Oh, my GOD.

MEATCAKE!

Some part of my brain is like, "Ew," but most of it is all grabbyhands and, "Meatloaf and potatoes, YAY!"

I may not have caught up with season three completely ...

( ... but I still adore the casting spoiler for season four of Doctor Who. )

Also, the Alvin and the Chipmunks movie poster. I can't believe I feel the violent need to hit a Hollywood movie executive when I don't even LIKE Alvin and the Chipmunks.

I have to send my laptop in so that they can fix my USB ports. Hmm, maybe I should take the gay porn off it. You think? (I love the fact that my entire lack of subtlety means I've got "Porn folder" labeled just like that on my desktop, have let my relatives use my laptop, and none of them have bothered batting an eyelash. Heh.)

Oh, and my Zen's still not working. *sigh*

I went to the Transformers movie.

Okay, look, I only need two things from a Transformers movie:

1. Optimus Prime needs to KICK FUCKING ASS.
2. Lots of shit needs to blow right the hell up.

Check, and double-check. \o/

Seriously, I spent the entire movie trying to restrain my squealing because I played with my Transformers way more than I ever played with my Barbies. (I mostly ran those over with my Tonka trucks. Heh.) And I swear the entire audience was just dying for Optimus Prime to show up. A movie about the Transformers should just not have been that much fun at ALL.

*goes back to trying in vain to restrain my spazzing*