Friday, June 30, 2006

by your command

...and the Battlestar Galactica obsessathon continues, unimpeded by such things as good sense, meals, or the fact that my eyes are no doubt being permanently damaged by all this time staring at screens of one sort or another.

I have now started reading FanFiction in my quest to find something, anything, to fill the long, long wait until the new season starts in October. I have listened to all of Ron Moore's podcasts. I have watched all of the deleted scenes. I am holding my breath for the book of essays that's also due out in the fall entitled So Say We All (it can join my essay collections about Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Firefly).

If it wasn't official, it certainly is now: I'm a geek.

Sunday, June 04, 2006


Of course, there must be equal time for the girl cat.

Schrody will sit and pose for me, which is why all photos of him will be prettier. Tish is not so much with the posing. She'd rather come and sit on you and poke you with her sharp, sharp claws. She's not as fancy as Schrody--in fact, she resembles nothing so much as a furry eggplant. An evil eggplant.

Now I must figure out a way to make her pose with an eggplant--for science. You understand.

Thursday, June 01, 2006