Dakota

Started Lost season one last night. Matt and I watched the first episode (the pilot, part one), and tonight we saw part two, and the third episode. It looks to be a very captivating show, moving at a steady pace, and full of interesting characters that I want to more about than 40 minute intervals are allowing me. One thing that bugged the hell out of me was at the end of episode three. I get that they don't want to have all the secrets out by episode three, but Jack was a fucking idiot for not ( Read more... )

Generally, though, I like it. Very curious, although it may turn out to be one of those damn shows that never knows when to stop with the surprises... humans are deep, fascinating figures, but there's only so much you can reveal slowly without it coming off as kinda reaching. I had that problem with most of season 3 of 24, and it was slightly irritating in Alias, although the latter seemed to have that trouble only because it was obvious the writers didn't know if they'd get the appropriate guest stars.

Anyway. It's decent stuff. Favorite characters: Hurley and Kate, easily, even if Kate is essentially Jennifer Garner pt. 2. That's ok. I like Jennifer Garner.

I think I somehow hurt my back when playing air hockey with Matthew.

I guess it wasn't just him kicking my ass. It was me spasming my back out, too.

Swoot.

(He won all 5 games)

Today was a pretty full day of work. It wasn't really stressful or difficult or anything, but it was pretty busy. I ended up being very, very tired by the time 5 o'clock rolled around. Sometime after 6, I even laid back in my chair, cranked up Aqua, and apparently fell asleep. The nap did nothing but make me cranky when woken up.

Matt and I did food shopping in two parts. The first part was him walking around and putting things in the cart. The second part was me actually being alert and putting food for myself in the cart. It ended up being $170, which was pretty obscene, and I still haven't exactly thought about the inexcusable shopping cart rape that was so blatant and unforgiving... Money's not exactly tight, and most of the things we were getting were for pretty general consumption (I did end up getting two boxes of raspberries simply because they were there and not a bad berry in the bunch). I have to say that I don't really want to live in a world where an individual water filter is $10.

Two websites that I frequent like the dickens are bugging the hell out of me. I got into the habit of updating directly from Livejournal.com, using that embedded text box they have, after about two years or more using one of their stand-alone clients. I just hated that I couldn't change the mood icon that I wanted to use if I was feeling a different adjective than the pre-determined 130-some. Anyway, now when I'm typing, the window keeps expanding, and making that horizontal scroll bar, and part of my entry obscured. Fuckers.

The second is last.fm, which is taking a very long time to load my total artists list. As someone who acknowledges that it doesn't matter what my music stats are as long as I am enjoying the tunes, I am also someone who really likes to know "who's in the lead" or whatever. It's all still uploading, but the artists are updating individually as opposed to the whole chart. After Yes, Virginia's release on Tuesday, there's a good 60-some tracks that haven't been added to my list for the Dresden Dolls since then. Nellie McKay is listed on my weekly charts as having 52 plays last week, but my overall hasn't even updated her past the otherwise anemic 40-some that came before that. Blargh.

Matt and I watched another episode of Lost yesterday, which was very interesting. Only one for tonight; Matt has a registration system to make functional by tomorrow.

I'm alone in my section of the office, tomorrow. That sucks.

My shoulder still hurts, but only really now when I touch it. Jamie thinks it's a pinched nerve. That sucks, too.