AETW: 263
Dyeing: 649
exercise: oh, crap

I forgot to mention that yesterday, I saw another Styx video: a version of “Come Sail Away” from 1996 or 1997. It’s funny, because you’d think I’d be watching VH-1 Classics obsessively to catch Styx/SRP* so often, but it’s really random.

I also keep forgetting to mention my final impressions about “Battlestar Galactica”. (Warning: Spoilers ahead.) In the end, I found that I liked it. I was able to separate it in my mind from the previous show—although I would have preferred it if they hadn’t used the same names, because occasionally I was jolted. I didn’t buy the fact that the President knew Adama was lying about Earth—he’d said it had been a secret in the highest in command, and she said that the President had told her when she was the Secretary of Education, 47th in line for the presidency. No offense, but I don’t think the Secretary of Education was a high enough mucky-mucks to be let in on this one.

The characterisations weren’t brilliant, but they were reasonably done. The Cylons, both robotic and human-like, were truly creepy. The twist on who the other Cylon plant on the ship was, was well done—someone I really hadn’t suspected (although I’d become convinced I knew who it was—the President’s assistant—so maybe I stopped looking for clues). I’d love to see this become a series—they certainly left enough cliffhangers—although it’ll be interesting to see if it holds up with the audience knowing there is no Earth, and thus no hope. It’ll just be “the last Battlestar, Galactica, leading a rag-tag fugitive fleet” without the “lonely quest: a shining planet known as Earth.” (And, yes, I did that from memory. Geek geek geek.)

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No Meg visitations this weekend, alas; her time is booked. I shall remain alone, unless other folks express an interest in going on the home tour.

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Ack! I asked a few folks if they could crit my story, and Jenn said she’s writing a story for the antho—with the same name! It would be wonderful if we both sold stories to it. The guidelines list a bunch of hell clichés (about 70), and the idea is to take one and twist it somehow (an example is “Hell hath no fury” being about the Furies leaving hell in a huff). I figured I’d have more of a chance if I picked a cliché that wasn’t on the list. It’s so funny that someone else came up with the same one. Great minds think alike.

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The new Blackmore’s Night CD arrived today, huzzah! I’m just listening to it now. I want to shred the liner notes, though; Candace Night has NO concept of where an apostrophe goes. As in, they’re not there when they should be, but she’s got at least one inappropriate “it’s” so far. Gnash teeth.

As I was talking to Ken tonight, I copied all of the files into iDisk for him so he could listen to it, too. “After all, you have to abuse technology—that’s what makes it fun” was our credo. Yep. Like the time we both watched “Rob Roy”, when he was in Korea and I was home. We didn’t plan to stay on the phone for the entire movie… We had a wonderfully long talk tonight.

I started the potential collab with Teresa (see “Dyeing”, above) and did a little work on AETW. I’m up to a smooching scene, and I’m good with smooching scenes. Something to look forward to tomorrow. Now I’m going to watch a little TV (catch up on “Joan of Arcadia”, which may be my favourite new show) and do some weaving.

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* Styx-Related Product. Thank you, Rolling Stone.