Hollywoodland

Or as I have decided to call it, Daylight Stupid Time. And it’s a good excuse, too!

As most of you probably have heard, actor Peter Graves passed away yesterday at the age of 83. He apparently had a heart attack. He is best known for playing Jim Phelps on the TV show Mission Impossible.

I got a huge surprise in today’s mail. A refund check from a company I used to get my insulin pump supplies from. Apparently, I overpaid them. I’ll probably use it to buy a new desk chair and floor mat because mine are both wearing out.

Here’s something that’ll blow your mind. According to scientists, the Chilean earthquake last month moved the city of Concepcion at least 10 feet to the west! And it wasn’t the only city to get shifted that much.

Eureka returns July 9th!

Tonight we have a new episode of Chuck.

Had fun with the family history over the weekend. I’m going to try and do some more during the week, too.

Reading: Finished up Serpent and am now reading Deck the Halls by Mary Higgins Clark and Carol Higgins Clark.

I think Daylight Savings Time is one of the most annoying things on the face of the planet. It doesn’t save anything. It certainly doesn’t save daylight. It just moves it around. And Congress claiming their expansion of DST is to save electricity by extending the afternoon/evening daylight? Guess what, that’s the stupidest argument I’ve ever heard!!! It’s certainly never saved any electricity at our house! Arizona and Hawaii are the only states that now don’t deal with this foolishness. And I wish I lived in one place or the other so I didn’t have to deal with it either!

Ahem. Anyway. I’ve been listening to podcasts this morning about the Law of Attraction. I know a lot of people who swear by this so I’ve decided to give it a whirl. If I can figure out what the heck I’m doing.

Spent most of the day yesterday working on family history. Found a bunch of duplicates which I merged together. Also deleted a bunch of people who didn’t connect to my lines. Not sure how they even ended up in my database. Unless I’d deleted the connection earlier after determining they weren’t really related to me after all. I’ll be doing more of the same this afternoon/evening.

Unbelievably, Rachel Alexandra got beat yesterday in her race. Not by much, granted, and she hasn’t run in weeks, so maybe it’s not too surprising. Last night I finally watched the first episode of the Brit show Survivors. Wow. Intense. The basic premise is a super virus spreads around the world and kills off more than 90% of the world’s population. Now the survivors have to learn how to, um, survive without modern conveniences like electricity, cell phones, running water, etc.

Reading: I’m still reading Serpent by Clive Cussler and Paul Kemprecos. Should finally get that finished tonight.

Beer goggles? That’s an excuse? For what? Fashion stupidity?

I’m still loving the show Who Do You Think You Are? I’m not going to complain (much) about the trials and tribulations of searching for my ancestors anymore. Last night former Dallas Cowboy (and Dancing with the Stars alum) Emmitt Smith worked on his family tree which included his great-great grandparents and beyond who were slaves. Tracing slave ancestry is incredibly difficult because there are very few records the further back you go. I guess that’s true for the rest of us, too, to a certain extent, but I think tracing slave ancestors would be awfully frustrating (at the very least) and sad.

Since it’s the weekend, I’ll be climbing back into my family tree and seeing what nuts I can shake loose. I learned just yesterday that one of my great-grandfathers divorced his first wife before he married my great-grandma. I’d never known he was married before! And I only found out because my aunt who passed away last year had a copy of the divorce decree. We ended up with all the family history stuff she had.

There are Derby prep races on the horse racing channel this afternoon which I’ll be watching.

Reading: Finished up Death of a Ghost. Now I’m reading Serpent by Clive Cussler and Paul Kemprecos. I thought I had read this one but it’s not ringing any bells at all, so I guess not. I love Kurt Austin almost as much as I love Dirk Pitt.