like a stork, a silly angel.
Aug. 26th, 2011 09:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
damkiannaI've been going to bed early and sleeping like a rock this week, and yet I feel more tired today than I did on Monday. :P
I missed Burn Notice because my mother's Netflix was extremely long, which I am bummed about; I did catch The Closer, about which I only wish to say I love Sanchez, CAPTAIN RAYDOR YES, and I have no idea who the mole is, but I hope they spin it into somebody doing it because they thought it was right and not a sudden personality transplant. The first ep of Bones that I ever watched was the one where Zack was suddenly a serial killer's apprentice, and that was quite enough of that. Rizzoli and Isles, well. I wash my hands of their ability to plot out a crime whose portrayal and resolution do not make me cringe for one reason or another; I am watching this show for the ladies, Jett Jackson, and the third-to-half of each episode that isn't about the Crime of the Week, and in those respects I enjoyed it relatively well. I enjoyed the dialogue at dinner, but I do wish they'd made more of an effort to develop Frankie's ex as more than just a lying liar who lies. Not touching the schizophrenic witches except to say that they struck me as fairly careful to always refer to schizophrenia as an illness.
I spent yesterday enforcing consistency - in terms of format and grammar, hence the icon - on our faculty handbook, which included redoing the table of contents with revised page numbers twice. I hate page numbers. D:<
And it looks like I spoke too soon when it comes to thunderstorms dropping trees on my bedroom; I think I may sleep downstairs when Irene hits us, just in case. And I should probably kiss the power and the internet goodbye for the weekend, unless we get reeeeeeally lucky - which means I'd better post my![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
genretwisting bingo fic tonight.
I missed Burn Notice because my mother's Netflix was extremely long, which I am bummed about; I did catch The Closer, about which I only wish to say I love Sanchez, CAPTAIN RAYDOR YES, and I have no idea who the mole is, but I hope they spin it into somebody doing it because they thought it was right and not a sudden personality transplant. The first ep of Bones that I ever watched was the one where Zack was suddenly a serial killer's apprentice, and that was quite enough of that. Rizzoli and Isles, well. I wash my hands of their ability to plot out a crime whose portrayal and resolution do not make me cringe for one reason or another; I am watching this show for the ladies, Jett Jackson, and the third-to-half of each episode that isn't about the Crime of the Week, and in those respects I enjoyed it relatively well. I enjoyed the dialogue at dinner, but I do wish they'd made more of an effort to develop Frankie's ex as more than just a lying liar who lies. Not touching the schizophrenic witches except to say that they struck me as fairly careful to always refer to schizophrenia as an illness.
I spent yesterday enforcing consistency - in terms of format and grammar, hence the icon - on our faculty handbook, which included redoing the table of contents with revised page numbers twice. I hate page numbers. D:<
And it looks like I spoke too soon when it comes to thunderstorms dropping trees on my bedroom; I think I may sleep downstairs when Irene hits us, just in case. And I should probably kiss the power and the internet goodbye for the weekend, unless we get reeeeeeally lucky - which means I'd better post my
genretwisting bingo fic tonight.