EEE! A followup to the unbelievably creepy “Session 416”: Session 1. And HAHAHA, it’s JOSS. In both clips! (And duh me, “John Dowses” is an anagram of “Joss Whedon”)

Spoiler-free.

I think I just hurt myself laughing.

Scientologist Tom Cruise revealed that he is much older than the forty three years he has spent in his present body.

Tom Cruise noted that he is “old beyond reckoning.” What’s more, his current life is “probably one of the least satisfying” he has led.

“I was much happier in previous existences when I wrote plays, composed music, conquered nations, discovered continents, and developed cures for diseases,” said Tom Cruise.

And it gets even better!

P.S.: My possible ancestor kicked your past life’s scrawny midget backside.

Good news yesterday, coinciding nicely with James Marsters’ birthday! It looks like the Spike TV movie might actually happen, and if so, it will be written and directed by Tim Minear! Glee!

Of course, I still don’t really like the idea of having any kind of resolution from the Angel season 5 cliffhanger. (I give comics the canon-credibility of good fanfic.) And seeing as how SMG and David Boreanaz wouldn’t go near the project for all the tea in China, the lack of both Spuffy and delightful Spike/Angel snark would be quite a downer. Maybe Tim will go in the opposite temporal direction and write about the wacky evil hijinks of Spike and Dru? Feh, whatever. I trust Tim, and I trust Joss. And seeing the gruesome fate that has befallen (that is so not a word. that befell?) Tim’s recent projects, in spite of their brilliance, I’m not getting my hopes up. I just hope he can work with someone other than Fox.

I love getting references and jokes years after I hear them. Senior year, for some bizarre occasion, my friend Julia came to school in her father’s old lederhosen. A few weeks later, in the April Fools’ day edition of our school newspaper, they featured a photo of Julia from that day, with the caption “Julia Tucker-Huth dresses in lederhosen and gets drop-kicked into a fjord.” I found the line utterly hilarious at the time, and now, two and a half years later, I find that the line originated in an episode of The West Wing. It’s like an easter egg for me alone!

Well, that was out of the ordinary.

Yesterday, my dad and I went down to our old house in East Texas to start cleaning everything out. We’re selling it, as Bush makes everybody poor. After boxing up a bunch of books and toys for goodwill, we decided to take advantage of the good light and photograph this lot that had a bunch of old cars. I was delighted, as I’d gotten some lovely images (I’ll post the digital ones in my LJ later).

As we were getting ready to go, my dad pointed out this broken down Model-A truck from the 20’s that we hadn’t noticed. I took a few steps towards it, then started feeling slightly nauseous. I started walking back to the car to sit down and turn on the AC, I suddenly got hit with a wave of dizzyness and heat. As my dad guided me the few steps to the car so I could sit down, my vision went nearly black. I sat down in the driver’s seat, then realized that if we were going to go somewhere to get some water, I’d need to be elsewhere, so as soon as my vision was back to normal, my dad guided me around to the other side of the car to the passenger seat, so that I could get some air.

By the time we arrived at the nearby convenience store, I felt more-or-less okay again, though still unsettled. We decided to drive home then, rather than staying overnight as planned. We stopped for dinner, because in a blood test two days prior, a doctor told me that I had low blood sugar. By the end of the meal, I felt fine.

I just got off the phone with the doctor, who diagnosed it as hypoglycemia and gave me some advice as to what I should do until my mom gets back in town and we have a more formal meeting to discuss the results of the blood test. All is being taken care of!

And now: more West Wing. Ko has said she will disown me if I don’t watch the first season over the summer. Man, there are few things more depressing than getting sucked in to the first eight episodes, then to get in your car and be greeted by the soothing strains of Air America Radio and remembering what your real presidential cabinet is like.