To boldly go....

This. Is. Big.

They found a new planet.

In the constellation Libra.

And here's the cool thing:
It can support life.


Well, they're not 100% sure, but it's pretty promising.  HOW AWESOME WOULD THAT BE?!

It would change everything. Our existence as we know it would change. We could communicate with those from another planet, learn different cultures, languages... it's incredible. Could you imagine if we had the technology to transfer back and forth between planets? All the things we would discover! I can't believe that another planet with God's children is out there. That we may have found it.

This is just so cool!
....And yes, I'll admit, it gets my sci fi nerdy side thinking.
Starships and phaser guns mostly.
With the occasional transporter pad and hypospray thrown in for good measure.

They wouldn't have pointy ears would they? Probably not. *arches eyebrow* That is highly unlikely. *Big sigh.*
But, they could know of a planet that did, couldn't they!? THEY COULD!!
*Rejoices*

But anyway, back to the realistic side of things. The place where pointy eared, gorgeously handsome, dark haired, chocolate eyed people do not exist.

I'm thinking we will need to find a way to get there.  May I suggest that I be the one to drive the spaceship.

This is me. As a blonde little boy. Flying my little red space ship and laughing for joy as I do zig zags across space because guess what? NO STUPID TRAFFIC TO BOTHER ME WHILE I'M DRIVING!! Mwhahahahah!!
Now that is a dream come true.
I hate driving.
But this is space we are speaking of. Not how much operating motorized vehicles scares the living day lights out of me.

How will we approach greeting these people? Let's not reenact Dancing with smurfs, or Madagascar. And we shouldn't try Captain Kirk's approach either. "We come in peace, shoot to kill." just doesn't scream friendly.
Ah. I've got it. Chocolate. The peace offering of the galaxy.   Now that's a interplanetary housewarming gift.

Wassup?

Holmes, (You know who you are)  This is for you.  I LOVE this video. It's going on my favorites list. Love, love, love, LOVE it! I can't stop laughing.  Even now it's making me giggle. I think you'll be able to tell why I found it so hilarious.
....  When you come to the drunkwalk, try and keep any and all flashbacks out of your mind.
Oh and please, everyone, when addressing me with my alternate identity, I ask you say it like they do in the video: WATSUN!

Confession (One of many)

I hate Star wars.

There is nothing wrong with it. Personally, I am rather fond of light sabers, Yoda and Obi Wan Kenobi.
But it's just so...blah. For three reasons
1. Luke, get a clue
2. Leia, put some clothes on
3. Anakin, you are a self conceited moron.

There. I said it.

And it's just so violent! When they're not shooting each other with the incredibly annoying sounding laser guns, they're chopping limbs off with glow sticks.
 And if hacked off appendages aren't your thing, they have long, I mean long, sections of the movies devoted to space politics. How.... fascinating.

So Star wars, not a fan.   But this was sort of cute...  It made me change my mind a little bit. At least, to the cute side of the galaxy.

Han Solo. The adorable bear that you can hug! (Complete with gun, bullet proof vest and dagger hidden in bootleg.) Absolutely cuddly!

Just kidding. I don't know about the dagger. It's a working theory.

But he is pretty cute, I mean c'mon, as long as Han doesn't shoot first, you gotta love him!

So put away the comic books, step away from the platinum DVDs and go buy your blue, furry Gonzo, I mean Solo, today!

It's a nerd, nerd world

What has happened to today's world? Why are we all obsessed with the most random things? Granted, I have my share of obsessive things, but we won't list them. Here. It would take to long.  As many of you know, I switched rooms and am now in the basement. Well, I had to say goodbye to my lovely built in bookcase and now have two little shelves to put all my books on. I'm not sure how I will get them all to balance on there, so I looked into bookends.
..... It went down hill from there.

ALL I WANT IS SOME COOL, BASIC BOOKENDS!!! IS THAT SO HARD TO ASK FOR!?!?!

Apparently so.

Really? Really people? Yes, Superman and Batman are cool. Yes, I like superheroes. BUT DO I NEED THEM COMPRESSING MY LITERATURE BETWEEN THEM!?!? No, I don't think so.

And this was sort of cool. I mean, Han Solo is pretty awesome.  BUT STAR WARS?!! MESSING WITH MY LITERACY VOLUMES?!!?! NUH UH! YOU DO NOT GO THERE.
Star wars is just too much. I can't handle it. That just screams geek.
Run. Run far, far away.

Or, I have a better idea. Let's stand up for the poor, abused bookends. Bookends are supposed to be dignified, to speak words of knowledge and intelligence about its owners. Not... that... whatever that is.
I would use those bookends for my movie collection. Which I organize according to color. And no, that is not OCD.
So what do we have to say to those poor little bookends? "We're not gonna take it! We're not gonna take it! We're not gonna take it anymoooooore!!"

Stand up for the bookends! Fight! Win!

For those of you interested in the Nullify Emo Retarded Despicable bookends (N.E.R.D) foundation  you can contact me in the basement where I will be organizing my DVD collection.

We're all mad here

I think I might be crazy.

But since, Infinitus est numerus stultorum  I might as well be.

Did you notice the new background? Of course you did!  Do you think it's a bit too much?  I was in a bright mood and it took my fancy.

Sort of like this mad hatter:

Source 

He matches my blog. :)

So if any of you think I'm losing it, lost it or just plain stultus, let me know. I'll go hang with the Hatter.

The latest obsession

Scene: A dank, dimly lit interrogation room. One light bulb flickers over the fold out plastic table.

Alright, I'll confess!!!!

...I have a new obsession. 

It's great. It's wonderful. It's brobdingnagian.

I have fallen in love with the brilliant, devious, oh so handsome Sherlock Holmes.
Not the new version, mind you. (Please no more Robert Downey Jr.!!!) But the newer version by the BBC. It's pretty cool. And creepy. And Moriarty is all wrong. 
But I like the books even better.  Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was brilliant!!  I was talking to my Latin teacher today and she said that some Sherlockians have the theory that Sherlock had aspergers.  Isn't that an intriguing idea? He was so OCD over things, that it might be possible.  I love his thoughts on exercise. Less is more! Ya know, I'm pretty sure if I was living in Sherlock's time, we would be pretty tight. ;)  We seem to have similar personalities. But if Holmes and I weren't best of buds, I'm pretty sure Watson would come through for me. 
Watson is adorable.
It's a known fact.
I love his character and the way he is always there for Holmes. And the fact that he has a limp just increases his adorableness. Oh, and he's a doctor. Have I mentioned that I love doctors?

So to help you get into my Sherlockian mood, I have some pictures for you. And I realized I need to start sourcing these... so all are found on deviantart.com. If you want links, ask me.

Give it a moment. You'll get it.

This is Watson. Feel free to 'awww'

This is the BBC version of Sherlock Holmes. He looks the exact same in real life.

Oh, and can someone explain this to me? I don't know why I think it's so funny.

Ok, well that's all I have to say on the subject at present.   Now, for Sheerluck (Tee hee hee)

One final message,

THE DANCING MEN ALPHABET!!!!

*Collapses in  a fit of nerd glee*

Enjoy!

80's music

I went on an 80's music shopping spree late last night. Care to join my nerdy adventure through time? Then grab your aviation goggles and hop into the delorean, it's gonna be fun!

First on my list was Talking heads. Burning down the house and And she was.  
Second, A little respect by Erasure. (Emilie, it was my Mom's idea.)
Third, Our house by Madness. Love the song and love the guy in it. Cuuuuuute.
Fourth, I'm gonna be (500 miles) by The Proclaimers.
Fifth, let's throw some Steppenwolf into it shall we? Magic carpet ride.
Sixth, I've been watching Back to the future ever since I can remember. (That and Princess bride and Mrs. Doubtfire before I was old enough to catch the references.) So what am I getting at? The power of love it's a powerful thing. By Huey Lewis & The News.
Seventh, Ok, pause. I have a confession to make. I caved and bought some.. *Cough, cough* "Weird Al" music...  The saga begins and White & Nerdy
Eighth, Take on me by a-ha.  LOVE THIS ONE!
And finally, Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie. It  doesn't get much better then this.


So those are the newest additions to my 80's collection. You may now remove your aviation goggles and exit the delorean. Try not to be too scarred by the frightening clothing choices and terrifying hair styles we just witnessed.

Now, for other things. Every Saturday, I have a tradition. Ipod, music, chores, dancing. So while I dance to my above music collection, I freestyle it around the house with incredible dance moves of awe inspiring talent. Though I'm afraid some might see my talent to be more like this

..Philistines.

Things

The sound of a new book opening and hearing the soft crack as the paper stretches in the binding is one of the best sounds in the world.
The other sound? 
Baby cradles. The soft clicking sound they make is one that brings back memories and contentment.

Wet rocks. They smell delicious and are fun to lick. Especially volcanic ones.
The dusty smell of the heater being turned on for the first time promises snowy nights and cozy socks.

Eyes. Laughing eyes, bright eyes, big eyes, soft eyes. The most beautiful part of a person are those deep windows to the soul.

Wind. Energy whipping past and blowing hair with the rushing feeling of being free.

Intelligence. The lighting of a fire, not the filling of a bucket. Gives one confidence and purpose. Dexterity to life.

Friends. Make you laugh, make you cry. Always there when you need them.

Words. Big words, little words. Words create stories and stories create feeling. Words as simple as "Et tu, Brute?"  can make you cry.  Words are powerful.


Movie nights
Warm cookies
Cool ice cream
Child's hug
Boy's smile
Fall leaves
Long walks
Good food
Red rocks
Swing sets
Glassy pools
City lights
Tall trees
Long shadows
Popsicle sticks
Dog's paws
Night life


Just some... of my favorite things.

How to explain....

As you are all aware, I have... special music taste. I tend to lean towards the 80's, the bizarre, the hilarious music videos.... 

But this one tops it all.  

Have any of you heard the song Dragostea Din Tei?   It's by a Romanian group called "O-zone" I really love the song, (Granted, I don't understand what they are saying)  but it's just really catchy.   I was pricing it out on itunes and found the music video. Wow.

Yes, the guys are very good looking but that's not the wow factor.  This video is hilarious. It makes no sense, but was still pretty cute.   Video


So enjoy!! It made my day.

Moving in

So big changes coming up! I am moving from my lovely room with the big window down into the deep reaches of the basement. Since the basement is a 70's style dungeon, we're remodeling. Believe me, it  needs it. The wallpaper is not pretty and so dusty, I got a lovely reaction to it.
So don't try peeling wallpaper off walls without some type of decent oxygen mask.

So here's the thing.  My Mom did not like my idea for doing the bathroom this way:

She doesn't think the periodic table of elements is a suitable shower curtain. Sheldon has one, why can't I?!
.... And just in case you're wondering, she also said no to the 'Top 500 words on the SAT' curtain too.

Rats.

So while looking for cool room themes, I came across these lovelies:

Batman AND Superman! How cool is that!!

...Very puerile I know, but I liked the wall mural in the background.

And if that wasn't enough comic junk for ya, just try this! Guaranteed to make anyone dizzy if stared at long enough.

 I had no intention whatsoever of bringing Star Trek into this at all! I'm on a superhero kick and wasn't thinking about starships or Vulcans or anything like that!

..Promise.

But then, I found this:

This is over the top. Way, way over the top. I could not have a room like this at all. It was still cool though and I laughed really hard when I saw the colors of the random water bottles they have sitting on the table. Subtle color coordination let me tell ya.

But here's the.... awkward part. *Cough*

I could go for this. It's pretty sweet. Though Nimoy is rather creepy. I'd rather have the Zachary Quinto one.

  If not having a freaky old Nimoy with eyes that look everywhere in the room isn't disturbing enough, try this:

DOES THAT NOT STRIKE TERROR IN YOUR HEART?!!?!

"Look Tommy, we bought you your favorite Star Trek character stickers to go on your wall! Isn't that cute? But here's the thing, Tom, about assembly...

NIMOY IS A FREAKY DISEMBODIED HEAD FLOATING IN THE AIR!!!

But don't worry. We'll just peel him off the sticker sheet and then somehow put all the hacked off appendages together. Isn't that grand?"

*Snicker* You could mess with that.....  Spock got caught halfway between those swishy doors and.. um..  You can let your imagination fill you in on the rest of that story.

That final Frontier

Ok, guys!  We've done it!  I am officially a member of fanfiction.com  Thanks for your support and for putting up with all my crazy ideas. Keep in touch by checking my profile page: Spockologist
I will be putting my stories on there and I would love it if you read my work. I won't have stories up until Friday or so, so check back then.

And because my moody past two days have suddenly been made happy, two pictures just for you:

D'aw... happy little cloud!

*Snicker* Cute little Dr. Horrible who is reminding me a lot of Calvin for some reason. Could you imagine Calvin as an evil scientist?

Wow.

Utterly. Disappointed.

Warning: Some images may be permanently scarring and give the viewer horrendous nightmares. Continue reading at your own risk.

Please enter the pit of despair. It's not a happy place there. How do I know this? I've been there. Let me tell you how I came to be here.  Please pull up a chair and ignore the constant sobbing in the background.




I was happily Internet browsing and looking for the location of one of my favorite actor's home. Stalkerish and girlish, immature and pointless I know, but heck, I'm going to be in the same city so I might as well look him up.

I was looking around, all happy, la, de, dah and then I saw it.

The picture.

The high school photo.

Shrieking and looking away quickly, I couldn't believe what I had just seen. Almost tenatively, my eyes darted back to double check.

Yep.

Zachary Quinto.

The teenager.

I was about to post the photo here. (See here. Right here. Were you're reading) but as I opened the picture, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

How could one so attractive now be so.... *looking for nice word* 
not attractive then?

So instead of those scary images we will now look at some nicer photos. Feel free to 'oh' and 'ah' as we scroll down.

                                                                         Ooooh!!

Ahhhh!

EWWW!!!! AAUUUUGH!!!

I'm sorry viewers. I just had to do it. It was for your own good and for the sake of my conscience. I can now sleep better knowing someone else shares my pain.  Now to console your wounded eyeballs. A better photo:

Oh, yeah!! Kirk and Spock, modern times. It's pretty rockin.

Castle countdown

It's September. The leaves begin to turn, the air turns crisp and chill. What could be better?

Perhaps a little murder?

Uh, no. I don't plan on killing anyone. Murder is bad. B.A.D.

Rick Castle seems to think so too, that's why he's coming back September 20, with his brand new fall season!!
                                                                    *Cheers*

I LOVE Castle!!
...Granted some of the episode scare me to death... but that's besides the point. 

I'm hoping to see a little bit more romance between Beckett and Castle this season, and I've heard Esposito might be getting a crush too.  *Grin*

So what do I plan on doing until the Castle premier? I am going to eat one Snicker's bar (or one Oreo, I haven't decided which) until that fateful night. And then I think I'll watch the premier with my boyfriends, Ben and Jerry.

It's gonna be sweet.