Aunt Joanne: birthday gift, barely started
                    Christmas gift, needs to be started
Uncle Tom: Not even started but can be late
Aunt Diane: Just needs finishing, but can be late
Cats and Dogs: Not even started, but thankfully animals cannot read a calendar
Kelly: done

Kate: Cute, but don't know that I'd make it.

Pocket Creatures: Ditto.

Thanksgiving is a time to give thanks--if only for the short break before finals--but I have a lot to be thankful for today.

So...here's some I took last night. While buzzed on peppermint mocha from Starbucks. Mmmm...peppermint mocha.

Cold Case

 

In “Saving Patrick Bubley,” Lilly investigates a case related to her first as a detective. Which she actually remembers, unlike me, who is usually so terrified on my first day of any job that I don’t even remember who I am.  The case is about a family where four brothers have been killed by a gang and of course there’s some deeper meaning about life, instead of just people shooting each other over really stupid shit. This episode was apparently brought to us by the Drug Council of America, because they have the mother getting addicted to crack after one hit, and maybe I’m just hopelessly naïve, but can you really get completely addicted to drugs after one hit? I couldn’t even get addicted to cloves (the cigarette, not the spice) after two years, though, so maybe I’m just weird. We also find out that Jo disappeared for reasons that no one knows but Scotty suspects it’s got to do with him. Scotty needs to stop falling over every girl that crosses his path because it never works out for him, does it? Lilly starts freaking out because she’s starting not to feel compassionate towards every single victim and family member that crosses her path, no matter how obnoxious and rude they may be. She also has a new look going on, and I have to say I’m really not a fan. Bring back the pantsuits and sexy yet professional updo, Lilly! It was realistic. It was hot. Ok, I’ll let the pantsuit thing go, but please just put your hair up in the clip again. Please? Anyway, they solve the case, they see dead people, and then the detectives all go out for beer and I cried. Because I always cry. Damn you, Cold Case, for making me be a girl.

 

How I Met Your Mother

 

In “Matchmaker” Lily and Marshall find a mutant beast in their apartment. Apparently it’s a cross between a mouse and a cockroach. I buy it—if any place were to breed such a creature, it would be New York. Or DC. I remember the first time I saw a cockroach. I’d like to say I bravely squashed it without flinching, but it’s entirely possible that I leapt onto the sofa and screamed like a girl. The mouse I called Mortimer and wanted to put in a cage but my roommates wouldn’t let me. Roommates suck. Anyhow, Marshall and Lily plan to kill it, but it’s a wily cockamouse.  Ted goes to a matchmaker and finds out he has no matches in NYC. And then they sing and dance with their brooms as they clean their house in the shetl of…oh. Wait. Wrong matchmaker. My bad. He finds his best match, but she’s already been fixed up and is engaged, he hits on her anyway and instead of a date gets basal cell carcinoma (and no, I didn’t have to look that up). Poor Ted. Barney is a geek and Robin finally sees that the cockamouse is real, as it soars off into the skies of New York…and then crashes into a window and dies. Circle of life, people, circle of life.

 

CSI: Miami

 

“Felony Flight” opens with a bunch of stupid college kids in a convertible who see  plane crash. They actually go to see what’s going on and then proceed to get shot. Way to encourage apathy there, CBS. If you care…you die! Anyway. Turns out the plane was carrying a murderer who was supposed to come tell the cops where a body was buried. Because no one’s ever tried that trick before. So he sabotaged the plane so it would crash. Why are police planes so easy to sabotage? Seriously, if you know you’re going to be transporting felons, wouldn’t you have the thing, I don’t know, welded together or something? At least come up with some funky, exotic screwdriver so that any fool with a Philips head can’t bring down your plane. The team springs into action, with Horatio donning his sunglasses of justice and dispensing pithy sayings and Alexx smoothing back the hair on all the corpses and poor Calleigh, Eric, and….what’s his face. You know, the Greg Sanders clone. Him. They all get shoved aside. Serial killer guy murders a bunch of sorority sisters—and honestly, is it really that much of a loss to society? Five fewer rich, catty, anorexic women with no brains? Yeah, I didn’t think so either. And Horatio is joined by the emotionless guy from CSI: NY making it impossible for me to find a scene with two characters I like less. Corpses have more personality than those two—and speaking of corpses, the one they dug up looks pretty damn good for someone who’s supposedly been dead for a year. Turns out serial killer guy didn’t kill her, someone else did but we don’t know who. And serial killer dude took his sorority girl hostage to NY on a plane he got from some rich chick who’s been writing to him in jail and who looks stunned that he kidnapped someone. Um, lady? He’s in JAIL. That’s where the bad people go. You’re not going to be the one who saves him—but, hey, if you get Hannibal Lechter you might have a shot at becoming an all you can eat buffet. We’re supposed to watch CSI: NY to find out what happened, but honestly, I don’t really care. If you want to know, watch it yourself.

 

NCIS

 

“Under Covers” begins with Tony looking all 007. And Ziva is there. And I’m not really sure what the dialogue was, because my brain stopped working when I saw Tony, but anyway they start going at it…or do they? Apparently it’s all an act, and they’re supposed to be undercover as assassins. Ducky is attempting to figure out about the assassins through autopsy, because he’s apparently the amazing Kreskin now, and Abby shows up wearing the cutest ever fifties bowling outfit. I want that outfit. And then I want to go bowling and say things like gee whiz and golly. A couple of people are spying on Ziva and DiNozzo who are apparently pretending to have lots and lots of sex while really insulting each other. I have to say, I really, really, like some of those scenes because all you can see of Ziva is her hair and if I squint real hard, tilt my head just the right way, and don’t look to hard I can pretend it’s me in bed with…and I just realized my mother reads this blog, so pretend that last sentence didn’t exist. Anyway. Ziva and DiNozzo are attempting to figure out who hired them, and it turns out the people watching them are FBI. Gibbs gets into a fake pissing war with the FBI agent in charge, but it turns out they’re old pals when no one is looking. Abby snarks at Ziva but I forgive her because, dude, she’s Abby. Chip is still there, being an overachiever. No one likes you, Chip. Go away. Please. Ziva and DiNozzo fail to notice a guy in the elevator going for a gun, which strikes me as kind of sloppy, especially for a Mossad agent. Aren’t they supposed to be all kick ass? The bad guy takes them to a hotel room and demands a disk and beats the crap out of DiNozzo. Ducky finds the disk—embedded in the eye of the female assassin’s body. Can I just say, EWW! Turns out she was pregnant and they were getting out of the business. Ziva tricks the guy into going to their hotel room where Gibbs gets him, and DiNozzo beats the living shit out of the other thug even those he’s still tied to a chair. Cause he’s just that good. Everybody fawns over DiNozzo and snarks at Ziva back at NCIS. Gibbs is heartbroken to see that Ducky is escorting the Director to the Marine Corps Birthday Ball. Lauren Holly seriously looks like she has inflatable balloons stuck to her chest in that dress. Seriously. Do men really find breasts that huge to be attractive? Abby stops to wish Gibbs a happy birthday, and he sits sadly alone at his desk drinking from a flask his late wife gave him. Everybody say it with me---aww.

 

 

Not much to report, have cast on for two supersecret holiday gifts, so I can't say much....I've also cast on for a movie Ravenclaw scarf. It's knit flat, not in the round because I'm teaching a class on it and they don't have the right size circs...le sigh. I hate seaming.

In non knitting news, I got a B+ on my con law midterm, so I am very very happy. I have to go study for psych now...really...I have too. I didn't study last time and I got a B+, I'm hoping actual studying will get me up to an A.

Plus, I feel guilty cause last time everyone was all, oh I stayed up for hours and didn't sleep and I studied for like ten minutes and got a B.

So, I've decided to try and organize my blogging. So that my readers (do I have readers? or am I making y'all up?) will have fun and exciting (I hope) things to read.

I hung out with Kelly and Mary this weekend. There was going to be knitting involved, but instead we went to IHOP for delicious caramel apple pancakes and then marauded through Target. We got back and instead of knitting, watched How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days and played poker. Mary won all of the chips--good thing we weren't playing for money.

Well, good for me and Kelly anyhow.

Then, today, I got to see Michael Crichton speak and it was so fabulous. I got a book signed and took a picture with him, which I will post when I get it developed. I actually talked to him, and was amazed I could still form coherant speech.

He's my favorite author of all time. I'm still in awe of meeting him.