I have a problem.
And it rides a motorcycle, wears bad 90's shoes, and is genetically engineered.

It seems like almost every summer for the past few years, I have gone a stretch of time (which I shall not disclose) where I go through and re-watch episodes of Dark Angel. You remember, Jessica Alba - kicking butt and pouting constantly? The show only had two seasons, but man were they packed with stunts, chase scenes, and the hope for development in Max's (Alba's) relationship with sweet-geek Logan. Most people choose light, bright, sunny, summery movies this time of year, but noooooo - I pick the dark, bleak, dreary, poorly-lit streets of futuristic Seattle where people always wear jackets and have a need for gloves. Oh but to have that leather jacket and those mad skillz...
(But that reminds me of a question - is it just me, or did an inordinant amount of the great films/tv shows of the 90s center around Seattle : 10 Things I Hate About You, Dark Angel, Sleepless in Seattle, Frasier... can we think of any others?? It must have something to do with the coffee...)
If it isn't Dark Angel, it's Buffy or Firefly, or something else from the Whedonverse that entertains and rots brains. Utter nonsense is a very nice break from school. And as lame and silly and strange as it all is, I kind of like this odd summer-heat-avoidance technique.
However, it is totally lame, silly, and strange.
So this Monday's motivation is to get off my lazy butt and go climb something, run somewhere, and generally work out.
Pretending all the while that I am really a crime-fighting bombshell running from bad guys in helicopters.
Lame. Silly. Strange.