Here Kitty Witty...

so i was fooling around with some semi-permanent auburn hair dye last week (which of course didn't show up a tad on my hair) and got some on the bathroom floor. and charlie was poking around and stepped in some and now he has one partially red paw. i tried washing it, but to no avail. if curiosity doesn't kill anna, i really hope it doesn't do it in for charlie one day.

charlie is rendered immobile by my fuschia shirt.

the path to 9/11 (abc mini-series on the events leading up to the day) was jingoistic in so many ways, had this really strange wannabe video verite handheld camerawork which i guess was supposed to put you right in the moment, and laid it on real thick after the planes struck. and still, i found myself tearing up. i'm still affected by bad, manipulative, biased movies.

the only thing i liked about it was the, let's call it 'homosociality' between donnie wahlberg's (yes, from new kids on the block) character (an american intelligence agent) and the northern alliance leader.

the unwritten history of the allied struggle against the taliban:



sooooo slashy. oops, i think this may count as blasphemy.

new love: battlestar galactica.
i've been slow to start, even though so many friends love it to pieces, cause sci-fi somehow hasn't managed to pull me in as completely as some other genres. i remember liking spaceships and lasers and spectacular battles a la star wars when i was maybe 10, but nowadays they induce at most some yawns. i think it's the hybrid style of bsg that's enlivening the genre for me: the naturalism or realism--mixed with social allegory and surprisingly exciting shootemup action sequences. the uniforms aren't bad either. i'm kinda liking the backwards wifebeater look.
and, of course, the female characters are great. tricia helfer's the most convincing cyborg ever--walking, talking sex on a stick, former victoria's secret model, and winner of the title of universal model of the world or something ridiculously grandiose and utterly befitting like that.
count me converted.

today i got a totally whacked-out job through the temp agency i'm working for this summer: tutoring a 2 year-old in the mandarin language.
*headdesk* i'm a huuuge sucker.
every week, i'm supposed to drive out to the toddler's house and somehow figure out a way to get her to remember some phrases to say back to her mom so she can feel really pleased that her daughter is on her way towards becoming a good little cosmopolitan. apparently, the mom thinks her daughter's a budding linguistic genius, when really, all i saw was an ornery little whirling dervish who couldn't stay in one place for more than 2 seconds. we'll see about the genius part. and how long this lasts before the poor thing starts hating me.

the marriage of lost, academia, and a really bizarro brand of crack:

"Is the Island a Body Without Organs?"
Matthew O. and Wendy C. Cory look at the island through a Deleuzean lens. They ask the important question: is not the Lost island a "body without organs," a field for the immanence of desire, which we continually decode and deterritorialize?
--Lost Online Studies 1.2

what better way to procrastinate than making videos of my cats doing what every other cat in the whole wide world does: sleep, look bored, and make meepy noises.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrN03ZQVcH0 (for anna)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4-56y2Eddk (for charlie)

'k, got tagged.

List seven songs that you like right now. It doesn't matter the genre or if or do they have lyrics and are they good or not, but they must be songs that you really enjoy at this moment. Put these instructions in your Livejournal with the seven songs, and then tag another seven persons to know what they're listening to.

1. The Way of Love - Mecca Normal
2. I'll Be Your Mirror - Velvet Underground
3. Petite Gouttes d'Eau - Tindersticks
4. You Are Free - Catpower
5. Lioness - Songs Ohia
6. No One Will Ever Love You - Magnetic Fields
7. Lloyd's Register - The Rachels

So, if you feel so inclined, go at it.

I've officially become a Lost whore. Posting theoretical questions on Lost forums that urgently need answering. Trolling spoiler sites. Dissecting screencaps. What's that serial number on that vaccine bottle? Dharma and Sanskrit. Entering fanfic worlds. Learning lingo.

Thought fandom was kinda odd before, but now feel like it's an addiction, or crack as they say. Tell me if this is normal?

This is so obvious it goes without saying, but I'm gonna do it anyway cause it's procrastination time again.
Being a Luddite now when that's so not cool, I have discovered the following law: my attempts to confine myself to my apartment in hopes of working is in direct proportion to my activity on livejournal. Humans are social animals.
And I'm slowly learning etiquette, where/how to post, discovering communities. All new to me. One day, when I have some real time, I may even attempt to prettify my layout.

naps totally disorient me but i definitely need them. just like i subsist on caffeine. if only there were 48 hours in a day, then i could pursue other life-callings. like make some stuff rather than reading and critiquing it all the time. making films with my grandfather's super-8.

so, saw jesus's son and loved certain parts: the baby bunnies and then the tragi-comic incident when fuckhead says "they slid around behind me and got crushed" and starts crying. i could not stop laughing--but that's perverted. it was billy crudup's delivery--he is so passively handsome and endearingly clueless. samantha morton is hot--especially in the sequence where she's dancing up this crazy, impassioned, yet totally ironic storm and the guys in the room are like, duh, what do we do now--that girl's obviously weird.
so anyway, moments of it are good and memorable; others are disappointing. the end was kind of a letdown, though obviously meant to be uplifting. "there's a place for people like us"--somewhere