Tell you what, a week really flies by when you're playing mummy to the world's most hyperactive kitten.

A hyperactive kitten who indirectly gave me concussion and caused me to spend a good part of last Wednesday night in the emergency room. No joke.

I ended up naming her Mia, and have since discovered that she is a) a biter, b) a somersaulter, and c) persistent like you wouldn't believe. She adores our two older cats (who happen to absolutely loathe her) and will follow them around all day while they hiss and bitch and glare at her. All of this makes absolutely no impression on her whatsoever. Optimistic kitty is optimistic.

Still haven't managed to get a photo of her yet. I'll post one as soon as she slows down long enough for the camera shutter to catch up, crazy thing she is. I wouldn't hold my breath though. I've had her for over a week and she's still blurry with speed.

!!! I now own the Bryan Fuller Triple Crown of TV shows, because my Wonderfalls boxset just arrived. I've heard such great things about this show and Australian stores don't sell it so this is a huge moment for me :D More Lee Pace is always a good thing, now that PD has been cancelled *sad panda face*

Speaking of which, word is that Pushing Daisies will now be available to buy locally. No more watching my money get pissed away due to the crappy Aussie dollar, where 25 USD translates to something like $64 AUD.

Finally went to see Watchmen yesterday, but I'll have to leave me thoughts on it for another day, as Mia is currently chewing on my fingertips and licking my ankle (?) and typing is becoming a pain in the ass.

I went out today for a psychologist appointment and some milk.

I came back with milk and a two month old kitten.

As far as impulse buys go, this is a doozy.

I just fell back into that Facebook void I haven't ventured near since the beginning of last year.

Still freaks me out as much as ever.

SO MUCH VIRAL ADVERTISING. MY EYES... THEY BURN.

Because YAY - new icons. See if you can spot the running theme in there.

Also, Watchmen? ( Every bit as fantastic as I was told it would be... )
I'll wax poetical about it a little later, for now I have dishes to do, tea to make and the last chapter of Watchmen to nut out over.

Now my LJ looks like Santa threw up on it. I approve of Santa's rainbow-vomit colour scheme!

ETA: The Great Icon Exodus may have to wait until I've finished Watchmen. I was going to wait until I'd finished this really good bit... But it's all really good. My hands are tied.

Oh my god. Real life has really been kicking my arse these last few months but my unexpected LJ-hiatus is o-ver.

WOO.

Coming soon: a changing of the guard for my icons and layout.

Oh wow. I haven't posted in nearly a month. BAD LJ USER, BAD.

That's what happens when you're busy as all get-out.

And now I have blog-block. DAMN IT.

I'll try this again later *flops and dies*

I've been reading the reaction posts from a lot of my American friends in regards to the boasting done by the French that they were going to 'smash the Americans like guitars'. There's been a lot of patriotic cheering and congratulating among themselves, which is great, really. Pride in your nation I understand and wholeheartedly support.

What's ticking me off however, is the self-righteous attitude and arrogance some Americans have shown towards the French.

Reminder, applicable patriots - that arrogant bullshit about 'smashing guitars'? The American team started it at the Olympics in Sydney, with Gary Hall Jr. saying the American team would smash the Australian mens team... Yes, like guitars. This was before they were summarily smashed by the Australians a few days later *mimes air guitar*

That the French learnt from Gary Hall Jrs' bad example is not something you have any right to pass judgement on, cause while what they said was reprehensible and not in the spirit of the Games, remember that YOUR BOYS WERE REPREHENSIBLE FIRST. Show a little graciousness and sportsmanship in victory. In this particular instance, the French behaved terribly, but keep in mind that your countrymen have behaved shamefully in the past too.

I apologise to my American friends if this has offended you. I do love you guys, and I've tried to remain balanced, though I admit that the NBC putting pressure on the IOC to change the times of the swimming, (thereby fucking many of the finals up for me) has pissed me off a little.

I also don't mean to lump you all together either. I've seen many American sportsmen be very gracious in victory and defeat. I've just gone on what limited coverage of the swimming I've seen so far this Olympics, and so far I just haven't seen a whole lot of sportsmanship from the American team.

I don't want to bend any noses. Consider this instead a call to embrace the spirit of the Games and the sportsmanship that should be at the forefront of any sporting event, instead of the tearing-down and vilification of the other competing nations.

I never want to fill out another tax return form again. As soon as I looked at the first page it was like I was suddenly standing in an Escher painting with a thousand dancing hamsters. Nothing made sense AT ALL.

I also kept flashing back to the last time I tried doing my own taxes - I got a letter back from the nice people at the Tax Office two weeks later stating that I owed them $10,000. Cue heart attack. I didn't end up owing them $10,000 of course, but the whole incident spooked me in a big ol' waking-up-screaming-in-the-middle-of-the-night kind of way.

Buuut I'm feeling incredibly cheap this year and I figured that if the balding guy I usually pay to do my taxes for me can do it, so can I.

NEW JOB STARTS ON TUESDAY!! :D:D

There are no special features for the Australian release of Battlestar Galactica season 3.

THIS IS BULLSHIT.

The U.S. version gets so much extra shit thrown in with their copy that they need AN ENTIRE EXTRA DISC JUST TO FIT IT ALL ON. And what do we get? One crappy-ass trailer that features BSG for, what? .76 OF A FUCKING SECOND. Before moving on to fucking Buck Rogers.

I am so fucking furious. I hate you, DVDPTB.

Godammit, and I was really looking forward to the extended version of the Kara/Leoben paint!sex scene too. Because I am a smutty-minded deviant, yes, BUT I HAVE JUST AS MUCH RIGHT TO INDULGE IN MY WTF!PAIRINGS AS REGION 1 FANS DO, AND THIS... THIS CLUSTERFUCK OF DISAPPOINTMENT DENIES ME THAT RIGHT.

I'm going to look back on this post in the future and shake my head at how very OTT I'm being, but jesus, Aussies really got boned with the BSG DVDs.

Neil Patrick Harris - ILU LONG TIME.

Captain Hammer has finally revealed the asshat lurking within. Doctor Horrible FTMFW! *shakes pom-poms*

Also - totally expected singing telegram from Bad Horse! I want those guys to sing me all my mail from now on.
 
Is it just me or are the songs getting better and better? I was really impressed with Act II. BRING ON THE LAST ACT, BITCHES.

Ok, this? This is me typing from beyond the grave, because JOSS WHEDON'S AWESOMENESS HAS KILLED ME DEAD.

Dr Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog was an absolute riot. Felicia Day is cute as a button, NPH plays the skulking wannabe-evil-nerd-villain awesomely and Captain Hammer's entrance was a classic. They can all hold a tune too, which is nice. Bring on Act 2, I say.

Lena and I are going on a trip to Melbourne in September. I anticipate righteous hijinks and hilarity. Looking forward to my first tram ride :D

Looks like I'll finally be working again. The job I interviewed me for invited me back a second round - sadly, the big kahuna I was supposed to be making a good impression on was miserably sick, so it could be a little while before I find out whether I scored the position or not *fingers crossed*. Don't screw me over now, Cosmos, things are going so well.

The Gladiators* smack-talk is absolutely ridiculous.

I LOVE IT. MOAR PLZ.

In other news, sounds as if RTD enacted some sort of mutually-assured destruction protocol in the form of the Who season finale. Everywhere on LJ I go, Who-fans are either sobbing, forming lynch-mobs or spontaneously combusting.

In domestic news - yay! My room is now clean! Bit of an accomplishment since I had a faulty vacuum cleaner to contend with BUT I GOT IT TO WORK FOR ME BY FORCE OF WILL ALONE. And some duct tape.

*Faux game-show where people sign up to be clobbered by an assortment of tacky red-and-blue padded weapons wielded by athletes gone to seed, ex-personal trainers and mean-looking fuckers built like brick shithouses (see Thunder for an excellent example of number three).

Yayyy! Rain!

Except now I need to get milk and I have no umbrella.

The Age of Terror rocked me like a hurricane. I really hope the boys release a DVD of the show (despite the risk of yes, losing the magic of 'being there' by taping it - SHUT UP whiny fan-people) because I'm already starting to forget parts of the show. Immortalising it on DVD is clearly the way to go. I could care less about the magic.

Funny isn't it, how you seem to lose the details of events you want to remember most the quickest, while events you'd rather forget seem to linger in your memory forever.

I'm trying to find something to pad this entry out with, as there's a sink full of dirty dishes courtesy of the rest of the family, who are currently partying at the Gold Coast, leaving me home alone to clean up after them again. It's giving me the shits in a major way.

UP WITH THIS I SHALL NOT PUT.

7 minutes of drawing a blank later...

Ugh, better bite the bullet and get this unpleasantness over with. At least I have double choc-chip cookies waiting for me afterwards. Yum.

E.T.A. Holy shit, LJ exploded with Who-related madness :-I

Black Books - best thing to happen to comedy TV in, like, forever, yes?

My day of cleaning-myself-the-fuck-up - and by that I mean a haircut and 'brow wax - was ruined by the waxer-girl, who had clearly just returned from a smoke break, because she breathed her nasty smelly breath all over me the entire time I was there and I think she gave me cancer.

Jesus christ, woman, you're in the customer service industry and you charge an arm and a fucking leg for your services, YOU CAN AFFORD A GODDAM PACK OF CHEWING GUM. OR BREATH MINTS. WTFEVER. Your customers are not supposed to have to curb their gag reflexes after leaving the store.

Age of Terror Variety Hour tomorrow. 32 hours, 18 minutes and counting *is antsy*

Does anyone have any advice on dealing with a thirteen-year-old hormone bomb? Because I've lived with my sister for all thirteen of her years and she's not getting any easier to understand. It's emotional whiplash just trying to keep up with her many and varied moods.

Gah, too antsy to be computer-bound. Outdoors it is.

Law and Order makes the courtroom seem so much more interesting and fast-paced than it really is. This is not so. IS LIES.

Because, people? NOTHING happens quickly in a courtroom.

And the carpet was this revolting shade of green I can only describe as 'electric avocado'.

I AM SO FUCKING TIRED I COULD VOMIT.

I have to report for jury duty on Monday.

I'm actually looking forward to it, which is kind of a big deal, since me and the concept of being a contributing member of society are two very unmixy things, and have never been associated with each other. I wonder if my fellow jurors will end up playing Sudoku in the jury box like these guys did. I splorfled so hard when I heard about this.

Recovering from an eBay addiction is almost exactly like recovering from alcoholism. This list will explain why.

1/ Once you're an addict, you're always an addict
2/ The habit costs a small fortune to support
3/ Relapses occur ALL. THE. TIME. My poor bank account.

I have zero creativity in me today :( You can tell because this entry is even more boring than usual. Rrr <--(frustration showing)

I need to try something different TV-wise. At the moment I'm torn between getting into Battlestar Galactica or The West Wing.

E.T.A. - Go ahead and add 30 Rock to that list.

Opinions? Recommendations? I'm stuck here, people.

Also: I shall be trying my first Krispy Kreme donut today. The lines for the place have been ridiculous since it opened, but my sources tell me things have settled down now. Yayzorz, buttery pastry time for meee!