Today, beginning 8:30 pm and finishing at 9:30 pm, the global event known as Earth Hour will take place. The cause is to promote awareness of the consequences of global warming and the need to take action. For the time stated above, all participants are asked to turn off all unnecessary lights for one hour. This year, "nearly 4,000 cities and towns in 88 countries" are joining the event, including Paris, Sydney, Geneva, Bucharest, New York City, Beijing, Shanghai, Bangkok, the Great Pyramids in Egypt, and Scott Base in Antarctica.

Read this article for more information.

I hope you guys participate tonight and lend your support! Unfortunately, the event clashes with the scheduled airing of Legend of the Seeker, so I'm on tenterhooks right now on whether I should turn off the TV, too.

HAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN'T CONTAIN IT ANYMORE. I have a lawyer. His name is Sylvester. We've been working together since the fifth grade. And just now I decided that Jorge (HOR-hay, not Georgie) is the name of my professional hit man. A highly skilled contract killer who came into being shortly after I threatened Yachi with the usual "I'll kill you… in your sleep." Which segued into a long, Conan O'Brien-esque "There will be no physical evidence linking me to your murder. It shall be done. I will pay for it. And I will be blameless, blameless in the eyes of the international court…"

See, when you threaten people, you've got to make the "I'll kill you" part loud and menacing (preferably in a heavy metal death voice), then wait a few, uncomfortable seconds for that to simmer before springing the "in your sleep" bit in a low, intimidating hiss. Unfortunately, I haven't mastered the death threat sans the goofy grin yet, but it's enough to personally entertain.

Jorge is 100% pure Mexican, of course. Sylvester is just one of those run-of-the-mill sleazy white Americans, though — now that I think about it — possibly part Russian and Italian mafia. Gee… that would explain why he's so… lethal.

Damn, it's too perfect. I'm beside myself.

HOLY FUCK I DID NOT REALIZE THAT TERMINATOR WAS ON TODAY. HOLY FUCK I ALSO DEFINITELY DID NOT REALIZE THAT TERMINATOR WAS ON LAST WEEK. 'Cause all of a sudden I look at the clock (8:37 pm) and I start screaming. And then my dad walks by and says, "Hey, I watched that show last Friday while you were sleeping. It was pretty interesting." And then I start screaming anew.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Now my integrity is ruined.

"– My fall will be for you –
My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I will bleed forever…"
— Nightwish, "Ghost Love Score"

This operatic chorus (featuring none other than the London Philharmonic Orchestra) is one of the most awesome hooks I've ever heard. Check it out.

"Ghost Love Score" by Nightwish, Once (2004)

Since I had a nice long nap today, I'm determined to spend the entire night (and early morning) catching up on my favorite shows on Hulu. And since I know you're just bursting with curiosity, the shows in question include (in approximate ranking of brilliance/preference):

1. House
2. Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
3. Legend of the Seeker — based on a series of fantasy novels called The Sword of Truth
4. And to a lesser extent, Fringe, which has gotten ruddy spectacular all of a sudden

In short, Alec Baldwin can be very persuasive.

On the other hand, I need to go wash my hair.

Edit: Dreamhost's $0.77/month hosting sale is still on, for those of you still interested.

Excerpt from the official House wiki:

In the 100th episode, House and the team take on the case of a woman who collapsed in the middle of a cooking class, and they soon learn she is a highly-renowned cancer researcher who recently gave up her entire career in order to pursue her own personal happiness. Though the team struggles to understand how the woman could give up saving lives for the sake of her own contentment, each grapple with the pursuit of happiness (or lack thereof) in their own lives. As the patient’s condition continues to worsen, so does Thirteen’s as she begins to suffer serious and life-threatening reactions to the experimental Huntington’s Disease clinical trial. Meanwhile, Cuddy attempts to make House’s life miserable for him in retaliation for his part in her own unhappiness.

Foreman, you eejit. Don't switch Thirteen's medication!

Other notes:

• I'm still alive.
• Still waiting for Internet service at my new townhouse.
• "I hate people" is an understatement.
• I waste too much money on those Florida's Natural fruit juice string/nuggets.
• Why the chronic short-term memory loss?
• Really need to stop slacking off on that application.
• Epica's The Divine Conspiracy, for reasons that still escape me, is a disappointment.

But I suppose no one really gives a shit.

That's okay.