CIA frisbees and an addition to Alex's Menagerie of Crazy

current mood: irritated
current song: "Labor of Love" - Michael Giacchino, Star Trek OST
I've seen the new Star Trek film three times in the first week since it came out. And the third time was even kind of an accident. ("What, how do you see a film by accident, I don't understand, Alex, did you trip into the theater or something?" No.) I went with
lyriael's family, and I didn't realize we were going to see the movie. So. The first time was for Mother's Day - a family of dorks are we. I even went out and bought the soundtrack immediately. The second time was on Thursday, since Tommy Christopher was in town and we decided to see it together and be total Trekkies about it afterwards, arguing about when the Federation canonically became aware of the Romulan Empire. (Seriously.)
Friday was, actually, pretty chill. Meredyth/
lyriael had just come back from school literally the previous night, so we decided to hang out. Her dad picked me up at 11 AM, and drove us to the Metro station. And we got there before we realized we had no idea what we were going to do or where we were going to go. We rode the Orange Line all the way down to Eastern Market, and then we found out that there was nothing going on there since it was not the weekend. Undaunted, we headed into the nearby Dunkin' Donuts to regroup and procure some delicious cool drinks, since it was crazy-humid outside. I got a raspberry iced tea, which for some reason tasted of pecan. Meh, it was delicious. And apparently Obama and Biden had visited that Dunkin' Donuts, since there were pictures of them with a box of donuts on the wall. (The pictures were on the wall, not the donuts. Anyway.)
Once we were fueled with cold drinks, we headed out into the bright, hot day, going up to Capitol Hill, since Meredyth's mom works in the Longworth building. We walked for a while, and her mom let us into Longworth's cafeteria. They had some epic Cajun cod thing with sweet potatoes as their lunch-of-the-day, so we picked that. Let me tell you - the Congressional offices do not skimp on the portion sizes.
After that, we had no idea what the hell we were going to do, and there was some epic fail with trying to get a hold of a congressman to interview for Tommy...anyway, yeah, we walked to Union Station for shopping purposes. We spent about an hour in there, and then walked past the Newseum, and finally to the Smithsonian Metro station.
( The route map )
So yes, the new Star Trek film is wicked awesome, and I will definitely buy the special-edition DVD or whatever when it comes out. Because damn. And Zachary Quinto is perfect as Spock. Perfect. And new-Chekov is my fave, with his overwrought accent. Hahaha. He's so cute.
Saturday I was babysitting until I managed to get out and go to McLean Day, which I've missed every year for the past, uh...five years. So I got to see Sara, Rachel, Christine, Stephanie, Marisa, Nikki, Rhiannon, and the freshman horde that Christine has accumulated and drawn into her life of crime. (I am, however, the undisputed leader of the cult). Let me just say this: There's something a little weird and surreal about a town fair that has a CIA booth. No, really. The CIA's Office of Public Relations was out in full force, with a bunch of random free stuff. I am now the proud owner of a CIA pin, a CIA frisbee that folds up into a cool little pouch (really), a CIA plastic bag, a couple posters that say "I spied the CIA at McLean Day" (seriously), some CIA OPR post-it pads (no, really!), and a couple of little booklets about the OSS and intelligence during the Revolutionary War. And an awesome booklet about the CIA where you pull this little tab and it turns the pages. Oh yeah, and a couple CIA K-9 unit trading cards. (I am not making this up - it's kind of fucking awesome.) For someone who's as interested in the Agency as I am, this is a windfall of...random stuff. :D
I hung out with Sara and Rachel for most of the day, and bought two bracelets from Stephanie's mom. Then Sara and Rachel helped me win a goldfish! His name is Tomás. Or Tomásito, if you're my mom. (It's a long story, but it has to do with The West Wing and this crackfic that's been stewing in my headbox, wherein Gail gets a fishy boyfriend named Tomás, who is a calico, just like RL Tomás. Seriously it is wack, and that is not even the wackest part.)
I spent most of Sunday watching season 7 of The West Wing, which was so therapeutic, you do not even know. And today I found out some pretty gonk-worthy news that mixes religion and politics in the worst possible way, so I'm trying to calm my brain before I fire off a post at Daily Dose about it. Going to chill with Meredyth tomorrow, too. In the meantime, I'll just watch old Star Trek episodes on Youtube. Woot!
Got in off the waitlist at NYU, too. No way I can afford it, and I've fallen too hard in love with W&M. Maybe for law school, though!
Also, Zetapets is closing, possibly forever. I has a sad. :(
Been working on The Complete Idiot's Guide to The Bourne Betrayal. The parody is now fifty pages long and I'm not even a full third done with the book. The other parody was about ninety-six pages when complete. Yeah, this book is worse. By about a factor of what the fuck.





















