I've decided that, in my mind, 8x02, A La Cart, was the last episode of CSI. It was one of the best episodes to emerge between seasons six, seven, and what little I have seen of eight, if not the best episode of those seasons. I praised it immediately following its airing.

It's how I'd rather think of the show, rather than the rest of this season that I have seen, Jorja Fox leaving and consequently, Sara exiting the lab.

The Grissom/Sara romance never sat well with me, once it was actually explicit. There was a time in seasons four and five that I would have liked to see it, as a natural resolution of the very careful build of sexual tension between the two characters. Once the relationship was begun, however, the writers forgot a fundamental rule: show, don't tell.

They told the viewers that Sara and Grissom were involved, that they were in love, but it was never shown. Not to my satisifaction. They took something with a great deal of potential and killed it.

While I was thinking about this fact, I realized why the Harry/Ginny aspects of canon don't sit well with me. Everything else about the books is explicit, but we're never really shown the why of Harry/Ginny. It's just, whoo, chest monster! Snogging! and suddenly there is no one for Harry but Ginny. Yes, a great case could be made for why Ginny... but we're never shown it, not in my view. We're just supposed to accept what it told.

All of this came to mind while I was thinking about fandom. Fandom was a huge, huge part of my life for quite a bit of time, and I don't regret any of that time. I gained some fabulous people from it, and it kept me sane in difficult times. I miss it, but I also realize that I can't recapture it, and that I seem to be... losing fandoms? I can't really bear to play in the CSI playground now, and while there are a few hints of things I'd still like to do with HP, I know that I don't have time to RP, as much as I'd love to RP. I know that I don't really have the time to write fic of the length I'd love to write. Maybe someday, again, but not now.

That said, I wish I could RP on occasion. Someone or someones who'd want to play with angry TSW!Harry on occasion, because gee, he's still storming. And, ooh, how much would I love a chance to play with my Lily? I absolutely adore my Lily. I know I can't commit to a game, though. How irritating.

My house is quiet. It's the kind of quiet that once led to fic and RP and all manner of interesting things, but not at present.

I've managed to not freak out about CSI all summer long... and now it's forty-five minutes until nine, and I am freaking out in a major way.

Please, please, don't kill Sara. :((((

I just adore autumn.

I also adore apple dumplings with cinnamon ice cream, which happen to be available only in the autumn and early winter from the Bruster's just down the road.

Bruster's has declared that it is autumn, or close enough, which means - hooray! - apple dumplings.


Nick's porn 'stache has not improved with the passage of time. Thankfully that was short-lived. Sadly for me, I am on that portion of S6.


Jacob did it again. Dude. Very awesome. Sadly, he has not mastered the art of peeing into the potty. On the plus side, he refuses to poop in the cloth underpants... so we put a diaper on him periodically and he goes within thirty minutes. This of course tells me that he is physically and mentally capable of using the toilet, but for whatever reason is not doing so. Gillian was so easy. I said, "This is a potty. You can wear big-girl underwear and use the potty." She tried right at two, but she didn't have enough control, and her accidents really upset her. So we put everything away for three months, excepting the potty. Three month later, she did it. Just - asked to wear the underwear again, and that was it. No accidents. Day and night, done.

I am nostalgic for that process.


Also! It's really amusing to see Hal Sparks on CSI as the M.C. for an "extreme eating" hot dog eating competition. Hee. "We're on cable." Right on.


Jacob has learned the first words of "Wild World." I learned this today when I said "Oh, baby," to him and he said "Oh, baby baby, wild world." Hee.

So one of the suspects on CSI:NY tonight is named "Justin McKinney." This is entirely too close to Justin Kinney for me to not dissolve into laughter everytime they say his full name.

Dove, apparently, is about to show that beauty has no age. You have to love marketing that makes it seem like it's not marketing but instead a public service.

Now they are changing the weight equipment at the Y. Honestly, people! Can't you leave anything alone for a little while? I have been using the new ellipticals albeit reluctantly. I just can't get the same intensity on any other machine. As I result, my right knee has been hurting off and on. My right knee is the one that does not usually hurt.

I am the proud recipient of... stuff, from the CSA. I positively identified the cilantro, the cabbage, the eggs, and the grits. I am not sure which is lettuce, which is spinach, and which is collard greens. This tells you a lot about how often we have leafy green vegetables at my house. Oh, and we got recipes with it, too!

I want a night where I feel like I can safely stay up late reading. That's one of my true guilty pleasures. I just don't most of the time... because I can predict how early Jacob will wake based on how late I stay awake. All right, it's not a completely linear association, but it feels that way, most of the time.

ETA: We used to buy Peter Pan peanut butter. We switched to organic in August, after Sam got the new job. Apparently this was smarter than we ever would have thought.

The Brownies were absolutely wild tonight. I have no idea why.

The official rules for selling cookies state that girls may not sell cookies via the internet, but they may email interested parties. Email isn't part of the internet, apparently. The point, however, is that if you're in the Atlanta area and/or just really want to support my kid, leave a comment that you'd like an email from Gillian. I'll even let her use the computer herself to type it. (She's totally excited about selling, too. It's cute.)

I got two new books today. I was expecting a second package and I don't know where it is. It'd better show tomorrow or I'm going to be upset about the nonexistent "two day" shipping.

This CSI: episode is pretty cool. Even with the baby rats. Heh.

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Speaking of Jacob, he's currently screaming. Anything to avoid that horrible, cruel fate called sleep. He fought napping for an hour and a half this afternoon. Despite everything else, he's usually a creature of habit when it comes to naps, and so neither of us really tolerate deviations from the routine all that well. If nothing else, my body's used to resting from Full Alert phase for those two hours at that point in the day.

The ticker on my userinfo that says how long I've been breastfeeding for? Scares me. I'm just saying. I look down and these things still seem sort of foreign to me, not-right. Two of these things don't belong here. I wonder if I'll ever get over that.


*Spike being Jacob's in utero nickname, for those of you who started reading post-March 23, 2005.