Take the cilantro, leave the zamboni

Daring rescues could become our specialty, if this weekend’s session of Adam’s game was any judge, except that so far I think we’ve only managed to rescue ourselves. Still, I think I learned when to use those die bumps and make them really count. And also when to try to break doors rather than hack at them; if I hadn't broken a door on the first round of trying, the mob who was bearing down on us would have reached us. It was close.

I’m on the train home, stewing a bit about the pile of stuff to work on when I get back, but it’s been pretty relaxing to take the train to Connecticut for the weekend instead of driving. And with some compensatory time to spend, I was able to put off coming home until the first non-peak Monday morning train, which meant I woke up early this morning, weirdly well rested and in a terribly good mood (or maybe just not awake yet). Well, and in a good mood except that I’ve started reading “For the Time Being” by Annie Dillard, and she’s going on and on about birth defects. Which is why I’m writing now instead of reading; too much creepy.

My birthday was good though; there was a very good dinner at Thai Taste on Saturday night, and Anise got me stuff from Lush! Solid shampoo in a can! So cool! Then we went for ice cream and ended up in the HGS 12th floor common room until 11 pm, chatting. yaleartificer noted afterwards that gee, we discuss serious stuff, but when we don’t get together that much and the things we have on our minds are stuff like jobs, health care and house buying, well, that’s what we’re going to discuss. And to be fair we had a lengthy talk about what sort of puppy adamhmorse and orichalcum are going to get when they have the space, so you know we have our priorities in order.

Sunday we started things out the same way as on Saturday: bowls of cereal while watching TransFormers Season 3 on TV. Yes, that's right, badly-made 80s TV glory, brought to DVD. It was GLORIOUS, aside from my rant about how He-Man's mom was SO much cooler than Carly turned out to be; that scholarship to MIT mentioned when Carly first appeared in TransFormers Season 1, all that promise, and by Season 3 of TransFormers she's Mrs. Wife-of-the-Earth-Ambassador and that's it. Dude, He-Man's mom was an astronaut who decided to stay on the planet she discovered, and one time when everyone else was screwed, she busted her spaceship out of the museum they were displaying it in, and SAVED THEIR ASSES.

Anyway. It was good. Oh, and Diane Duane co-wrote one of the eps we watched; who knew? I certainly didn't know who she was until at least a year after I saw that stuff.

Oh yeah. So some of you may have heard me talk about how I loved to look through my parents' copy of "Gods From Outer Space" by Erich von Daniken, and how funny I think it is that people have gotten so far with a movie and a TV show about what if a seeming crackpot turned out to be RIGHT about this whole the-gods-were-aliens thing. I even found a copy at a used bookstore and waved it at yaleartificer a few months ago, yammering about this.

So what did he give me Friday night? The "Ultimate Edition" DVD of said movie. With a featurette: "Is there a Stargate? - including an interview with Erich von Daniken, author of "Chariots of the Gods". Yes, this was the present I hadn't known I wanted, and he delivered.

I think I'm going to go home tonight and make pasta and watch me some DVDs, man.