Gasp!

Doublepost! Not even kidding. This is like an historic event. And even more historically, it's Monday and I'm making a post, even though I'll be seeing you in a couple of hours up at Oak Park. Why am I posting, you ask? No reason! Only I'm at work with little to do (not really, I'm actually not on duty. There's an off-duty tiara that we're supposed to wear when we're here but not working so no one will bother us, but I never wear it because it's made for a six-year-old head), and I figured I'd make a post because 1) I'm free, and 2) I'd rather not do homwork instead.

Last night I watched the season 1 finale of 24. 24 is one of those shows that you absolutely have to commit to because if you don't then you won't like it at all. I didn't like it at all at first, because nothing interesting happened, or everything good that happened was frustrating because there were still 20 hours/episodes for it to go wrong again. And everything did go wrong, up to the very last minute. And I cried and carried on about it for a while, and then went ahead and watched the first episode of season 2. Here are my thoughts, whether or not you're interested in them:
1. Gingers should never have beards. There is something about a ginger with a beard that is just so wrong.
2. There's no way you can seperate from your wife in the middle of your Presidential campaign and still become President.
3. Charlie was in it. Here's the real tragedy: I didn't even know it was Charlie at first because he was an abusive husband and father and he didn't have his super crimefighting mustache. I felt a little like crying.

So that's the lowdown on 24. It was sad and I'm still a little depressed about it. I will fight my depression by doing homework. I will fail. Did you know what I found out today about Galileo? Not that he pioneered the idea of a rotating, revolving, non-universe-centric earth, not that he treated Aristotle's research like gold, but that Galileo was one corny guy. Not even kidding. So there's your lesson of the day.

Later,
Amy