It’s been a long while now since Buffy, Angel and Firefly went off the air. And far too long without any new addition to the Whedonverse. So I was stoked to read the news about the upcoming Dollhouse, but then the writers guild strike struck. Which Joss Whedon fully supports and I definitely get why it’s needed. But it means the prolonging of the waiting. I hate waiting.
Speaking of waiting and whatnot…why can’t I just do what I want when I want to? Caribou is playing at the Triple Rock. I’ve missed it every other time Dan Snaith has come to town. Tonight looks like no exception. Even if I had a kidsitter, Battles is also playing, at a different venue (a much lamer one though). Instead I’ll just stay home and miss both shows. And pretend I’m doing it on purpose. Some day the little man will be old enough to accompany me (not that he’ll necessarily want to). Last night the poor thing crawled into bed at 6:30. Not a night owl yet, that’s for sure.
Bonus: I hate waiting…but I do like bath time.
Plus: If the kid is feeling up to it, we’ll be hitting up the MN RollerGirls Feast of Hurtin’ this Saturday night. There’s nothing like hearing yo mama chanting “Faster Faster Kill Kill Kill.”
And: Stopped by the library last night and picked up Ghost by Alan Lightman. Next on my list is Stiff by Mary Roach. Between that, and my burgeoning addiction to Bones (thanks a lot Maria!) I’m a little worried about where my head is at. Hmmm.
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Mwa-ha-ha. Bones is *such* an interesting show . . . and did you notice? David Boreanaz and Emily Deschanel are now co-producers?
i just finished reading stiff recently. it was surprisingly funny.
Dollhouse, Stiff and cupcakes. Yes, yes, and yes! However, that cat video is the strangest thing I’ve seen in a very long time. I always secretly knew they’d like water if they had no hair. How I knew this, I dunno.
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