Zeo's Thoughts and Wanderings

Well, we ALMOST got caught up on two week's worth of Sci Fi Friday yesterday morning. All we have left now is last week's BSG, and now yesterday's episodes. Sunday morning Sci-Fi, here we come.

We have new downstairs neighbors. In the just-over-a-year we've been in this apartment, we've had downstairs neighbors for just a few months. They had a short-term lease in-between houses. They were okay. I'm not so sure about the new ones. When you can hear the bass from the stereo through earplugs.... Plus, one of them has a license plate that reads "Da Frog." I really don't know what to make of that.

I went to bed last night around 11 pm. It's now 11:30 am, and I'm just now getting up. Although, part of me is tempted to just get something to eat and go back to bed. I slept in the guest room because Matt was being hot, sweaty, sticky and taking up most of the bed. We're all entitled to nights like that (I seem to have more than my share), so I just moved beds. Got some of the best sleep I've had in a while. Although, the guest room was really, REALLY cold.

That leads me to another small rant. Is there such a thing as a home thermostat that automatically senses whether the furnace or the a/c needs to be on, and switches between the two automatically? Ours, you have to manually select whether you want heat or cold, and if you have a sudden temperature drop (like we had the other day), you're screwed, because the a/c will shut off, but the furnace won't kick on, so you wake up a popcicle. Or in reverse, you wake up a little puddle of goo because the a/c won't kick on.

Ugh. The food-and-back-to-bed option is sounding better and better. But I did map out a fluffy little fic this morning, so maybe I'll type it up real quick before I lose it. There's just something about the old 'shipper standby, the motel in the middle of nowhere with only one room available. It's like everyone has to write their own take on it. But it's okay, because it's almost an initiation rite. Throw in freakish weather as a reason to take clothing off, and woohoo!

(hangs head in almost-shame) I dreamt in message boards last night. I really need to take a break from Shipper Central at TalkCSI.
Maybe I really do need to go back to bed.

I need to go to the library. I have a list, and one of my books was due Tuesday (but Tuesday was an "I don't want to leave the house" day), but Matt took my car to work today. So, no library til this afternoon.

I need to do laundry. Don't wanna do laundry. But have to.

What I want to do is sit and watch CSI all day. But afaik, there's no CSI marathon on Spike today, and I don't have the season dvds. Yet. I'm hoping to get my bonus this week, and then it's off to eBay I go. I'm thinking about picking up one of the boxes that has all five seasons in one box. Yeah, I realize they're probably bootlegs. The main thing stopping me from doing so is the fact that Matt has a Voyager box like that, and about half the discs don't play on his dvd player. I still have mine, so we're going to hook it up, see if the discs work in that (since they work on his computer). If they don't, then I'll be hunting for the individual seasons, since I don't want to have to sit at his computer to watch CSI.

Bleargh. Guess I'll start the laundry, and see what happens. I've got about four hours still before he's home from work.

I am a huge CSI addict. I started watching the original, then when schedules shifted, I shifted to CSI: Miami, since I'd be home for it, and not always home for the 9 pm Vegas show. During my nine-month housewifeness, I got back into the original series as it aired twice a night on Spike (and they'd occasionally have daytime marathons, too).

( semi-ranty shippy thoughts )

And it may be just me, but George Clooney, in those Syriana ads, from some angles, looks a lot like William Petersen...and William Petersen, from some angles, looks a lot like George Clooney.