Gonzai Gallery

If you haven't seen the first 3 eps of Dexter Season 6, run, run away! Quickly!

OK, for starters:

( Spoilers Abound )

The Washington Post ( has lots of them. )
Quite a few Jayne hats, Cylons and Star Wars dudes abiding. My clicky finger died half way through, but I think my favorite was "Everyone hates paying taxes. What makes you so special?" Truth, indeed.

Leave me a comment and I will give you a letter. Then, write 10 things that you love starting with that letter. Post the list in your journal. Give out letters to your commenters in return.

I was tagged by kradical , who has assigned me 'G'.

1. Going on vacation. Because I haven't. In years.

2. Gilmour, David. With the exception of Mark Knopfler, far and away my alltime favorite guitarist.

3. Genesis. I'm only a moderate fan of the band, but I do enjoy them. My brother and best friend are both obsessed with the band. And they were just on WTMD's countdown.

4. Great Pyrenees. I wish I had the physical and logistical wherewithall to have a big dog, because I love this breed. Ever so mellow big fellows, we have a half GP in the office and he's a perfect dog.

5. Gouda cheese. Love a good smoked gouda. That's a gouda.

6. George Carlin. I miss his genius and his sarcasm, his wit and intelligence. He was a great one.

7. Gallagher. I was a big fan in the day, to the extent I saw him at the Meyerhoff and had to wear a trash bag. Still picked mango seeds out of my hair for days after. Laughed my backside off, I did.

8. Galaxy Quest. Speaking of laughing my backside off...I think I know some of these people ;)

9. Games. Football, minor league baseball, ice hockey; or Monopoly, Scrabble, Can't Stop, etc. Game night is a good night.

10. Galactica. Cheating slightly here, as I of course mean BSG, the modern version, and all of the awesomeness that it was.

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Except that Baltar did. Unless I"ve completely lost my mind, Baltar dropped the REAL F Bomb, not the fake one, in tonight's ep of BSG. I've never heard it spoken on a basic cable show before. Wow.

More tomorrow on the crazy day today has been, assuming I can type. My hands are killing me.

Um, yeah. They aren't kidding on the blood part. Mom doesn't care for BSG, but normally she ignores it. Today she walked out of the room. There was a particular point where I nearly did as well, even though I guessed (correctly) what was coming.

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So post-ep, we went to dinner, tried PF Changs and learned the hard way, that place is packed. And then watched many sitcoms guest-starring Alan Tudyk because I really needed the happy stuff. Meep.

Somewhere along the line I picked up a stomach virus, which took me out entirely for a few days this week, and I'm still wiped out and sore from those couple of days. (One thing I have never understood from college to this day; why, exactly, is vomiting supposed to be fun?) The one thing I did manage to accomplish this week anyway was a quick portrait of Col Saul Tigh from the new Battlestar Galactica. Bruce is heading down to Dragon*Con this week and was game to get a couple autographs for me, so I whipped this one up for Michael Hogan. Bruce is also getting Edward James Olmos for me. And with a little luck, Nathan Fillion. I hope.

 

Well, failed to reconcile the Vista vs ITunes situation, but at least I managed to convince ITunes to rip CDs again. Slowly but surely, my music collection goes digital. I was able to update my website for a change, and even posted the one new piece of art I've done in the last few months that worked out. That would be Pushing Daisies' Emerson Cod - usually I either go quick and use pencils, or do reverse drawing (white on black) but given the emphasis on color in 'Daisies' I decided to do Emerson in full color. So here goes my first attempt at a cut, Emerson's bottom right:
I screwed up the BSG tape, so I'll try again with the new ep today, I taped it again last night. Finally saw Revenge of the Sith for the first time. Yikes, but someone needs to not let Lucas write/direct. Better than 1 & 2, at least. Meanwhile I have got to stop watching the Capitals - they're terrible when I'm watching, but (apparently) quite good when I'm not.

The dog show was all right - they had something called 'Meet the Breeds', which rocked. 4-5 dogs of different breeds were in a small area and you just walked right in, met the dogs and talked to their owners. Lots of fun for everyone, good for photo-taking, just a great idea. And we found some orthopedic shoes that Mom is just loving, she'd better love 'em for $70 (I paid). But the place was so huge we really couldn't take in the whole thing, and the first people we met weren't very nice, so it cast a pall on the day. My run-in was with a woman who had a total hissy fit because I had a camera with me in the general vicinity of her and her dog. She felt I was there to photograph her dog, put the pic on the web and claim I owned the dog.(!) There's paranoid, and then there's her. Rule refresher: spectators are encouraged to bring cameras and take photos. And there's pros taking photos all over the place. Get used to it. Afterwards the restaurant we were going to turned out to be not open yet, but we found a nice Irish pub and had burgers while sitting on a couch watching rugby. Very cool.