There was a nice waxing crescent moon tonight, with Venus perched slightly above and to the right. It was very clear, and a pleasure to look at until it ducked behind the police station.
For the past couple of weeks I've been watching 2 or 3 episodes a day of Battlestar Galactica. It's much easier to follow the story this way, compared to catching a few minutes here and there over a period of several years. (Married people with young kids tend, I think, to be a bit busy between 8-10 p.m.) Seeing the canvas spread out before me is much more preferable to the mosaic version I've constructed in my head. Colonel Tigh is becoming my favorite character. I find his negativity refreshing! From what I've read on the web, I'm ready for things to start getting crappy in season 4 (the web couldn't be wrong about this, could it? Naahh.). Until then, I'll just enjoy it. Next up: Lost.
I enjoyed a very tasty hard boiled egg today. It was cooked in a hot spring (see previous post) at the side of the road in Kirishima.
I'm battling a case of mild depression brought on by my favorite hockey team being eliminated from the playoffs. It's not that they lost that's bothering me. No, I've become quite accustomed to that! It's the manner in which they lost, the epic fail of it, the way they snatched defeat from the jaws of victory, the way people will be talking about it for fucking centuries to come--that's how epic it was and that's what's bugging me about it. Bleh.