even the cat will get a better deal.

[damkianna]

Ugh, it has been ages, I am so fail - busy weekend was busy, because J, K, Ka, M, and Q are all home from school. We saw Source Code on ... Saturday? Must have been Saturday. It was pretty good - reasonably well-written, plus Goodwin was AWESOME. However, I felt like there were some sort of serious logical flaws (... it had to be an alternate universe from the start! How could Fentriss's eight minutes of memory include the location of the bomb and the identity of the bomber if Fentriss never, you know, knew that information? What?). Also, the Happy Ending was fiiiiiiiiilled with unfortunate implications, as far as I'm concerned. Yes, fine, he thought he was going to die and it wouldn't be an issue, but the second he didn't die, he KILLED FENTRISS. So much for saving everybody on the train. It's an alternate universe, his mind is in some other man's brain, and the love interest doesn't know it. She thinks it's still Fentriss in there - she thinks it's the guy she's been sitting across from for weeks on the train, not some random stranger IN HIS BODY! D: Only headcanon that he tells her as soon as they go get coffee can save their implied relationship from serious levels of rapiness. DDDDDDDDDD: NO. I'm kind of starting to think the better ending would've been to let him die, and end with Fentriss and Christina getting coffee. I mean, probably I shouldn't let the ending color the entire movie for me, but seriously. Whose idea was that?

BUT. Far more importantly, I am writing this post from a lovely bed-and-breakfast in NYC, where I am spending two vacation days because this evening we were part of the studio audience for the Daily Show. I do not think every single thing Jon Stewart says is necessarily right, but HE IS AWESOME AND IT WAS AWESOME AND OMG. The trip itself has been kind of a comedy of errors, or maybe a comedy of horrors: idriya got terribly sick late last week and still isn't all that much better, and we had to be up at a ridiculous hour to catch the bus for a five-hour-long trip down, during which I got what was only the first of several rounds of cramps. It was disgusting out today, hot and muggy and just utterly abysmal, and we had to spend hours out in it because our rooms weren't going to be ready until after we had to be downtown to get our tickets. We finally made it inside, and I had to leave my driver's license with them because they needed to confiscate a pair of children's safety scissors that were in my purse.

But! Then we finally made it into the studio, which was oddly smaller than I was expecting, and the longitude for Berlin that was displayed on the wall said it was W instead of E, and everything was rainbows and sunshine, pretty much. They had a guy who made us practice cheering and laughing loudly a lot, and then played music so loud my eardrums hate me, and then Jon came in and the rest is sort of a blur of awesome. My cheeks hurt now. I sort of want to watch it later, to see whether I can spot myself in the first pan-around-the-audience thing - probably it'll be too fast, but I can't help it! I am self-centered. /o\ I can't decide whether it was awesome or stupid to wear my Spock t-shirt.

And then we had dinner and it was pretty much the best pasta alfredo I have EVER EATEN. Not that you should believe me, because my taste in food isn't really to be trusted, but. We are going to Uncle Mario's every time we're in New York ever from now on, if I have anything to do with it. :DDDDDDDDDDD Also, the waitress was totally awesome. ♥♥♥♥♥

So, um, in conclusion, the next chapter of Book Two might be a week or two late. /o\ I worked on it a fair bit on the bus, and will again tomorrow on the way back, but in case I can't write several thousand more coherent words by Sunday: it's totally Jon Stewart's fault. :D