night of too many stars

and i would watch it if i did not have work in the morning so perhaps i'll find a few hours to catch it in on demand or reruns or something as if i'll find time (there are not enough hours in a day, naturally, but i don't have time to properly complain about that just now)...

catch it if you can :)

so tired (how many times)

that is how many times has so tired been the title of a writing, a babble, a journal entry, a diary page, a blurb, a blog, a bit of me in words... not that i was asking, actually, just noting the passing of another... probably reminded by the virtual zoe in caprica which is so full of hope for the stupid optimist in me who wants to believe innocence will finally overcome the typical normal macho fight club crap... but the one represented as the most innocent is thrown into the heart of the fight club crap and the stupidity continues... the writers are protraying the monotheists as corrupt and evil and yet, the one represented as most innocent may bring it back around to the jesus story to save everyone who corrupted the god concept and that would be so very disappointingly predictable and i am soo tired, so very tired of the same old story and all i come back to is when will humanity grow beyond the delusions...

not that i was asking, actually...