At the beginning of July all the Star Trek episodes became available on Netflix. I let out a squee heard ’round the world (it was, too, thanks to Twitter), because I’ve been wanting to watch it with Indy; I was a little younger than he was when I watched pretty well the entire original series (the, er, only series, at that point), and I think it’s a pretty great age to be introduced to Trek. The non-Kirk pilot is not included, and the episodes are presented by air date rather…
Except this is not a Kitsnaps. This is a picture taken by Young Indiana, who is captivated by my big camera and asked, “Mama, can *I* try some pfa..fopa…forpar…far-tography?” I think “‘far’tography” is the most wonderful word in the world, and will be featuring Indy’s far-tography from time to time on Kitsnaps. What a darling kid.
there is too much to do today. this week. i’m out of steam, overwhelmed, and tired, although i feel the latter is hopefully mostly due to indy getting up more than an hour earlier than i hoped he would. still, it’s the kind of morning that makes me wish i drank coffee. #sigh thinks to do today assuming i am not the one who goes into town but at least accomplish by monday: – finish laundry – put laundry away – clean the kitchen (well, it’s clean*er*…) – vacuum living…
I did a little coloring whilst in Amurrica. I might’ve done more, except the next few pages I can do with crayons and I didn’t have any. (More accurately, I only had access to 24, which is totally not enough. Also I screwed up and didn’t put a color-catcher page between two of the pages so I need to see if I can erase the colored pencil shadows that got pressed through onto what’s supposed to be my next page to color.) (Other people don’t worry about things like this,…
Picoreview: The Legend of Tarzan: Unexpectedly good! Now, I grant you that it’s possible my expectations going in were *so low* that anything that didn’t make me hide behind my hands and moan with the horror of it all was going to be unexpectedly good, but honestly, I really enjoyed it. I would watch more of those, and not just because Alexander Skarsgård spends a gratifyingly large percentage of the film with his shirt off (although sweet mistress of the moon, that doesn’t hurt. he’s really beautiful in this movie.).…