Let the internet stealing and the badgering for real internet begin!

Well, I've now been home for a week, and thanks to a visit from Emily last night, I can already see my floor again. (There's a lot of stuff in my closet that won't be ending up there. That's a work in progress.)
My new job is good, although also kind of a work in progress. Clark and I have been experimenting with different things, including some Twitter spamming (hey, if you're talking about what medicine you need in your Twitter post, I'm sending you a coupon. Seriously, people? Immodium? You want the entire world to know you have some kind of gastric ailment?) and some other social networking, as well as some email campaigns and a few other things. It's fun working with Clark and carpooling with Spence (even if Spence's carpool listens to Glenn Beck on the way home sometimes), and I think that once we settle into what I'm really doing, the job is going to be really enjoyable. I will admit that the other day when I read Brittany's blog about her secret love of Zac Efron (which included her trademark, "Don't judge. You don't even know my life." I felt a little pang of missing Five Star, but I'm not going to miss trying to cram people into little spaces of time or trying to get them same day appointments because they apparently decided to get their house painted and therefore need to do it IMMEDIATELY or possibly YESTERDAY.
I would like to say a little word about Twitter, because I've been spending some time there for the last couple of days, and I have sworn that I will never have my own account there unless I have some kind of business need to connect to people that way. There may be people who are really clever, but mostly I just see a lot of people talking about nothing to no one in particular. The number of posts that I read and just go "Seriously? You wrote that?" is pretty unbelievable. Everyone else can just enjoy that fad without me. I have a hard enough time with the Facebook status, but at least there's more going on with profiles and wall posts and such. I realize that even this blog is an extended form of the same narcissism that drives many of the tweets I see, but at least I'm using complete sentences. And while I'm operating under the possibly false assumption that you all care about the trivial things I write about, you did actually come here, so you must care a little bit. Sigh. And now I sound very stodgy and old. Oh well.
Meanwhile, My secret stash of internet connection is still holding out (in one corner of the house and occasional bursts in my room) enough to keep me semi-connected. Today I got one really awesome gift from the wireless gods and got a consistent enough connection that I was able to watch the latest episode of Dollhouse, which, just by the way, was AWESOME, and yay for whoever plays Wash on Firefly being the fabulous guest star.
I've had a cold this week, which has been funny with all of the Swine Flu freak outs everywhere, but I laughed really hard when I turned over my James Dean calendar the other night and came up with picture picture very similar to this (except he was wearing glasses):


Yeah. Could James have better timing? I'm going to submit that he cannot.
I'm about halfway through 1984, having put a couple of other things on hold so that I can bond with my sister-in-law at her monthly book club this month. It's both everything and nothing that I expected, and I'm enjoying it, including the occasional renamed references to places in London. (Victory Square is totally Trafalgar Square, and I love that I could tell based on the description of where St. Martin-in-the-Fields and the "picture gallery" are.)
I'm hitting up some of my nephews' baseball games while I'm around (I had to miss Jake's because I'd stayed home from work with the cold, but I saw Cooper's) and that's enjoyable. More enjoyable is the fact that Savy and Cooper have started answering anyone who says "Sorry" to them by singing "It's too late to apologize." I spent last summer having Katie Rencher sing that to everyone in London, and hearing it come out of Savy's little mouth sounding more like "It's too yate to apowogize!" is just beyond amazing. I can't believe she's about to turn four.

I'm going to finish this off with a to-be-added-to list of my priority movies and books for the summer, because it's harder to get up the urge to post when you have to haul downstairs and sit on the bench by the window without moving too much, so I'm going to take full advantage.

Movies:
State of Play
The Soloist

Up
Wolverine (as skeptical as I am about the whole X-Men:Origins concept, I do dearly love these movies and will probably stick with them through one more)
Star Trek (how can this be so exciting when I didn't watch Star Trek at all growing up? JJ Abrams, possibly)
Harry Potter (obviously)

Is Anybody There? (If it ever comes anywhere near me)

Adam

possibly The Brother Bloom (mostly because I love the two leading men so much)
Lots more I can't remember now but will add later. Or possible not that many. Who can keep track? I think there's something I wanted to see that's still at the cheap theater in Kaysville though, so I'm getting on that. And I just looked it up. Taken, because I love Liam. 
Still Little Dorrit, as soon as the library or Top Hat get it.


Books:
Return of the Native (for my summer Hardy)
Life of Pi
The Satanic Verses
Convergence
At least one of the Cranford books in that set I got
Middlemarch
Tender is the Night
One of the unread E.M. Forster novels on my shelf - A Passage to India or Where Angles Fear to Tread (or possibly A Room With a View, which I don't have on my shelf, but I loved the movie when I saw it at the IC a LOT.)
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (yes, that's happening)