A chronicle of my inappropriate relationship with my washing machine.

This is my new washing machine. I love it. Possibly more than one should love a machine, and definately more than I love anything or anyone else in the house.


I don't even care that it's huge and incovenient and kind of maybe almost didn't allow us to close the bathroom door again ever---it is my beloved and I would have it's babies.

But an advantage to it being huge and inconvenient? The drum is way bigger, and the towels that would have taken me two loads only take one now. Woot woot. Also, there's a little time remaining thingy that I am infinately amused by. Ooh, and a light inside the dryer so when you open it it's all white and bright. Oooh. So pretty.

All hail the machine that brings me clean sheets. Whee!!!

Spent the entire morning listening to every single professor say "OMG MIDTERM COMING DROP NOW OR PROCEDE AT YOUR OWN PERIL OMG", which was not terribly comforting. Although I did start to laugh in art history when the TA was talking about the Last Supper and said, "Okay. And because of that stupid book by Dan Brown now I have to talk about the figure on the left. That is John the Evangelist. It is not Mary Magdalene. If you say it's Mary Magdalene on the exam, I will mark you wrong for being so stupid. I don't care that you saw the damn movie, it's all fake."

Teehee.

So between art history and The Class of the Damned, I've been thinking of nothing more recent that 1400 within the last two weeks. And frankly it's starting to get to me. Just FYI, if you're ever looking for a fun way to kill an afternoon, reading prmiary sources from 1250 is not an option. Just no.

Although my favorite one? Where the bishop is doing his rounds and finds two monks doing it. Oh yeah. Gotta love that shit.

Bought The Prestige on DVD today, and completed my Hot Guys Who Can Also Do Tricks No Not Like That You Perv set. *is happy*

Unfortunately, the Empress is detained at her place of business tonight and we cannot watch it, alas. But perhaps it's for the best- those styrofoam balls and windchimes aren't going to sell themselves.

Seriously running out of space on my DVD shelf, though. I need to expand.

Is it wrong that I hate Amy a lot? Shut up I know she's not real.

In preparation for the Greatest! Concert! Ever! on Saturday, I perused the boards to find out how much merchandise was, and oh holy shit I'm going to need a second job just to pay for all the crap I want.

The pink and brown Awake hoodie? $75. WTF???

The t-shirts are only about thirty, though, and the key chain (I clearly need a keychain) is only five. *sigh*

The obviously inflated prices is just another thing I'm going to have to talk to Josh about after we're married. No, I'm not entirely sure when I'll have time to marry Josh between having Edward Norton's babies and moving in with my washing machine, but thank you for asking.

Going to go make my bed with NEW! CLEAN! SHEETS! *squee*

Oh God somebody please make Neil Diamond stop already.

I'd like to put whomever decided that nine straight hours of Neil Diamond's "hits" while the people upstairs got Josh was a good idea on notice that they are now on The Top of My List. Right up there with Creepy Guy who asked me if size matters and then DIDN'T TIP ME. No. NO. If you are going to make not-so-lightly veiled double entendres, you tip, DAMMIT.

I love how all the CSI fangirls have jumped on the bandwagon and committed themselves to icon-making, and now there is a metric assload of Teh Shower Scene icons on the web. This is the most family-friendly-my-extended-family-reads-this one I could find. *is happy*

Speaking of all things Keppler-related, I read The Painted Veil yesterday. As non-spoilery a discussion as I can write follows.

Really short, and really good, but completely different from the movie (not that I would know, because it is playing exacly NOWHERE east of Madison). And I got really confused at first, because watching the trailer (which, btw, is kind of What I Do now), you know that there's obvioulsy a reconciliation and they have sex and everythings all good, but thats kind of totally not what happens in the book. Also, Liev Shrieber's character is completely different. And that's a good thing.

I seriously need to find this movie sometime before May 8th.

And the reasons to hate Naomi Watts multiply exponentially.

As you may have noticed, my profile pic changed to Raphael's Madonna of the Meadow. Le Petite Gourmet was getting boring. And I love the colors in this piece, as well as the realistic mom/baby interaction. Usually they show Christ as this little person just perched on Mary's knee, but he actually looks like a baby in this.

Even if that is the whitest Mary I've ever seen.

Some random craziness links I need to comment on ---

The trailer for The Nanny Diaries. This is, by far, one of my favorite books of all time. I laugh tears every time I read it, and I completely love everything about it. And I'm less than thrilled by the way this looks. They changed a lot---she was dressed as a telatubbie, dammit, not a red-white-and-blue whore.

Nancy Drew trailer. Oh God no. Do not do this to me. Do not take perhaps the single most defining thing in my childhood and turn it into a crappy Disney-channel vehicle for Julia Robert's niece. I will not allow my beloved Nancy to become the Lizzie McGuire for a whole new crop of 12-year-olds. Make the lambs stop screaming.

Seriously. When is child services going to take those babies away?

Awww...Opie's a grandpa!!!

Prince Harry goes to Iraq. No, I didn't mean for it to sound like a road trip movie. Anyway, I'm not seeing happy endings for this. Now, they say they're going to try to keep him out of dangerous situations, but when you are the Prince of the Infidels, I'm not seeing that happening.

I'm gonna go watch the WB disappear forever. Ciao bella.

If it can happen to *insert name of local weather guy here*, it can happen to you.

My mom and I are infinately amused by that. Apparently sleep apnea can strike anywhere, anytime. Lock up your children.

Water heater guy came yesterday and installed the new one. The best Valentine's ever- the gift of showers. I think I may love him.

First non-Keppler CSI tonight. I think I might cry a little.

This is Sammy Davis Jr. Jr... She is Grandfather's Seeing Eye bitch. She is also mentally deranged.

Tee-hee. Everything is Illuminated. :D

Still in mourning. The world was a little bit less bright this morning when I woke up.

And not just because here on the compound we currently have no ETA on the dismantling of the contaiment shed, so all the light that comes in the house is filtered. We also have no exit strategy from my bathroom. This is not as good as it gets, belive me.

At least the washing machine will be fixed in forty-eight hours. ETA: Maybe not. It just started sparking. Oh shit.

Le anyhoodles, I was overwhelmed yesterday. First, spent most of the morning mentally putting Naomi Watts on that proverbial crashing plane and thinking of baby names to go with "Shrieber" (incidentally, not a whole lot do). Then Josh was on two shows, which was sufficent excitement to last me awhile (TWO WEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). And then The Illusionist came in the mail---whee!!! Also, the little glowing ball on the cover is all shiny. Yes, I am easily amused.

Plus, crazy astronauts in diapers on the cover of People. My day could hardly get any better. Except maybe with this. Yeah. Definately.

Haven't whined about classes in awhile. Sign of emotional maturity? Eh. I think the fact that I'm arguably more upset by the death of a fake character than the war in Iraq takes care of answering that question.


Anyway, they're going pretty well. I hate astronomy guy, though. And we have a test on Monday that I will surely probably fail. Dammit. That was my easy class, and it has been ripped from me!!! Grrr. JMC is good, and the professor realized on Thursday that she has a powerpoint slide that has a picture of Leonardo DiCaprio in every lecture, and is subconciously stalking him. It was pretty funny.


Logic is still insanely easy---even the stuff that I missed I could figure out. Hmmm. I wonder if the Evil Philosphy Department is trying to lull me into a false sense of security...




The one non-Anna Nicole Smith news item on people.com today-I want her life. Now even if they break up, she'll get everything. *sigh* I'm such a romantic...