I had a dream that Teal’c was a Dothraki and he wanted to marry me. It was really awkward, but he killed anyone that irritated me, so that was neat. Daenerys and I were BFF and we had lots of random books for some reason. I had a miniature narwhal pet with legs. His name was Bastion. Daenerys’ dragons acted really derpy. The end.
Supposedly, there is a “comic book” store here. I’ve never gone in it. I thought they just had wonky records. I really don’t want to get off my ass to go down there just to find out they only have X-Men and Batman shit (if even that). I want Howard Lovecraft and the Frozen Kingdom. B&N “express” shipping is being mighty stupid so far. I wish I lived somewhere with a physical B&N. I think the closest one is Jacksonville. The driving visibility towards there is less than 1 mile because of the smoke.
Damnit Netflix, why did you change your layout? IT’S LIKE WHEN YOU’RE WATCHING CREDITS FOR WHATEVER REASON AND THEN EVERYTHING APPEARS TO BE MOVING THE OTHER DIRECTION AFTERWARDS AND YOU’RE DIZZY, AND THEN YOU GO BLIND AND DIE. Also, they seem to be throwing every Sean Connery and James Spader movie they can at me. Okay.
I’m not sure if I liked Red Faction: Origins or if I just enjoyed having another setting to admire Brian J. Smith in. Hetero-Ianto was confusing though. Then again… Tamzin Merchant DOES look like a 11 year-old boy when naked. I don’t know how the movie ended either. I’ll absorb it during a re-run eventually. MAY YOUR CRYO-TUBE STAY FOREVER CHILLY, MATTHEW SCOTT.