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So, today consisted of the following:

- Rain. Copious rain.
- Driving to work in copious rain. Very slowly.
- Realizing I hadn't brought lunch to work as planned. Oh, well--though it's still raining, I can run to Subway for a sandwich.
- Walk into parking lot and promptly trip while stepping off curb. Asphalt kindly scrapes my knees and slices tidy holes in my pants.
- Immediately walk to car and drive home instead of to Subway. Knees bleeding. Rain still falling. Road blocked by tow truck pulling car out of trees beside road. Okay, that guy's day is definitely worse.
- Arrive home. Am given Neosporin, water, band-aids, and intact pants (fresh from drier!). Also soup.
- Day improves. Back at work, the office closes early--4:45!
- Home again, home again. Then it's off to the mall for new pants and Doug's pre-birthday dinner at Maggiano's.
- Lasagna and tiramisu. A fine conclusion.

I'm trying to update a bit more often. It's all part of my devilishly cunning plan to overcome my terror of putting thoughts and ideas into word form.

On today's agenda we've got a reading run-down. Here's what I'm reading/have read recently:

Jeeves and the Tie That Binds, P.G. Wodehouse - I've read a great many of Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster stories, but this is my first time reading one of the novels. Quite good fun, just like all the rest, and a very quick read (half on the flight to Tampa/St. Pete on Friday, the other half on the flight back on Sunday).

The Lion in the Valley, Elizabeth Peters - This is one of the Amelia Peabody mysteries, a series of frothy, tongue-in-cheek mystery/romances I devoured at the tender ages of 12-15 or so. Still fun, still frothy, still always tongue-in-cheek. The series wound up going in directions I didn't care for later on, but the Peabody-Emersons will always have a place in my heart.

The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents, Terry Pratchett - Rereading this one because Doug just finished it, and he had to go and leave it lying around where I could pick it up. Talking rats and a talking cat in the Discworld; of course I can't help it.

Starting on that does put off my plans to pick up The Time Traveler's Wife, especially since Doug's now rereading Catch-22. I'll almost inevitably be rereading that next week. Then again, that'd be four rereads in a row (not of that book, but of books in general), and my to-be-read list is far too long for that. So maybe a trip to Barnes & Noble is in order after all.

I think Veronica Mars killed TWoP.

( Don't read it if you haven't seen it. )

Oh dear. I'm afraid I really, really love Doctor Who.
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Dammit. I was already well over 90% dork, and now I'm a Doctor Who fan. Next thing you know, I'll be kidnapping Peter Davison.

I am dorking out big time over the new Doctor Who. I'm talking ridiculous amounts of glee that this exists and is as good as it is. The gods of goofy/serious British sci fi (and of course there're more than one; I expect there's a whole pantheon) are smiling down on us.

This has also resurrected my fondness for the classic Who I watched back in junior high/high school. My doctor was #5, Peter Davison. He is still quite adorable, and I have collected a few nostalgia icons that I'll try to put to use if I ever convince myself to get a paid account.

I am having considerable difficulty creating an authentic-looking bay (as in the horse coat color) with colored pencils.

Today: 1,916/50,000.
Not a running start, but a good one; I'm ahead of my daily average goal. Being that it's only Day 1, and I'll probably run out of steam by, say, Day 4, every bit ahead I can get is good.

Yes, it's sheer crap. But I am definitely having fun anyway.

Oh dear. Tonight's very funny episode of The Office very nearly made me cry just now; the only other show that's ever come close to this effect is The Simpsons. (My response to the "Maggie's birth" episode is pavlovian by now; I start to tear up around the 15-minute mark every time I see it.) Honestly, I'm not a complete mush; it's just that the ending to tonight's Office had a character moment that came completely out of the blue while being entirely believable.

The cast is just amazing, particularly Steve Carell and John Krasinski, and I believe that the writers are second only to the Arrested Development gang in sheer, mind-blowing talent. Why isn't everyone watching this show? Cripes, people, it's Tuesday night -- it's not like you have anything better to do!

Edited to add: In case this entry hasn't made it clear enough, I am a total TV-lovin' dork. I beat my chest and holler it from the rooftops! I will feel no shame! (I also have a lot of books. I can like TV and still be smart, dammit! Why can't I forget the theme to F-Troop?)

Rolling Stones concert -- excellent -- A++++++++++++++++++++
Would see again, floor level if I could. Amazing.

The 40-Year-Old Virgin: Very, very funny. I can't remember the last movie I saw at which I laughed that frequently. (Maybe Highlander: Endgame?) Very sweet, too. I've always liked Steve Carell, so good on 'im.

There was a preview for Serenity before the movie, too -- finally. It seems like every other film I've seen over the summer has had Serenity previews in every OTHER chain but the one I went to. September's gonna be jam-packed with goodness.

Oh -- we had pizza with all of the neighbors on our cul-de-sac tonight. They're all nice folks, so it was good to catch up with them. They have MANY children. Everyone loves Indy on sight, which is appropriate, because he is a Good Dog.