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Reading: The Knowledge of Water, by Sarah Smith.
It's been a little difficult to get into, but I'm sticking with
it.
Watching yesterday: Dude, I so totally laid on the couch and watched the entire Styx: Behind the Music last night. I was a little young for them but they were a favorite of my brother's, so I do know most of the words to "The Best of Times" and "Too Much Time on My Hands." I am jonesing for the Greatest Hits album now. Watching tonight: Buffy. You know what? I'm swearing off all season finales from now on. I mean it. I am done. I just cannot take this anymore. I am way, way too emotionally involved in these damn shows. Discovering: That the euphemism "making the beast with two backs" is Shakespearean. No kidding. Iago says it to Brabantio in the first scene of Othello: "I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs." I mean, I know Shakespeare was no prude, but it did surprise me that this particular phrase was quite so old.
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It's now about 48 hours later, and I've settled down a little about The X-Files, although I watched the last scene again today and it still makes no sense to me at all. I'm just wondering how they're going to handle the fact that Mulder isn't going to be on the show anymore. Are we just going to see Scully calling home on her cell phone from the scene of the crime? "No, Mulder, you weren't supposed to give him carrots, just the applesauce. Were you even listening to me this morning?" As Siobhan pointed out to me yesterday, there is really no point in watching the show anymore (not that there has been for, oh, the last two seasons), if Mulder is gone and Krycek is dead. I can appreciate that some people do find Skinner and Doggett attractive, but they aren't Duchovny, for crying out loud. They aren't Nick Lea. I will say that I am very excited about an online project I am involved in, known as Alternative Season 8. A bunch of people who are as irritated with the quality of the show as I have been have gotten together to rewrite it, episode by episode. I'm on board in a purely administrative capacity, not as a writer (although you're all way curious about that piece of fanfic I mentioned yesterday, aren't you?). I'm just going to be checking grammar and things like that. (BTW, I don't know how many of you are even slightly interested, but we do still have a couple of episodes unclaimed. E-mail me if you're interested in helping out.) All right, I think I'm done with this now. (I'm actually not, I really could rant for hours, but I'm trying not to bore you senseless.)
 I have said it before, and I will say it again: I have the best readers in the world. I settled into the office yesterday morning and did what I always do first thing, which is check my e-mail. And there, in my in-box, was an e-mail from Amazon.com explaining that I had been sent a gift certificate. Anna, of Lucidity, sent me a gift certificate, for no other reason than that she is an extremely cool woman who apparently took pity on me after my confession about my pathetic DVD collection. She said she had a gander at my wishlist and was surprised that I didn't yet have The X-Files movie. Given my present state of mind, however, I'm leaning towards Shakespeare in Love, the collector's edition, which has all the extra stuff on it. (Beware, all those who are interested in acquiring this, that they released two DVD's, one with all the extra stuff and one without the extra stuff. Who the hell knows why.) Anyway, I have thanked Anna privately but wanted to do it here as well. My faith in the kindness of others is continually restored by the boundless generosity of my readers. Especially ones who send me gift certificates for no particular reason. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I am incredibly grateful.
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