There's a mermaid in my television.

Not this one.

Or this one.

She's sitting just like this one.

Do you see her, too?

How 'bout now?


Back in *ahem* December I decided to rearrange the furniture in my living room. But when I made the first big move, getting the gargantuan broken recliner out of the doorway and against a wall, I discovered this little friend in the reflection of my tv. I have a particular fondness for mermaids and fairies, and had a hard time motivating myself to continue the move, since doing so would shift the recliner over by eighteen inches or so, removing the boxes that the fan is sitting on and thereby sending my partially aquatic friend there back to the deep blue.

And because I'm extremely lazy and can justify this behavior with the greatest of ease, the furniture has remained in a non-arranged state since then, with cushions and boxes and all sorts of things sitting in their "I'll just put it here in the meantime" positions.

< excuse justification >
Remember, please, that I was in treatments all of January, and sick with the Martian Death Flu most of February.
< / excuse justification >

Today, I have decided to photograph my friend, bid her adieu, and get back to rearranging the furniture.

This likely comes from the guilt I'm feeling because of the last few days. See, I've recently discovered the tv show Friday Night Lights. I've heard nothing but good things about the show, but remember, please, that I am an airhead, and when you name a show something like Friday Night Lights, and then don't put it on Friday nights, you will cause my head to explode. So while it stars one of my very favorite actors and I was moderately motivated, it took me seventeen episodes to find it on Wednesday evening. And then it promptly went on a two week hiatus. Which means when I went looking for it again this past Wednesday and found some 20/20 special (or something. Not Kyle, which was the important part) I had a rare moment of brilliance and decided to catch up by watching past episodes online.

Whoa, Nelly, is this some compelling tv. I had finished all 17 episodes by Friday evening at 6, re-watched episode 18 (which I managed to see on tv during it's original run) and rewatched some scenes of episode 4 ("Who's Your Daddy?") which Cracked. Me. Up.

The good news is that while I was revelling in Kyle slothhood, I did a fair amount on this

Just a few more inches on the shoulder decreases, then I'm done.

Then I can help Aslan recover from one of the banes of being a man with luxiouriously long hair.

Chest hair in the mouth.