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Couple of things of interest:

- Some absolutely awful, horrible, no good, terrible news on the casting call for the Dark is Rising movie. I already saw this, one of y'all linked it, so I've had a little time to get over the crushing horror.

- Am rewatching the last seven episodes of Buffy S3, for no other reason than I kind of feel like it and my brother, who is strangely into genre TV (my good influence) is progressively acquiring more and more of Buffy on VCR - yes, useless for just about everyone in the world now, but my family has a combined DVD/VCR player that we won't be gettingrid of anytime soon, so I can play them. I'm quite enjoying it, just about to start on Earshot and then Graduation Day 1/2 - but what I really get a kick out of is seeing Wentworth Millar in the credits. I have no idea why, I just think it's hilarious. (He was one of the swim team jocks.)

I gotta say, Choices was kind of a really good episode, especially with the hot Angel/Faith macking. I'm kind of an Angel/Buffy girl, so this is a good season for me too. But the ep really kind of loses its suspense the second time though - once you know Angel's faking it, there's no crushing tension or betrayal or horror or whatever. The Prom is still just as awesome the second time through. *heartclutch* it's just kind of sad that the supposed lowest mortality rate for a graduating class probably became the highest.

And somebody, help me out: the Geek triad of Evil (or whatever they called themselves) in the fourth (or is it fifth? I have a feeling it must be fifth) season. (or wait. Fifth season was Glory. But hey surely weren't as late as sixth.) Andrew, Jonathan, and who the hell was flayed-alive guy? I can't remember and it is making me nuts. (Okay, I gave up and wiki'd: Warren, and sixth season, duh.)

- the reason I'm talking about television is I'm doing precisely nothing else right now other than working. Someone should come see The Prestige with me. Anyone?

AHAHA.

So I'm cooking macaroni cheese for dinner (the good folks at food_porn having given me cravings, although all their recipes involved about eight billion cups of milk and we only had about three cups, so I just did the Edmonds) but anyway, I've left Firefox open to my journal and Dad comes in and sits down. I go:

TUI: Control tab!
DAD: What?
TUI: Open a new tab.
DAD: Okay, how do you do that?
TUI: Hold down CTRL and hit T. Or go File -> New Tab. or right-click on a link and go Open in New Tab. (I like to give lots of information.)
DAD: *does so* Ah!

He mucks around loading cricinfo.com (god knows why: all NZ cricket results are the same, viz, we lose.) and then goes into the other room to watch the news. Meanwhile I stick the dish in the oven and come to fiddle around on Livejournal and my emails in my original tabs. He comes back in, and goes:

DAD: You haven't lost that page, have you?
TUI: Nah. *clicks his tab*
DAD: Oh! is that what tabbing does?
TUI: Yeah, this is why Firefox is great.
DAD: *squints at screen* And... are those things up there all your other tabs? Have you got all those things open?
TUI: Um. Yes?
DAD: Oh, I didn't know that. Is that tabbed browsing? I've heard of that.

Oh, Dad. *squishes* The thing that makes this most hilarious is that he's normally pretty tech enabled. But, wow. You know what this means? All those times I close tabs when he's looking over my shoulder? I could just switch tabs and he wouldn't have known. Wow.