Okay... so, ignorining the bikini girls... if every woman turned down a role that was "sexualized" in any way, we wouldn't have had T'Pol or Seven of Nine (and ditto for the guys... seriously, Trip spent a looooot of time shirtless and in his undies. I'm so not complaining). The good thing about these actors (and the writers), though, was that they were able to take that role, look past the in-your-face tight jumpsuit and decon chamber scenes and make the characters so much more.
My whine o' the day... dragged my skates halfway around the world (in checked luggage because, apparently, I could hurt someone with those things), let my coworkers know that one of my goals this visit was to hit one of the local rinks... annnndd.... nothing. Either we'd be stuck at a long dinner or we'd work late or my coworkers would need to borrow my car to get back to their resort hotel (since I stayed so close to the office in a little holiday inn and they didn't... and missed their rides) or tonight, when I got stuck at the office, then got stuck in traffic, then got lost in detour hell... then, with thirty minutes left, parked my car annnnndddd... couldn't find the rink in the main city. I ended up hitting the local supermarket to get some yogurt for dinner and heading back through the detour maze to the hotel. This time, I ignored the GPS and found my way back in half of the time.
Good news? I might have to come back here

(though I won't know until sometime during my vacation), so maybe I get to play this game again. *sigh* I have major ice withdrawl and my butt is getting huge from no exercise and toooooooo much fatty French food and chocolate. I've gotta learn to run, like Elessar. Easy exercise to do anywhere.
Oh, and had my hopes dashed about eventually getting a hybrid car. Been driving a Prius all week and something about the system makes me violently motion sick as it keeps switching around.

No one else feels it, but I can barely make it to the office every morning.
Annnnddd I have to paaaaackkkk. Don't wanna pack again. Last time, I needed to sit on my bag twice to get it closed (but I impressed myself-- one woman, two + weeks of clothing-- half of which is work clothes, half vacation clothes, figure skates, work instrumentation--all in one small suitcase that I normally use as a carry-on, along with one purse and one carry-on (for my 'pooter and related junk)). This time, I fear the bag.