It's a messed up world and I just . . .need to rule it
I'll admit I'm a Whedon/Harris/Fillion fangirl, but what of it? I also have excellent taste and this web musical (the villain is sort of the hero and the hero is sort of the villain and it's all set to music) is LEGEN . . .wait for it . . .DARY.
Also digging the new The Hold Steady album that released yesterday (cross file this one under : Booze, and Youth, Misspent). And I finally jumped on the Vampire Weekend bandwagon and have been chastised by my husband for warbling "who gives a fuck about an Oxford Comma?" to Jonas before dinner last night. I feel that his (husband's) prudishness is rather unbecoming; he feels the same about my language around the baby. To this I say, "ah, marriage," and reflect for a moment on how our differences enrich our lives or something.
Also, I am neglecting pretty much everyone EXCEPT the baby (I will always make time to teach him curse words) to read all of the books in His Majesty's Dragon series. When my punk rock neighbor told me about this alternate reality series where the Napoleonic Wars were fought with dragons I was all, that's lame, even for me. Until I read one and decided that when Fat Diabetic Cat dies then I'm going to get a dragon of my own. Think Master and Commander. WITH DRAGONS.
Finally, the baby went swimming last week and apparently has no fear. He loved the water and I got some sun for the first time in two years, so it was a winning situation for both of us.
