Meme!

Gacked from szandara:

Respond in the comments and

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours if you haven't already. (No need if you don't want to, actually.)

My Weekend In Bullet-Points

• Friday afternoon: Worst dragonboat practice ever. No really, ever. I sucked, everyone else sucked, we all sucked. Some of us (including me) have been doing this for seven years now - you'd think we'd at least have a veneer of good technique. I came away with a heavy sense of discouragement and back muscles that ached for the rest of the weekend.
• Saturday morning: A (long overdue) trip to the dentist. I lost a filling while I was in Cuba, which was enough to make me finally stop procrastinating on this front. Said filling was right up next to and under the gumline of one of my eyeteeth; the dentist also found a cavity at the tip of the same tooth. So I was pumped full of Novocaine (it even made my left eye go numb) and drilled from top to bottom. I practically have a new tooth now. Which is good, except ouch. At least I got to feel all virtuous while popping Advil after the freezing faded. I have another appointment on Friday to see what else she can find.
• Saturday evening: My evening with my cousin had to be cancelled when she called to say that she and her daughter had been throwing up all the previous night and all morning, poor things. In order to avoid watching the entire fifth season of Six Feet Under in one day (I just can't get enough of that show), I took myself out to a movie and saw X-Men 3. I gather that the film does terrible disservice to several of the characters, but not being terribly familiar with the X-Men fandom, I thought it was alright. It didn't blow me away, but it was a pleasant enough way to pass the evening.
• Sunday afternoon: Went to my mother's house for a belated birthday BBQ for my sister. Brought some of my laundry with me because some traditions just never die. :-) While in her basement putting wet clothes into the dryer, I wondered vaguely where Linus's ashes were, then decided that I wasn't ready yet to come face-to-face with them.
• Sunday evening: A thoroughly frustrating and unproductive phone call with Jim that left me brooding until the wee hours. Mostly my fault as I was feeling hypersensitive. I need a new brain.

Six Feet Under

I'm on Disc 5 of S5 of Six Feet Under. Without getting too spoilery, I need to say:

::wibble::