Christ, I've just spent far too long without internet access. No more DSL. We're stuck with dial-up until SBC gets its ass in gear and installs our new fiber optics. And, hell, it took about nearly a week for us to get the dial-up to work. Ugh. Dial-up sucks. It's... just... so... fucking... slow... at... loading... pages... You get the point. But it's still better than none at all. ***
Things I've done without the distraction of the internet:
~ read True Notebooks by Mark Salzman. He's one of my absolute favorite authors. There's something about his writing that pulls me out of the book slumps that I occasionally fall into. I've been in a slump for a while now (heck, I'm still only quarter of the way through Order of the Phoenix, and it's been how many months? Sheesh.), and I finally pulled him out to give me the kick in the pants that I've been needing. I blasted through this book in two late night reading sessions, and now I'm all energized for more. I'm ready to wade back into the fray and take on Harry Potter and the Hangnail of Infinity, or whatever happens to be thwarting him this time.
~ watched the Tony awards on Sunday. BILL!!!!! Bill Irwin won best actor! Now I want to fly out to New York to see him and Kathleen Turner in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf. I adore him, and I'm sure he totally deserved it. Although that probably kills any chance of him ever coming back to the Bay Area with David Shriner for a repeat production of Fool Moon. Darn it, now I'm extra mad at myself for not seeing that while it was here. *sigh*
~ finally got around to watching the Lost season finale with Luna, Saffie, and Ang. Firstly: OMGWTF!!!! And secondly: I was right, this whole first season has been one big, long prequel. One the one hand, I'm kinda pissed that we got virtually no new information out of it, but on the other hand, now THAT'S how you do a season finale. Leave us battered and bruised and we will be down on our knees begging for more.
~ watched Z Boys and Dogtown, the documentary on skateboarders in the 70's. Had me reminiscing about watching my brothers and their friends skating when we were little. That was was in the late 80's, a decade later than the movie's focus, but I found myself still remembering all the old terms for the moves they used, and the graffiti is the same as the stickers that are still on the doors to our old rooms. It actually makes me wanna try it. Sadly, I never did more than butt-board down a few hills. I was always too scared to go fast while standing up, and mostly sat on the sidewalk watching everyone else. Yeah, I'm pathetic.
~ played around with a picture of Ralph Fiennes, trying to make Tom Riddle icons. Somewhere along the way, I may have become a teensy tiny bit entranced by him. Ok, maybe more than a teensy tiny bit. Alright, FINE, I am totally in thrall to him. Geez. It's not my fault. Really. I mean, look at him. He's just so fucking intense, he commands absolute attention. If that's what Voldie was like at the height of his reign, then I get why people followed him. I certainly can't take my eyes off of him. It's like he's staring directly into my soul. I'm sorta left wanting to please him. Um, yeah, I'd probably be curled at his feet offering to cast a Cruciatus for him. What? I gots no pride. I have about a dozen different icons of him that prove that.
And that's just all the stuff that's coming to mind right now. Hmm, maybe not having the internet is a good thing for me.