Nathan Petrelli officially wins the Douchebag of the Year award. Possibly in perpetuity.



Julia is the cat whisperer... she whispers to cats. xD

I was going to make a more detailed Heroes post, but Julia snagged my computer and I forgot half of what I wanted to say. So, very brief comments:

( I paid attention in high school... sometimes. )

For the most part, I'm pretty happy with this episode, though. My favorite people were hotasses, there was mindfuckery and well-placed punches, I got to shout at the screen and gasp a lot.

My mother just, in all seriousness, asked me to make sure that my sister is sleeping and not dead.

My night, if you couldn't tell, has been less than great.


So. A very early Happy Things post, because I need reminding of things to smile about.

Overheard in New York:
Father: It was the Million Man March. It was a million men marching in the capital for our people.
Son: No girls? No moms?
Father: No girls, just men.
Son: So there was a million penises?
Father (trying to bring it back onto subject): Yes. But it was the Million Man March.
Son: So there were two million balls?
Father: That's not the point.
Son: But everybody had one penis and two balls, right?
Father: Presumably.


I'm going to guess that kid is somewhere in Freud's phallic stage of development.


Two of the best pictures of Milo and Adrian (or Hanz and Franz) that have ever been taken, ever.


Last night, one of my friends was feeling down because of seeing something that reminded her how awful some people can be. I told her "some people can turn out so unfeeling and cruel to other people. But when you see someone like that you just have to take care of other people twice as hard!" And I'm happy that it made her feel better to hear it. (♥ Djuna!)

But I've been thinking about that all night now, and it's hard to keep that kind of caring up when no matter how much good you try to do, there will always be people trying to take advantage of you, or undo your good deed, or simply keep fucking the world up somewhere else. This isn't an excuse to give up, of course, but...

It's hard for me to express this properly, but there's a line between a spirit of service to your fellow person, and a spirit of servitude that allows people to use you, and I think I am starting to figure out where that line is, finally. Even if I would rather be taken advantage of by a few people and help many more, instead of not trying at all, it's good to recognize where I am being a blessing and where I am just being a sucker.

So that makes me happy too, I suppose.

Now, I would be happy if I could get a little more sleep. My eyes are starting to compete with Rahm Emanuel's for perpetually carrying luggage.

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All I wanna do is have some fun ask my mom to take me to the mall so I can get my Christmas shopping done. It'll only take one trip, and I need to get out of this house, preferably alone, for a little while.

I am running low on patience and sympathy. My hands are shaking and I'm starting to get twitchy, even. :/

On the plus side, naptime dreams of chai in a cafe with scaly!Mohinder and S1!Sylar, quite entertaining.

RuPaul as both Michelle and Barack Obama.


oh god, what else can ohnotheydidnt find to weird me out with?

I am feeling strange... so I am going to share the music that is helping me feel a little more okay right now. I know I've mentioned before how I grew up listening to my mom's James Taylor and Carly Simon CDs... something about James Taylor's voice just settles me down even now.

You've Got A Friend
This is NOT the song from Toy Story, lol.

When you're down and troubled
And you need a helping hand
And nothing, no nothing is going right.
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest nights.

You just call out my name,
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running, oh yeah baby
To see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You've got a friend.

Don't Let Me Be Lonely Tonight

Do me wrong, do me right,
Tell me lies but hold me tight,
Save your goodbyes for the morning light,
But don't let me be lonely tonight.

Say goodbye and say hello,
Sure enough good to see you, but it's time to go,
Don't say yes but please don't say no,
I don't want to be lonely tonight.

Go away then, damn you,
Go on and do as you please,
You ain't gonna see me gettin' down on my knees.
I'm undecided, and your heart's been divided,
You've been turning my world upside down.

Sweet Baby James

Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James

Now the first of December was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go

There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway
A song that they sing when they take to the sea
A song that they sing of their home in the sky
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
But singing works just fine for me

I think that one line in italics might be my favorite line he sings in anything.

*sigh* Today I have felt very... I don't know. Socially unfulfilled? (which is a riot coming from me, I know.) I didn't get to the mall today, so I'm going tomorrow.

So I was just told that I am to be awake by 7:45 and ready to leave the house at 8:30 am, because Diane (the secretary) at the SA is going with her mother for some preop thing in Syracuse, and they will need the extra hands. I don't mind going, but... that's really early! Whine.

Rachael is asleep in my bed, because there's too much noise coming through the wall from the bathroom into her room. So I guess I'm sleeping in her room tonight, after the source of the noise decides to turn it off.

Today I did the last puzzle in a crossword book I've had since... July, I think. And I actually finished all the puzzles, unlike the NYTimes books where I complete all the Monday-Wednesday, but can only fill out most of the Thursdays, some of the Fridays, and a fraction of the Saturdays. xD

I love apple cider. I really do. I could happily drink nothing but apple cider. I'd put it on cereal, have it warm in the mornings, apple-cider-tinis, apple cider floats...

Okay, it is time to eat my night pill, swear out the window at the crazy snowfall, and write until I can't keep my eyes open any more. *nod*