I am a very geeked geek.

Oh my. What's this?



Could it be... a box of happiness?



Why yes, so it is. And what does that mean I have???



Damn skippy I have a complete set.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Word seems to have gotten out

Any illusions I harbored about keeping my Trek addiction in the closet at least where my extended family is concerned were officially shattered Christmas morning:



Merry Christmas meeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Um, wow. I'm extremely excited (and overwhelmed with everyone's generosity!), and ...also a little embarrassed. I'm going to have to throw out some stuff, move things around, and find prominent storage space for an entire shelf's-worth-o-Trek somewhere. Darn. :)

In less geeky news, it's my parents' 40th anniversary today! Yay!!! Months ago, my mother sneakily went through old albums and collected photographs of the two of them over the years, and had them put into a slide show set to old songs of theirs. Since May, she's been giddily looking forward to today when she could finally show it to my dad. She wasn't disappointed -- he cried through the entire thing, then insisted on watching it four more times.



Happy 40th, 'rents!!!

An entire section on alien prosthetics? SWEET.

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. I managed to forget what real life feels life for a few days, which constitutes a great break in my book, so, mission accomplished over here. Lots of sleeping in, good food, friends, and family made it pretty awesome, too. Also, my uncle came bearing unexpected gifts, so I now own the new Star Trek movie, complete with the second disk of special features which I generally scorn as a waste of money that only fools would buy into, but as soon as someone else bought it for me became the coolest thing in the world which I watched every second of immediately. Good times.

In semi-related news, it was a good move getting a second cat, no matter how jealous Garfunkel sometimes gets of Gracie. I came home today after four days at my parents' and his general demeanor said, "Oh you're back? I remember you. Well, pet me as long as you're here." This is a vast improvement over the first time I left him on vacation, during which time he would not eat, drink, sleep, or use the litterbox until poor distraught Jennifer went out and bought the Happy Kitty Hormone Plug-in of Happiness the vet recommended. "Also," said Garfunkel after I'd been home a few minutes, "could you refill my water bowl?" Because apparently the blue came-with-a-box-of-Easy-Mac bowl is the only one he'll drink out of anymore -- the extra I put out was untouched but his usual bowl was bone dry. That insane excuse for a self-sufficient predator would die of hunger or thirst completely surrounded by water and food if it wasn't in his normal bowl. Because even if he's emotionally more well-adjusted, he's still crazy.

In which electronic communication occurs

Monica and I had the following exchange today:

Monica on Twitter: I am in the process of assigning people to get me seasons of Doctor Who from the Amazon sale for Christmas. Who is taking season three?

Holly on Email: I'll get you Dr Who season 3 if you get me TNG season 3, 4 or 7. ...I'm totally serious. ...Although I should point out I'd be getting the better deal, financially.

Monica: Yes you would. You horrible girl. But if TNG goes on sale I’m all over it! Or would you be okay with used copies? Or… Best Of sets?

Holly: Nope. I require each season to be new. Shiny. Without flaw or blemish. Sealed by the factory with tender, loving care in delicately folded plastic wrap. Each season is only $41.99 right now on Amazon -- that's down $30 from the list price. *wheedle*

Monica: DVD snob.

So if anyone's looking for a way to drop $40 or so on some appreciative friends by way of early Christmas gifts, I hope this helps.

In other news, my friend Kasey is having a conversation with Robin McKinley over on Twitter. McKinley's responded twice to her so far. I... I am not that cool.