reading:
John Bowe (ed): Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs
Gail Simone: Birds of Prey
Sarah Vowell: Take the Cannoli
Howard Zinn: People's History of the U.S.
But I'm still not done with Farscape season 3! And I went to Berkeley yesterday, and pretended that I had money, and the end result is that I have a few really cool books and a few really cool CDs and I don't get to spend money like that again for a really long time. It's not that I went overboard - I just chose to splurge, with the understanding with myself that if I did it, it meant a lot of sitting at home next week watching cable, eating rice, and job-hustling. Which will happen, so overall I'm not too frelled.
One major Farscape revelation I've had is that when the episodes drag, they REALLY drag for me. I fell asleep last night during, whassit called, "Losing Time" - the directing is weak, I think, and I can't seem to get invested.
Besides, "Green Eyed Monster" just blew me away. I mean, a LOT. Because I was so set up to hate it, hard-core romantic that I am, and it did this marvelous job of making me feel VERY, VERY uncomfortable, and then...
SPOOSH. That's the sound of me melting into a puddle of gooey happiness. *g*
I knew that I'd like Season 3 best of all.
Now, I just have to get past this episode...
Oh, and Dog 2 (the dog belonging to Connie's sister) was picked up last night. So now it's just me and Baggie. It's a lot more quiet, which is nice. But Stella was a sweetheart. When she wasn't watching every bite I took in hopes that some would fall out of my mouth.