my phone's on vibrate for you.

ok that's not true, i spent 2 bucks for a Travis ringtone, so when you call me I get to hear "Sing".

yeah, I got a cell. i know it seems like one of the signs of the coming apocalypse, but it's not like i'm going to have the headset attached to me non-stop, talking up a storm. being sorta tech geeky lately, i was more amused with setting it up than anything else. anyway.

i got David to watch FIREFLY! ok here's the story- yesterday i was flipping channels when i saw that Ethan Erickson is now hosting Coming Attractions on E! Now, I know that we all remember Ethan from the part in JAWBREAKER where he sucked Rose McGowan's Big Stick, so I was like- wow, what's he doing hosting this crap? But that immediately left my mind when he mentioned that they would be showing the trailer for a movie spun off from a cancelled show.

Here's what a pseudoStar Wars geek I am becoming with FIREFLY... I taped it. I TAPED THE FUCKING TRAILER!!!

And then made David watch when I got home from work last night. And then suggested that he watch the pilot episode. Which is 90 minutes long. And it was already 1:30. But we watched, he liked (watched more today, even!) and I am happy. And tired. And bummed at the lack of Kylie ringtones. And going to sleep now.

oh did I mention the new issue of Q I got today? With the Glastonbury Jukebox cd? With Damien Rice singing "Creep/Blower's Daughter"? Nope, I didn't.

although who gives a fuck now that I know Coldplay sang "Can't Get You Out of My Head" at Glastonbury. I would do a lot to get a copy of that. I have a camera phone now, and very little pride. I'm just sayin'.