V, Riddick, and Irritable Innards

Well, I'm back at work. It's a lot slower tonight than it was last night. Too many people called last night, interrupting my quality time here at work. Right now I'm watching the original miniseries, V. When I first saw this back in the 80's, I was moved by the comparisons between the Visitors' and the Nazis and how quickly reality can change with the right amount of pressure, fear tactics, and propaganda. I really think that V should be mandatory viewing for all Americans at this time in our history. Gee, don'tcha think Diana looks an awful lot like Laura Bush? <---sarcasm

I got an incredible e-mail from Steph today about the sequel to Pitch Black. Supposedly, it's entitled Riddick and is set 5 years after the events of Pitch Black. Oh, hell yeah! Nothing goes better with a hefty helping of Science Fiction than big ole side order of Eye Candy. Riddick always put me in mind of Darth Maul in his demeanor and physical grace. This is, of course, based upon the Maul developed at the Darth Maul Estrogen Brigade from the rudimentary character George Lucas so woefully neglected. I think Ray Park was perfect as Darth Maul physically, but Vin Diesel would have been a fine candidate as well, especially since he has a Sith voice and poor squeaky Ray does not.

I have been nauseated all day long. Just really sickly and puny. I swear I think that my body is successfully fighting off the flu, but is still having some reaction to the virus because I've felt horrid all week. My insides feel like someone has been using an eggbeater on them. ew.

Sunday Reflections

Our cat of almost 18 years, Paisley, is walking the house meowing. She keeps frequenting the litter pan, but not using it, and she's drinking an ungodly amount of water. From all I've heard and seen about feline kidney disease, this isn't a good omen. Looks like I'll be dropping her off at Dr. Patch's in the morning.

Today it is decreed that I will do nothing whatsoever. I get so freaked out on the weekends now because that whole 3rd shift business messes with my sense of time, I wholly unsure this is indeed Sunday. I don't have any chores to do or obligations to fulfill until tonight and, dammit, I'm going to veg shamelessly.

This evening, the GUUF women's circle is having their Solstice celebration. I am to go and sing seasonal carols, hopefully with other ladies. Embarrassingly, I've hardly practiced, so I'm looking at possible humiliation as I struggle with any high notes or odd lyrics. Oy. I've been debating on what to wear, like my wardrobe choices are so multitudinous! I've decided to go with my Happy Hannukah sweatshirt, overlayed with my red and green flannel. If I had a Kufi hat, I'd pretty well be decked out for all the holidays. When we get to the joys & sorrows part of the service tonight, or prayer requests, or magickal suggestions, or whatever the hell it's gonna be this time around, I think I'm going to ask that healing energy be sent Paisley's way.

I awoke no longer nauseated; rather, I'm a bit peckish, so I'm off to find some nibbles before my busy day of doing nothing commences.

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