||"Fumbling Toward Ecstasy"
The laptop should be home tomorrow, exactly a month after I last saw it. Evidently there were repairs made to the system board, as well as the touch-pad, and lalalalalaIcan'thearyou... but "Frank" at the repair center said it was on its way home.
Just finished watching FotR for the first time ::ducks ashtray thrown by cee:: and I'm really kicking myself for not having seen it on the big screen. On the other hand, we got the enhanced/extended version, and were able to split it up over two nights, because three-and-a-half hours is a long fucking time to sit in a theatre. Anyway, Viggo pretty, Orli pretty, 'Lijah
pretty much too young. My son is halfway through The Two Towers and was giving me a commentary on where they'd strayed from the original (until I told him to hush). We can't watch TTT until he's done reading it, and then I have to dig out TRotK from wherever it's hiding so he can read that.
Can I just mention that I'm thrilled he's reading this stuff? He takes this book everywhere, stuffed in a pocket of his pants or in his backpack. Like mother, like son, I guess -- I found the perfect fall/winter purse today (it's an addiction I have, shuddup) but it wasn't quite big enough for a paperback, so ... no sale. Sigh.
As soon as I get caught up on Monday's SG-1 (tonight, dammit!), I'm going to mainline S-2 due South. Went out and bought DVD cases for the discs, since the yahoos at Alliance/Atlantis (or whoever) saw fit to package them in the most asshatted fashion possible. Grrrr.
What else? Hmmm. There's a sequel to Lust over Pendle, which I may read in a while. Shrift recced Sea Change, which thrills me no end. And my fingers are so cold I can barely type. Methinks it's time for tea and SG-1.