Helenka, Queen of Outer Space

... while I stay up watching last night's Glee. Um ... would RM like to 'splain why Finn had to become that stupid? Oy. And thank TPTB that Rachel was strongly urged not to be a copycat - in musical terms. But, otherwise, it was a pile of lumpy mashed 'taters IMO.

Then, this morning (after a few hours of sleep), I rewatched Vegas a second time. Yes, there were all sorts of stupid aspects to that particular AU, but the musical score (minus all that ::shudders:: country stuff) was subdued but still infused with feeling.

In the afternoon I was scrambling to get stuff done, including washing my hair (which is a chore). As I'm out of shampoo, I used my 3-in-1 body wash that I've finally figured out must be Pina Colada from the subtle pineapple and coconut aromas ('cuz I can't read the flavours on the bottle, not even with my magnifier).

I had a most unsatisfactory call to my GP's office where I can drop off the application with no guarantee she'll even look at it while I wait a couple of hours, though it's just missing her signature on the last page. ::growls in fury:: I tried booking my rides for Tuesday and, predictably, I'm on the waiting list. ::growls again:: It's a good thing I had at least one encounter with efficient bureaucracy in the form of my meals provider, especially as my fave (and presumably only male) CSR took care of my order. And I replied to my second fave deacon about possible housing. Ha! I introduced him to reality where, alas, bureaucracy rules.

I had a delightful lunch, pouring a liberal amount of balsamic vinegar over chopped avocado with a sprinkling of salt (thanks to John's example). No wonder I was in blissed-out nap mode for nearly two hours. Now I think I'm going to stay up to write my thoughts on Vegas for sga_squee. I don't think it'll take the usual couple of hours this time.

And that's a wrap for me. Restful weekend to all. I'll eventually make it to bed in my lovely leopard-print two-piece. Note to self: try to drag out the leopard print sheet set tomorrow. Must match!

First, I stayed up reading until 3:09 a.m. (well, it was a story of about 89K words). Ack. And then I couldn't just turn the light out; I needed to change my brain waves, so played a wee bit of Solitaire on my phone until 3:30. What I hadn't expected was to wake up before 8:00. So. Not. Fair.

My SGA immersion continued with my review of the SGA episode Infection for sga_squee. Hmmm, if I didn't like this week's epi, I'm sure I'll loathe next week's. ::sighs:: I also got in on a Savage Love conversation about a breathless young thing dating her Engineering Prof. Oh, Lord, deliver me from brainless people!

I finally caught up on last night's sleep with a late afternoon nap. It helped, though I still feel wonky. Or is that normal for me? But I'm pleased to report that I've chosen my outfit for church tomorrow, brightening up the black with a summery red and white scarf. So, as I'm on duty, I really, really should toddle off to bed. Like NOW.

So I mentioned some heavy emotional stuff in my conversation with John last night. I decided to be brave and asked if one of the sister cats was dying because she'd been all skin and bones and appeared to be very needy the last few times I saw her. BTW, it's not unusual for me to not know what the cats are doing, because they hang out on John's bed and I see them occasionally when they're eating. So I was stunned when John said she'd died a couple weeks ago. What????? He was crying and I was crying, so I hugged him and then sat down next to him. He talked about how it happened and said he couldn't tell me because he would have broken down. Well, I understand that, because of how I was when Niki died. Now, I'm glad I had that time with her last fall, when she got comfortable and friendly with me while John was on vacation. But, still ... what a shock. And so sad.

Okay, now back to life. This morning I watched last night's Glee. Don't know how I feel about it, but I'm glad Rachel knows the truth. I've been writing my review of Remnants for tonight's sga_squee and will be posting them shortly. I also decided to ask John if he'd like to join me on a walk tomorrow evening along the lake to celebrate Earth Hour. When he came home, he said yes, and also asked me if I'd care for some pork tenderloin onto which he was going to rub freshly ground coffee, some salt, roast and then serve with dark cherries. Oh, yes, I breathed. So, when I woke up from my nap, there was dinner, along with half a baked potato, waiting for me. Nom nom nom, indeed.

Anyway, it's back to outer space for me. I've also taken my arthritis meds, in prep for tomorrow's exertions. Until tomorrow, ciao tutti.

No complaints from me, though it felt a litle strange to watch Glee first, then N.C.I.S. starting at around 7:30 a.m. It's almost as it if were really too early to watch TV shows. Even though the concept of time is extremely fluid for me.

So ... Glee? Is it okay if I like seeing Ryder kissing i/o you-know-who? Um ... what is it that prompts people to blurt out terrible things to ease their own guilty consciences? What about thinking of how it'll affect the hearer? And more yadda-yadda-yadda including a lot of forgettable musical numbers, though I did love Unchained Melody. Stay tuned for more ... complications. And how.

It was a relief having a non-graphic series of deaths on N.C.I.S. especially after the gut-wrenching episode last week. Abby and her BFF were adorable. Well, Abby is always, so it's a treat watching her every interaction.

So, by now it was only around 9 a.m. and I waited the whole day for a phone call that didn't come. Arrgghh. Frustration that will mean scheduling problems for me next week. As I couldn't do anything about that, I got to the SGA rewatch (sga_squee} for tonight's episode, namely Inquisition. I couldn't stand this episode and its illogical premise. It showed, as my three comments were short (well, short for ME). I just have to post my tiny closing remarks and then I'm done. It's just too bad that S5 has been so unsatisfying, even when viewed years later.

The temperatures are rising, the time will change tomorrow ... and my foot is screaming at me (which means that any time not spent watching shows was spent lying in bed or napping). I guess it's just as well that the hospital called about my appointment. Though they're saying it'd be easier for me to enter via Emergency, but my ride provider doesn't list it as an option. Okay, so maybe I'll persuade my driver on Wednesday. The blonde must keep up her wiles, lol.

I sure hope so, since I need the emotional boost. Up without any alarm shortly after 7. It was cold and windy again today. Me SO no like. I worked on my SGA review until about 11 a.m. Whoa! Going through the transcript takes long, especially when the episode is crammed with dialogue and action. So that was the half that I did get done.

What didn't I do? Well I didn't phone a stranger to ask for a favour. This was set up by a friend a long time ago, but I haven't called until now because I've been stubborn. Yes, me! But it wasn't just hesitation and a weird shyness on my part. I was feeling so cold, I huddled for hours in the afternoon underneath the covers. And for some equally weird reason, the back of my right hand has a sharp ache, as if there were an IV inserted. Yes, I know my body is weird, but this is getting tiring. ::sighs::

I had a wee nap in the evening and have just finished posting my review of The Lost Tribe on sga_squee. Well, I still have my summary to do, but I can take my time. I think I'll get back to reading SLOG where I posted earlier but there's always something worthy of MY attention and comment. ::giggles:: I love it when my self-worth in certain aspects is sky-high. [I must be emulating Rodney McKay!]

Alas, I can't take on continental weather patterns. ::sighs:: I got a positive response from RS this morning about getting together (yay), but only cancellation news from that baby brother of mine for tonight's birthday dinner. So, we'll go next week. He's trying to sweeten the pot by saying he has a coupon for free appetizers. ::considers and accepts:: Actually, the delay should give me more time to finish his birthday fic (and to find the artwork which was created before he switched me to Linux, so I can't find it now, 'cuz ... blind).

So we had stupid snow and the odd sound of thunder several times during the day. I got phone calls about medical updates. First, my GP finished the form, so I'm hoping I can pick it up next Wednesday (universe, please get me downtown); and I got a call from the Fracture Clinic at the hospital where I had my surgery in 2011. Wow, that was fast (though why did it have to be the religious hospital again?). I've set an appointment for the second Wednesday in March. They only see people on Wednesdays and I could be there anywhere from one to three hours. Better make sure my phone is fully charged.

I just finished participating in this week's sga_squee. I submitted 7 comments on Tracker, an episode I generally loathed. ::rolls eyes:: But I managed to get through it. ::pats self on back:: I think I shall reward myself with a wee bit of dark chocolate with almonds. And ginger ale.

With extra special FX of coughing and not breathing. ::groans:: So I got up and read for a couple of hours, then took the chance that I might fall asleep again. Yes, I'm so optimistic. But I actually did and didn't wake up until noon. Hey, just in time for brunch!

I finally got around to doing my review of Whispers for sga_squee - one of the most loathsome SGA episodes ever, IMO (considering the military commander becomes a pimp at the end, wouldn't you agree?). Ugh-ugh-ugh. Okay, time to scrub that episode out of my brain. I noticed my fave deacon left a comment on FB, so I e-mailed her. She's been away from church for months, with new health problems. Can I shake my fist at the universe for doing bad things to good people. Yeah, I wish. I also left two minor comments on Savage Love. Otherwise, it was a quiet SLOG day.

While waiting for the phone call confirming my rides, I lay in bed and dozed off. Well, I had to get off my sore butt. And I think I'm going to take some Neo-Citran before bed and hope it works. Otherwise, I think I'd better wrap this up and go look at clothes. Even perhaps choose some for church. Yes, I'm just a card! Hint: Queen of Diamonds!

Why? Well, I forgot to mention that opening the cabinet door to get at the Rye yesterday evening made the ENTIRE door with glass pane FALL OFF. It struck the floor, but the glass didn't break. Still, it was scary. No kidding. I hadn't realized until recently that the door was loose at the top but never thought it would separate completely. Ugh.

I stayed up really late to watch last week's N.C.I.S.. After about 5-6 hours of sleep, I was up again. I ended up watching this week's N.C.I.S. and it was a shocker. I can't wait to see what repercussions there'll be from the two significant deaths. Whoa!

After an open-ended nap, I finally got around to doing my sga_squee review on The Shrine. I wrote a lot. Not surprising, considering how much I love David Hewlett.

I got another scare when I got my ride time over the phone. According to the computer, I was going to be picked up AT 7:40 A.M. in the morning!!!!! So I frantically texted church-John, asking if he'd pick me up. Oh, thank goodness he replied immediately, saying yes. Then I canceled that ridiculous ride. Tomorrow I shall be sending a not-satisfied e-mail to customer service. ::groans::

Anyway, my back is killing me from sitting too long. So I think I'll head to bed in 5-4-3-2-1.

Let's start off with pain. Hey, I haven't mentioned it for a while. Add left eye pain to burning/stabbing right foot pain. Let sit for one minute. Stir and ... scream. Nope, not a fave recipe.

Then let's move on to unfulfilled commitments. I finally did my review of Daedalus Variations and posted several comments on sga_squee. Whoa - that was a lot of work because the episode was very wordy.

I finally got around to watching last night's epi of Castle. It left me feeling unsettled. No, I didn't care for either storyline. Hope next week's will be better, with no domestic entanglements.

Right now I'm mired in reading a mixed bag of fair or bigoted comments to an article. When I seem to get sucked in, I stay until I've read Every. Single. One. Oh, and there were articles as well about our too-dumb-to-believe DIS-Honour (i.e., Mayor). ::sighs::

Finally, I had a lovely sleep until after 9. And a wee unscheduled nap, too. There were fleeting but non-disruptive dreams. Very good, brain. Please do continue.

I finally buckled down and posted three very SHORT and dissatisfied comments on The Seed, last Friday's rewatch episode on sga_squee and am still the only one with ANY contribution (so I can't have a discussion with just myself, lol). What a convoluted plot with an uneven execution.

I also have to roll my eyes at the idea that John would get stabbed somewhere in the torso/abdomen in the second episode, just after he'd been pierced in the first and needed surgery. I don't know about healing in Atlantis, but I'm still feeling the aftereffects of my surgery - from LAST June (2011).

It's a good thing I'll have a better episode to watch this week. Iron Chef, anyone?