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Okay, I really don’t have any 5 o’clock news.  I just love that I’ve already been to the store, done dishes, cleaned up a bit, and it’s only now five o’clock!  As I’ve mentioned before, my new position means I can pretty much work whatever hours I want, as long as it’s within the hours that the building’s open and we get our 8 hours in at the end of the day.  Which means that I’ve been going straight to work as soon as I drop Jim off for work.  Yay for that.

So, I thought I’d post.  It’s been a bit, enough that Jim was disappointed the other day when he checked my blog for updates and found that there wasn’t any.  Well, that would be because, again, work.  Between working more nearly 11 hour workdays and my new (admittedly self-imposed) schedule, I have almost no alone time to post.   So I’m sucking it up and posting now, with Jim here.

Okay, so Jim’s in the kitchen making me dinner.  (You know, where a man belongs.  BWAHAHAHAHA.)

Like I said, nothing new, except that Jim and I are in the middle of watching Riverworld.  I bought it for him as a reward.  For something.  Never you mind–the point is that Jim made an interesting observation when Sam Clemens and his crew showed up on the screen.

“Let’s see,” he said, “we’ve got here a perky, female engineer…a prostitute that has an Asian feel about her…and a likable square-jawed leader.  Gee, what does that sound like?”

The answer:

Firefly

Seriously, Jim and I have decided that as much as we love Joss Whedon’s stuff, he sure does like to “borrow” ideas.  Which, you know, not wrong–writers do it all the time.  But I never knew until I met Jim how similar Buffy and Angel are to Jim’s beloved Highlander series.  Proof?  How about an immortal man who is cursed by–get this–gypsies so he cannot get married without something awful happening?   Jim could name you all sorts of other similarities.

Regardless, so far, Riverworld is pretty good.  It is, however, a very long movie that really needed to be a series.  Jim told me that it was actually a mini-series on the SyFy channel.  (By the way, I hate the new spelling of the SyFy channel.  I thought the purpose of being geeky was to show off how damn smart you were.  SHEESH.)  Anyway, I guess for the DVDs, they smooshed everything together into one big, long movie.   They shouldn’t have.  There’s a LOT going on in it, squashed into too little time, so you don’t get to…to…savor it.  Yeah, I said it.  SAVOR.  I just used a food word for a movie.

Did I mention Jim’s cooking dinner and I can smell it and I’m so hungry?  Also, I’ve been dieting.  That doesn’t help.  I lost something like three pounds in two days, which makes me very happy, but also, it makes me want to EAT A FREAKIN’ CAKE.

Nevermind.  I can’t talk about Riverworld anymore.  All I can think about is cake.  The moment is gone.

If there ever was a moment for a dramatic collapse and heaving sobs, this would be it.  Let me eat cake.

First off all, I’d like to say, “Hello, Internet world!  You’re lookin’ mighty SEXY today!”  Yeah, it’s been a little while, hasn’t it?  At least it hasn’t been months, or in the case of my old friend Adam, nearly two and a half YEARS since he updated his blog, but what other people do on their blogs shouldn’t matter, right?  It’s been well over a week, and I try not to let it go more than a week without updating my own blog, even if it means updating it with garbage.  Because last time I checked, frolicking around in Internet trash was my idea of a good time, anyway, as evidenced by some of my bookmarks.  (WOW, there’s a site that talks about Warcraft lore?  MUST.  CLICK.  BOOKMARK.)   

See what I mean?   

Anyway, I’ve been busy.  Obviously, I have not been busy writing “Homebrewed,” as you can see with the lack of them.  I now have to write three.  But I’m in luck!  I’ve had this whole week off from work to do whatever I want, and catching up on “Homebrewed” is on the list.  Yes, I’m really blowing PTO on writing about our D&D game.  Shut up, I’ve earned this.   

Okay, admittedly, so far, I’ve wasted the first three days off doing other things.  But there’s still two more days, plus the weekend, giving me four more days to, um, do what I said I was going to do in the first place.  

Enough of that.  Like I said, I was busy this last week.  Jim and I are pretty much homebodies, but last week was probably our most social week in a while.  Saturday, we had our game with Phil, which, of course, always eats up most of the day.  Then Sunday was Jim’s family reunion.  I managed to capture pictures on my cell phone.  Grainy ones.  I’m telling ya, I know this cell phone is supposed to be nicer than my old one, but I’d give anything for a regular, old flip phone back.  If nothing else, it took better pictures.  

Here’s the family reunion.  Well, some of it:   

Jim's family reunion, from far, far away.

And then, this hilarious picture of Jim, climbing the slide on the playground while smoking a cigarette: 

Jim, smoking on the slide.

He’s totally a bad influence:  As soon as he started climbing up the slide, this little kid followed right behind him.  It quickly became clear that the little boy wasn’t going to be able to haul himself over the lip at the top.  Luckily, Jim was there, cigarette dangling from lips, to pull the boy over.  Hopefully, the kid won’t mimic Jim’s smoking habit and just stick with climbing slides he can’t quite handle.  

So that was Sunday.  Wednesday night was the housewarming barbeque for Jim’s sister Wendy.  She just bought a house in a neighboring town.  It’s pretty nice, but when I walked in, I had the strangest sense of déjà vu.  There was a party a couple years ago that I went to, and that house reminds me totally of the house hosting that party.  I doubt it’s the same house, but it does have an eerily similar layout.  But the barbeque was nice.  Jim and I spent most of the night talking to his grandmother, his step-mom, and a couple that owns a retro furniture in that town.  It took me a moment to place them, but when Wendy introduce us, I thought, Ooooh, yeah, these are the guys that own that furniture store that we went to while shopping for our sofa!  We didn’t get anything from their store, not because it wasn’t a cool store, but because I’m not into retro furniture.  Like, at all.  But, hey, if anyone lives in southern Illinois and likes the retro stuff, give me a yell, and I’ll find out the name of their store again. 

Anyway, I didn’t take pictures of the barbeque, so…sorry. 

So, my week off was kicked off with a trip to the dentist.  They estimated $4,000 just to get my front four teeth done.  OUCH.  I was happy that I was approved for their credit thing, but even drawing it out over three years puts me at $100 a month and paying $500 out of pocket.  But it’s better than what they had initially quoted me, which was over $1600+ up front.  

The dentist ate up quite a bit of time my first two days off.  Other things that were on the agenda for this week:  Lots of Warcraft, working on the Lego pirate ship blanket, submitting Jim’s work to publishers, and watching Firefly/Buffy/Angel. 

What I’ve actually done this week:  So-so amount of Warcraft, very little on the blanket, zero Joss Whendon TV-watching.  We did get season five of Supernatural, though, with a Best Buy card from my parents that was a belated birthday gift.  We’ve also been watching quite a bit of Roswell, which Jim is kind of “meh” about.  He’s taken more of an interest in season two, and while he claims to like the series, I can tell he’s not overly fond of it, either.  

Something else I haven’t mentioned to many people that I wanted to do this week:  Find out more about gaming conventions.  Let me explain.  No, I’m exactly hard-up to go to a gaming convention.  Being a homebody means I don’t exactly get excited for social stuff.  (Although, admittedly, I used to go to ACen, and I had a lot of fun there.  Still, I didn’t exactly go trying to make friends.)  I don’t even get excited about famous people being at conventions because I simply do not care.  I am not one to squeal over famous people.  Squealing’s for pigs.  I’m a woman, yo.  

(Did I just say “yo” after that sentence?  Why, yes, it looks like I did.  How classy.) 

Anyway, the main reason why I’m interested in checking out gaming conventions is because after our own D&D game, I’m convinced that Jim is the most awesome, most fun, most badass DM ever.  He’s also probably the sexiest, but that’s besides the point.  So what is my point?  Jim’s too damned skilled as a DM to be wasted on me.  I’d like him to try running games for people who actually know what they’re doing.  In case you missed the “noob” jabs at myself in all my “Homebrewed” posts, I do not know what I’m doing. 

And, oh yeah, I totally want to watch.  Doesn’t that sound creepy?  Go head, Jim, do it with all those other people.  I like to watch. 

But, alas, my friend Kyle has mentioned that a lot of conventions require you to run a 4th edition game, which Jim is unfamiliar with and uninterested in learning.  So I was gonna snoop around online and see if I can’t turn something up.  Yup, all without Jim’s permission.  Hell, he probably wouldn’t even want to do it.  I’m just…curious.  Is that a crime? 

Eh, damn, it’s getting late.  I need to get off here.  Yet another “social” thing on our calendar tonight is going to Jim’s mom’s because his brother is in town from overseas.  I don’t mind seeing Jim’s family.  I really don’t.  I’m lucky that I’m going to be marrying into a really awesome family.  I just don’t do the socializing thing very well if I’m not in a certain mood.  But, hey–that’s where the Vicodin that the dentist gave me will come in handy, eh?

Last night, Jim bought me season 4 of Dexter, “just because.”  He says this is because I’m always buying him DVDs, and he wanted to return the favor.  Works out well, since we both love the show.  Except I always end up getting frustrated by the close calls Dexter gets into because of his “hobby”:

Me:  Arrgh!  Dexter, if you’d just stop killing people, you wouldn’t keep getting in this mess!  JUST STOP.  It’s easy!  I don’t kill people all the time!

Jim:  I don’t know, Spring.  I think it’s a little like Pringles:  Once you pop, you can’t stop.

Jim’s so funny.  Speaking of Jim being funny, he posted on his blog pictures of the cthulhu we got from Ruth “meeting” the Hearthstone soap we got from Emma.  Unfortunately, he didn’t give it a title, so I can’t link to the entry directly.   You’d just have to go to his site and look at the August 19th post.  Right now, it’s the first one listed.

Grr boo hiss…I’ve got to get dressed for work.  But at least it’s Friday, right?

[Edit:  Jim went back and added a title to that entry I mentioned, which is here.]

Well, I was going to work on “Homebrewed” yesterday, and I had a big chunk out of #17, which was two game sessions ago now.  So I pulled up the draft, about to try to put a dent in it, and guess what?  WordPress ate my freakin’ post!  I’m wondering if this is going to be the end of the “Homebrewed” series; I’m going to be pulling overtime every day this week, and I very highly doubt that I’m going to have the energy to come home and cook, clean up, be a fabulous girlfriend–er, fiancée–to Jim (it’s still a little weird to say), and spend hours working on “Homebrewed.”  I’ll try, but like I said: I think this might be the end of them.  They do suck up a lot of time.

In other news, Jim picked up Firefly this weekend, and we’re already almost done with it.  It took me a bit to get used to the western-meet-space feel, but now I like it.  Although our conversation about the space-meets-west didn’t go so well when I told Jim that gee, this reminds me of Cowboy Beebop.  And then Jim got offended, haha.

Well, here I am, pushing it to the last minute again, and now I REALLY have to rush to get in for overtime.  Later, peeps.

Checkin’ in, ma!  And a real quick check-in because I signed up for overtime this week, and I’ll need to be going soon:

• Last night, Jim and I finished off Angel.  Now, you’d think being the big Buffy fan that I am, I would have watched all of Angel a long time ago.  Not the case.  I saw some of it but not all of it.  And WHY?  WHY?  It’s great.  And leave it to Joss Whedon to let that axe fall where it may when it comes to killing off characters.
• I’ve decided to try to cut down on Internet usage.  Why?  Because I feel like I waste a lot of time really doing nothing on here.  So I’m going to pop on here for an occasional post, check email/Facebook, a couple blogs, and then leave.  I’ll probably leave Warcraft mostly for weekends.  What will I do in the meantime?  Well, cleaning, for one.
• Last night, I started my less-Internet thing on a good note: I spent most of the night shopping for groceries and made Jim buttermilk oven-fried chicken, which he LOVED.  I don’t know if worked as well with my Quorn, but he was pleased, which was the point.
• Since we got leftovers from last night, I know tonight won’t be spent in the kitchen, so my plan for tonight is to start working on the next “Homebrewed.”  So look for that.
• OH.  Guess what Jim told me?  Jim took yesterday off, and the lady from the bank was back with court papers for me.  Apparently, The Ex is losing our old house again.  FOR THE THIRD TIME.  Luckily, after going to court last time, I found out they’re not after me for the money (I’m actually not on the note, so if he loses it, they can’t come after me)–they’re only summoning me because of “interest” I might have in the property.  Which means that if my ex sells it and gets money from it, I could get possibly get a portion of it.  Which, no, I have no interest in.  I’m only interested in getting my payments, not extra money.  In all fairness, I told the ex he could have the house, so I don’t see why he shouldn’t have any profits that he can get from it.

Which begs the question: Where is his money going?  He’s not paying his bills, he’s not paying me.  (He’s almost 5 months behind in his payments.)  Jim and my guess?  Up one of their noses, heh.

Oh, well.  That’s his problem, not mine.  My problem right now is that I need to run to work and put in some overtime.  And, boy, am I dreading it.  Yesterday, several portions of our system was done the entire day, so today, we’re probably going to get slammed with people calling back from yesterday along with the normal Tuesday crowd.

I already can’t wait to get back home.

For Jim.  (He’s gonna kill me.)

C’mon, you can’t say you see NO comparisons between Sailor Moon and Raelan!  Look at all the wand-spinning.  Although, granted, the Wizard of Vengeance is probably not going to preface his attacks by shouting “Starlight honeymoon therapy KISS!”

Yesterday, at 5 AM, I made the executive decision to call in sick.  I had a MASSIVE headache, the kind where even your cheekbones hurt, and stomach pains.  I had been trying to horde my PTO, but no way was I talking to people all day with that kind of a headache.  After Jim came home, he felt my forehead and announced that I also had a slight fever.  I didn’t even know that.  I just thought it was a little warm, but we’ve been having a heat advisory, so I didn’t think much of it.  So much for my theory that my issues were blood sugar related.

Today?  Day two of staying home.  It’s not nearly as bad as yesterday, and I had a heated debate with myself whether or not I’d go in.  I feel better but still not 100%.  I decided, hell, I still have 1 unscheduled PTO day left, I should be getting another one back tomorrow and a few more hours back sometime in November.  (I was late to work around then due to a flat tire.)  I’d rather just stay home and get completely over it rather than go in, drag whatever this is out, and end up calling in sick later in the week anyway.

But staying home sick is boring.  Okay, yesterday, I didn’t have much problem because mostly I slept.  A LOT.  I guess I should have been clued in that something was up over the weekend when I took a nap Saturday afternoon.  I never nap.  But I slept all yesterday afternoon, went to bed early last night, and slept until 9 this morning, which is late for me.  Even for sickness, I think I’m all slept out.  I feel kinda spacy, so I’m glad I didn’t go to work (keeps me from screwing up and getting an error), but now I’m in strange place: Well enough to be bored but not really well enough to feel like doing anything about it, either.

I really wanted to use my unscheduled PTO for something like, you know, deciding out of the blue to ditch work and go to the zoo or something, not for actually being sick.  Oh, well.  I guess that’s why we tend to call them sick days.

So, right now, I’m writing in here (I always feel like writing, even when I am sick) and watching Supernatural.  The comments to last entry has convinced me that I really must watch Firefly.  According to Kyle and Ruth, it’s a must-see.  Like I said, I’ve always wanted to see it, I just never got around to it.  Maybe I’ll ask for it for my birthday, which is only a couple months away.  If I ever pick up knitting again–and you know I will–I might try doing that Jayne hat, even if I’ll never, ever wear it.  Why?  Because, apparently, other people would.  Maybe I’ll make one for them.  Like I said, it does look fun to make.  I just can’t fathom why anyone would wear it, but those people who would would at least give me an excuse to make it.

Thanks to Kyle’s wife Nikki, by the way, for linking me a pattern to it on our forums.  I have bookmarked it.  In fact, I think I’m going to put that as a planned project on a site I just found yesterday, during the time I was actually awake.  The site is called Ravelry.  I still haven’t sorted out what all you can do there, but I guess you can get patterns, keep a “notebook” of your current projects, keep inventory on your needles, stuff like that.  Interesting stuff.  Well, if that’s the kind of stuff you like.

I did a lot in the short time I was awake yesterday.  I opened an account on Etsy, for one.  I like the homemade stuff idea.  Plus, I saw on Ruth’s blog that she’s opening a shop up there to sell cthulhus, and I’m thinking of buying one from her.  I want to see what those things look like in real life; I think I might try my hand at one.

Of course, this will be after I finish Jim’s pirate ship blanket.

What else?  Oh, yesterday, I tried to get into Live Journal to read someone’s blog and saw the username I wanted was taken.  Surprised, I looked up the journal and realized that my username was taken by ME.  I had opened an account there in 2004 and forgot about it.  Surprisingly, I remembered the password!  So I logged into LJ and joined some communities.  I’m also going to move my Myspace posts there, since Myspace seems to have a glitch where private blogs are no longer private.  (Way to go, Myspace.  And you wonder why everyone is making the jump to Facebook.)  Also, I’ve had some personal stuff pop up that I don’t want to post on a public blog.  So, hey, if you have a Live Journal, add me–http://chaoticspring.livejournal.com/.  You can hear me complain about stuff there.

Most of my posting will remain here, though.

Well, I guess since I’m all slept out, I should look at the Savage Worlds PDF that Kyle linked for us in our forum.  I think even I can manage that.  Besides, I would like to not be late at getting my character created.  I was late for the first character concept because I missed seeing the deadline on our forums, and I felt bad about it.  I don’t want to be late again. 

I wish Jim were here, though.

Yes, I’m writing before work again.  AGAIN.  I tried to write last night, but then the boy toy interrupted me to tell me about something–I don’t even remember what–so I got distracted and threw in the towel.  I have a hard time writing when he has the Charmed marathon going on in the background, anyway.

Did I just demasculinize my boyfriend by admitting publicly that he’s having a Charmed marathon?  I’ve already seen all the episodes myself several times, but Jim hadn’t, so he decided to watch it.  But you know what I want to watch when he’s done?  Harry Potter!  I bought the five movies from Hastings last weekend, and I’ve never even SEEN the last movie. 

Hell, I never finished the books.  I guess that should be next on my list, but trying to get me to sit still long enough to finish a book is hard these days. 

Speaking of sitting still, I need to sit still long enough to finish that pirate ship blanket that I’m making for Jim.  It’s gonna take me forever, I can already tell.  I’m using the pattern that I used to for the latch hook, and basically, I’m just saying that 1 square on the pattern is going to equal 4 double crochet stitches.  I warned Jim that using the pattern and doing it this way means that it’s going to be ”blocky” looking once it’s done, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all.  One day, I really should learn how to do my own patterns so I can make something a little nicer, but eh, I think I need to just learn to finish projects at this point.

Anyway, I was figuring it out, and if I do a couple of rows every night, I can be done with this blanket within a couple of months.  But it’s kinda hard when I already skipped working on it for two nights in a row.  I know!  I’m awful!  But I was freakin’ exhausted.

What else?  Hey!  It’s Friday!  And guess what?  Phil’s game for tomorrow has been cancelled, so I get Jim all to myself on Saturday.  They were wanting us to do overtime at work, and now I’m all like HELL, NO, I WON’T GO.  Boo yah.  It’s just gonna be me and my man.  Well, and Natalia, Raelan, Grugor, and Julium.  Yup, we’ve decided that since Jim will be home tomorrow, we’re going to run our ”Homebrewed” game then rather than tonight.  That way, we have more time and can have a full game.

So, yeah, sorry, but the next “Homebrewed” post will probably be long again.  Suffer.

Ah, I should get ready for work, huh?  HELL, NO, I WON’T GO.  Except, yeah, I will.

The night after I had that last dream, I told Jim that we must eat the fortune cookies that came with our dinner for luck, since my dream could mean I’m about to die.  He agreed.  I opened my cookie and groaned.

Jim: What is it?

Me:  “You’re next in line for a promotion.”  A promotion is the next step to something else.  And what comes after life?  DEATH.  My promotion is DEATH.  What does yours say?

Jim:  “You will regain something you’ve lost.”

Me:  It’s your single status!  Because I’M GONNA DIE.

Go ahead.  Laugh, make fun, but the cookie prophesied it.  You’ll see.  One day, I’m totally gonna die.

If my dreams are predictions, let me jot this down while I’m thinking about it:

Last night, I had a dream–well, really, a recollection while I was sleeping, heh–of several of the death scenes from Sailor Moon.  That’s what woke me up at 3:30 AM.  Seriously.  I was like, “Wow.  I haven’t thought about that show in a long time.”  By the way, you might think it’s a silly show–okay, in all fairness, there’s a lot of silliness to it–but Sailor Moon has some pretty moving death scenes.  What this foretells: I will be buying Sailor Moon, even if only for nostalgic reasons.

Da-da-DUM.

Then, the night before that, a dream that I only partially remember, and this part, I only remember because it was so bizarre: I was in an auditorium with a crowd full of people.  One woman, located dead center of the room, had a big, misshapen head.  She got into a fight with another woman.  The other woman slapped her and part of the Elephant Woman’s face caved in, as it were made of styrofoam.  There was a  collective gasp and people backed away.  Did Elephant Woman bat an eye?  No.  Instead, she got on her soapbox and started lecturing about how this is why Canadians were better than everyone else: They would NEVER hit someone with a gigantic, spongy head.  What this foretells: Someone’s gonna bitchslap a Canadian, and we’re all gonna be horrified, because who hates Canadians?  Nobody–unless they’re preachy like this lady.

All right.  My foretelling has been foretold, folks.  Impressed?  No worries.  I won’t be quitting my day job any time soon, heh.

In other news:  About a month or so ago, I mentioned to Jim that he and I needed a hobby together.  We both like Warcraft, true, but with only one computer, we can’t actually play together.  We can only afford so much gas to drive around (although we both love going for long car rides and chatting), and I can only handle watching so much TV before going nuts.  So, a few weeks ago, while in the shower, I suggested something to Jim I’d never thought I’d suggest:  D&D.

Seriously. 

There’s a catch.  Jim has tried running a game with just me, Shannon, Phil, and himself back when we first started dating.  This fell apart quickly.  I’m too timid for that kinda stuff.  Not to mention the fact that I felt ridiculous and wondered what kind of cult these people were trying to suck me into.  (Jim admitted later on that he was worried I’d dump him because he was “too weird.”  And I was worried he was gonna dump me because I wasn’t weird enough!)  At the time, I didn’t really know any of them well enough to be comfortable.  Now?  Well, I’m pretty much just 100% comfortable with Jim, period, end of story.  Anyway, Jim had once mentioned that he made a game just for his little cousin to teach his cousin how to play, so I knew he could do one just for me.  So that’s what I asked him to do: Create a game where just he and I will be playing.  Bashfulness shouldn’t be such an issue, then, plus Jim’s prepared to do a little handholding along the way since he knows I have zero clue as to what I’m doing.  And we will be doing something together!

I’m trying really hard here to get interested.  I’m trying to come up with a character and everything.  I’ve decided on a druid.  Jim said humans and elves were best for that, so I picked human.  Human over elf because…well, I am a human, so I have a frame of reference there.  Not really sure what elves are like exactly, aside from kinda prissy.  To get into the spirit, I’ve even picked up Jim’s Masters of the Wild: A Guidebook to Barbarians, Druids, and Rangers.  I secretly call it “Dork Training 101,” but I’m trying hard not to say that to Jim’s face, heh.

But I think going over to the dark side will be worth it, as Jim seems to like this idea a lot.  Although he’s admitted to me before that he was glad I wasn’t a “gamer girl,” he’s also turned around and told me he thought it was too bad I didn’t game because he thought I’d be good at it.  (Not if I don’t get over the bashful/uncomfortable/they’re-gonna-lock-me-in-a-room-and-make-me-read-religious-texts-about-dragons feeling.)  Don’t ask me what makes a good gamer, though.  He just said I knew a little bit about a lot of things.  To me, that just makes me sound like yet another Liberal Arts major, unable to make a solid commitment to any one subject.

And on the subject of commitments, I’ve gotta pick my geek–er, man–up from work.

Damn, it’s been a week.  And what a week.  Recap!

• Jim and I have both been sick.  Jim definitely has it worse, but the day I stayed home because I had bodyaches, he babied me like nobody’s business.  I’m glad he drew the line at the pacifier.  That could have been creepy, heh.
• Snow days!  I hate driving in snow.  So I didn’t.  Thursday was a snow day, and I left work early Friday because it started up again.
• Jim’s finally messing around Facebook.  I’m shocked.  He wants to be very selective about who can find him online, and originally, he was worried that when he denied friend requests, drama would ensue.  I’m sure it would–if he was, like, in high school.  He’s since denied a few and saw there was no big fallout from it, so he’s getting comfortable.  Pretty soon, he’ll be denying like a pro, along with messages that send hopefuls a video pop-up with a guy laughing maniacally, yelling DENIED!  MUHAHAHAHA!Actually, I hope he never does that.  That would be tacky.  It would also be funny.
• We finally saw New Moon last night.  Jim’s just been full of surprises; he’s very decidedly anti-Twilight.  I did want to see it, but I’m not a “Twihard,” as they call it.  I’ve read the series, and I think it has some major flaws.  I don’t think it’s as great as everyone says it is, but it isn’t as bad as other people say it is.  It’s like people love or hate it on principle or based on who’s in it.  It’s kind of like the New Kids on the Block thing all over again.  (I just totally dated myself there.)  The movie was kinda…”meh.”  I have some very definite opinions on the series in general, both pro and con.  One day, I’ll write about them, but today’s not the day.

Okay, bored now.  End bullet points.  I give up–I’m reactivating my Warcraft account.  I have nothing else to do when Jim’s sleeping and I can’t turn on the lights or make noise.  Bah.  BAH, I TELL YOU.