the hypercube of happydalek

I found another one of those ugly, brown, shield-shaped stink bugs in my room.  Normally I only find them when they go whizzing by my ear in quiet moments, scaring the living daylights out of me (they're BIG and they make a horrendously loud and low-pitched buzzing sound when they zip by *shudder*).  When that happens, I have absolutely no qualms about hunting the little sucker down, wrapping the toe of a sturdy shoe in a tissue, then using it to crush the little bugger into a chitin-and-innards stew.  (You have to be careful, because squishing them is what makes them stink, hence the tissue for biohazard control.)  But that didn't happen today. 

I was watering my pet cactus Herbert, and I just happened to notice the insect resting on the underside of one of the blades.  It was just sitting there, its long legs wrapped around the sides of the blade for support, not doing anything.  It looked so natural there--a bug on a plant, as nature intended--that I was content to leave it alone.  It wasn't chewing on Herbert or making any aggressive action at all, so I left it there and went about my business.  A few hours later, it was still there, still behaving like a perfect houseguest.  But I knew I couldn't leave there, because if I did, I'm sure that it would have taken to flying around the room in the middle of the night, scaring me out of a sound sleep by plopping onto my hair (or my face!) or doing a low-altitude flyby that would have me thinking a man-sized wasp was invading my room. 

So I made my decision.  Opening my window a crack, I fetched a tissue and used it to carefully disengage the insect (which was about the size of my thumbnail) from the underside of Herbert's leafblade.  Then I whisked over the window and tossed it outside.  No real reason for it, aside from the fact that I just didn't feel like squashing it.  I went out of my way to spare its life. As the Doctor put it:

"Because she smiled, because he's got freckles. Because they begged. And that's how you live with yourself. That's how you slaugher millions. Because once in a while, on a whim, if the wind's in the right direction...you happen to be kind."

And now I really want to watch Boomtown. 

Gabrielle Anwar is incredibly slender.  Like, she turns sideways and practically disappears.  To demonstrate the strange way my mind works, I see that and my first thought is, "Does she even have intestines?"  Because they couldn't possibly fit in a torso that tiny.  IT'S IMPOSSIBLE, I TELLS U. 

Also, how hot does Bruce Campbell look in a black suit with an open collar and no tie, wearing sunglasses and wielding a shotgun?  VERY.  (Oh, internets!  Why must you fail me by not having a pic?  WHY?)  Makes up for all the times he slumps with his hawaiian shirts flapping open.  (Oh but you've got spades of that one!  YOU FAIL, INTERNET.)  I just wish this show would let him do it more.  (The suit thing!  Not the open-flapping-shirt thing!)  (Whew, that was a close one.)

In conclusion, Font size is fun to play with. 
 

Robert Pattinson cut his hair.  Thank god. 

The titles of all the entries on my friends page are missing.  It's just a plain white bar above each post.  Everything else looks okay, it's just the titles.  Weird.  Anyone else having this problem?  It's done it on two different computers on two different internet connections for two days now.  Must be a problem in livejournal. 

( inconsequential, NUMBERED things )

So, yeah. 

"I feel terrible." 

( In summary, blecch! )
Lacking the strength to do anything else, I've thus spent my day watching old episodes of Star Trek on tape (as opposed to Star Trek: On Ice, which would be so. darn. funny.  Hey, they did it for Star Wars). ( Random blathering about Star Trek beneath. )

When are we going to find out the deal with the two Cardiff Gwens?  You can't tell me the name thing is a coincidence.  So what's the deal?  

I just sat through the most incredible power point presentation of my life.  I took down quotes, it was so amazing.  In this one 15 minute presentation (about scrapyards and old cars), I encountered the following (These are direct quotes, mind):

There was impurities.

Still ther were the impurieties

Banning of open inceneration

Shredders where around in the 1920's for copper production

This led to magnetic seperators

seperation

Fridgerators, ovens, washers and dyers

Reduce the ned to mine iron ore

And, appropriately, when he was done he asked, "Is there any questions?"

Whew!  It's nice to be back in my apartment, where my internet connection actually works.  Hello, 2008!  

I am...