in a rebuttal letter. The only thing it lacks is a chisel to open the minds of my Glen Beck-loving coworkers so that they'd both read it and give any credence to the copious, overwhelming evidence of "where the Right has gotten itself stuck in a swamp of hypocrisy, hyperbole, historical inaccuracy and hatred." How do we fix this, guys?

As usual, I can count on the Emperor for daily doses of levity. Take, for instance last night: we'd settled him down to bed, I finally got the chance to sit down and relax, when I heard the thumping of feet, followed by the inevitable "Mooooooom! Mom Mom Mom!" call.

Me, yelling up the stairs: "WHAT."
Emperor: "I had to go poopy."
Me: "That's nice! Finish up and go back to bed."
Emperor: "Aren't you going to help?"
Me: "NO."
Emperor: "I miss the old days."
Me: "What old days?"
Emperor, wistfully: "The days when you used to wipe my butt."

The great thing about being at a distance like that is that you can crack up and they can't catch you.

I am busy prepping a list of all the things I want to cram into the day I'm taking off tomorrow. It includes getting the Emperor registered for kindergarten, doing some shopping and cooking for the birthday party I'm throwing for myself on Saturday, and decrappifying the house, among other tasks. Stupid responsible adult stuff, all of it - ah, well.