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Jul. 6th, 2009

healingmirth: Chekov from ST:AOS: "Can do that" (can do)
I owe [personal profile] muccamukk multiple words about five words, but it got a bit out of hand, and I got distracted, so I'm going to post this first! Many of these paragraphs have nothing to do with the ones adjacent to them, but I am too lazy, as always, to find transitional phrases

cutting the most of the tl in the tl;dr )

I've just started watching season 3 of America's Best Dance Crew on the MTV website, and was completely surprised to see Dominic and Hok from SYTYCD show up with their crew. I actually made a sort of screeching noise and scared my cat when Hok popped up on screen. That Brian kid looks familiar, too, but I'm not sure if I remember him from SYTYCD auditions, or what. Also, Brandon from the clogging group I think tried out for SYTYCD...and maybe was brought back for the finale last season?

Also, my mom bought Sammy a new cat toy, with a bell in it. He is terrified of toys with bells (traumatic collar incident as a kitten? nfc.) so I think I may need to tear it open to take the bell out.

And in belated maybe-date news (verdict: may have been a date, but if we go somewhere again, it won't be) Star Trek was at least as awesome the second time as the first. Although, wow, I do not remember it being quite so lens-flare-tastic. The "IMAX" version, while quite pretty, and possibly higher-resolution than the original print, was still projected in widescreen format, so was not actually any larger than the screen I saw it on originally. But, was also the same price as a normal movie ticket, so I'm not going to complain. I managed to keep the tears (dear English language: how awful is it that crying and ripping have homographic synonyms? please be more specific. ugh.) to a minimum. The random guy next to me, who spent most of the pre-movie period going on at length about the flaws in Transformers 2, also was subtly wiping his eyes, though, so whatever.
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did something to my thumb that precludes typing, or anything that involves moving my left hand, so if I owe you a response to something, sorry. ow.