Various rants...

No Serenity comic until next week. This makes me sad.
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I still have this damb cough. What's it been, nearly a week now? Ugh. I'm nearly to the point where I'm about ready to go to a doctor. Who will tell me I have a virus, there's nothing we can do about that, and then will write me a prescription for a ridiculously expensive cough medicine--which will do nothing. Crap-effing-tastic.
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We went to see "Herbie: Fully Loaded" and "Madagascar" at the drive-in last night. Madagascar was just as good on a second viewing and is definitely going in the DVD collection. Herbie, on the other hand...

Okay, it was an all-right enough movie. It was cute and funny and even made me laugh out loud once. The bad guy is bad and gets his comeuppance, the good guys are nice and win, Herbie does all kinds of neat stuff, and the spunky girl gets the guy and wins the race. (Honestly, none of these are really spoilers for a movie like this; it's a tried and true formula, and no one who's seen the trailers will be surprised.)

Thing is, they put Herbie in a NASCAR race. NASCAR has very strict rules about wheelbases and body shape and engine size and tires and stuff. And to tell me that they let a 1963 Volkswagon Beetle into a NASCAR race by saying they found ( spoiler follows )

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I broke 900 words on the Kitten!Cuddler!JayneFic. And I've managed to get a scene with Shirtless!Jayne, which makes me squee quietly between coughs. The kitten persists in cutely getting on his nerves. Where am I going with this thing? No idea whatsoever. It was the Hubby's, jerib_78's, and (now) honorh's notion that I should write the silly thing.

Argh.

Various rants...

No Serenity comic until next week. This makes me sad.
***
I still have this damb cough. What's it been, nearly a week now? Ugh. I'm nearly to the point where I'm about ready to go to a doctor. Who will tell me I have a virus, there's nothing we can do about that, and then will write me a prescription for a ridiculously expensive cough medicine--which will do nothing. Crap-effing-tastic.
***
We went to see "Herbie: Fully Loaded" and "Madagascar" at the drive-in last night. Madagascar was just as good on a second viewing and is definitely going in the DVD collection. Herbie, on the other hand...

Okay, it was an all-right enough movie. It was cute and funny and even made me laugh out loud once. The bad guy is bad and gets his comeuppance, the good guys are nice and win, Herbie does all kinds of neat stuff, and the spunky girl gets the guy and wins the race. (Honestly, none of these are really spoilers for a movie like this; it's a tried and true formula, and no one who's seen the trailers will be surprised.)

Thing is, they put Herbie in a NASCAR race. NASCAR has very strict rules about wheelbases and body shape and engine size and tires and stuff. And to tell me that they let a 1963 Volkswagon Beetle into a NASCAR race by saying they found ( spoiler follows )

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I broke 900 words on the Kitten!Cuddler!JayneFic. And I've managed to get a scene with Shirtless!Jayne, which makes me squee quietly between coughs. The kitten persists in cutely getting on his nerves. Where am I going with this thing? No idea whatsoever. It was the Hubby's, jerib_78's, and (now) honorh's notion that I should write the silly thing.

Argh.