I got a Student Free Day yesterday, sort of. Cletus's car broke down on Wednesday night and because he is a very poor college student, I took his car to be repaired. I also played chauffeur and drove him to his shiny brand new job and also picked him up. See what an astonishingly good big sister I am. There should be prizes. Or chocolate at the very least.
In the interim, waiting for the mechanic to call that we could pick up his G-ride, I played Jak 3, which is unnecessarily difficult. I didn't have nearly this much trouble with God of War and it's really pissing me off. Some days I just want to chuck it out the window and wash my hands of it. Other days, I'm all -- DAMNIT! I've invested DAYS of my life into this game and I'm not stopping until I've passed it.
In other news, Drive has been cancelled. I can't say that I'm surprised. I just knew that an unusual Fox show featuring Nathan Fillion was destined for early cancellation. However, I am deeply astounded that it only took four episodes. How is a show supposed to develop and/or attract an audience if you only give it four g-damn shows to do so? I didn't start watching Buffy until S3, Roswell caught my attention when they re-ran season 1 during the following summer at like midnight or something ridiculous, and my first Farscape episode was Look at the Princess 2, half way through the second season. Firefly was already cancelled when I saw my first episode, I didn't even know that it was a show that had been MADE until it was already cancelled. Imagine my horror at discovering that it was an awesome show, too.
WTF, Fox?! WTF.
My shows are pretty skimpy these days: Medium, and Heroes are the only network shows that I watch with any regularity; and the cable stuff is all anime (Basilisk, Bleach, Eureka 7, Blood Plus).
You'd think I'd get more reading done.
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National Poetry Month continues
Composed Upon Westminster Bridge
William Wordsworth
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
In the interim, waiting for the mechanic to call that we could pick up his G-ride, I played Jak 3, which is unnecessarily difficult. I didn't have nearly this much trouble with God of War and it's really pissing me off. Some days I just want to chuck it out the window and wash my hands of it. Other days, I'm all -- DAMNIT! I've invested DAYS of my life into this game and I'm not stopping until I've passed it.
In other news, Drive has been cancelled. I can't say that I'm surprised. I just knew that an unusual Fox show featuring Nathan Fillion was destined for early cancellation. However, I am deeply astounded that it only took four episodes. How is a show supposed to develop and/or attract an audience if you only give it four g-damn shows to do so? I didn't start watching Buffy until S3, Roswell caught my attention when they re-ran season 1 during the following summer at like midnight or something ridiculous, and my first Farscape episode was Look at the Princess 2, half way through the second season. Firefly was already cancelled when I saw my first episode, I didn't even know that it was a show that had been MADE until it was already cancelled. Imagine my horror at discovering that it was an awesome show, too.
WTF, Fox?! WTF.
My shows are pretty skimpy these days: Medium, and Heroes are the only network shows that I watch with any regularity; and the cable stuff is all anime (Basilisk, Bleach, Eureka 7, Blood Plus).
You'd think I'd get more reading done.
National Poetry Month continues
Composed Upon Westminster Bridge
William Wordsworth
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!