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2011 Master Tally

It’s the first of the year, and once again I’m telling myself that I’m going to start keeping track of the things I watch and read because:

1. I don’t remember shite
2. it’s fun to share.

So here begins my tallying for 2011!   I’ll try to keep it just a simple list here, and do separate entries for comments and reviews and whatnot.

2011 Movies:

1. Mad Max 01/02
2. The Road Warrior 01/02
3. Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome 01/02
4. The Forbidden Planet 01/02
5. Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans 01/07
6. Fort Apache 01/08
7. The Commancheros 01/08
8. The Undefeated 01/08
9. Star Trek: The Motion Picture 01/09
10. Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan 01/09
11. Star Trek: The Search for Spock 01/09
12. Star Trek: Generations 01/09
13. Star Trek: Nemesis 01/09
14. The Ruling Class 01/11
15. Pootie Tang 01/13
16. Treasure of the Sierra Madre 01/14
17. Ip Man 01/15
18. Curse of Frankenstein 01/15
19. Dr. Who: The Androids of Tara 01/16
20. The Sorcerer’s Apprentice 01/16
21. Dr. Who: The Ark in Space 01/18
22. Santa Sangre 01/19
23. The Pink Panther 01/20
24. The Brain That Wouldn’t Die 01/22
25. Le Mans 01/22
26. Jason and the Argonauts 01/22
27. The Abominable Dr. Phibes 01/23
28. Dr. Phibes Rises Again 01/23
29. The Last Man on Earth 01/23
30. The Honey Pot 01/25
31. Krull 01/26
32. Frankenstein Must Be Destroyed 1/26
33. Quantum of Solace 1/27
34. Abbott & Costello Meet Frankenstein 1/29
35. Abbott & Costello Meet the Mummy 1/29
36. Lust for Life 1/30
37. Flash Gordon 2/2
38. Legends of the Fall 2/3
39. The Brother From Another Planet 2/4
40. Erik the Viking 2/4
41. Crazy Heart 2/4
42. the Fifth Element 2/5
43. Being There 2/5
44. Viva Zapata 2/6
45. The Pride of the Yankees 2/6
46. Sunrise 2/6

2011 Books:

1. On A Pale Horse Piers Anthony 01/01
2. A Game of Thrones George RR Martin 01/16

Sickness and such.

Good morning, kids!  Yes, I realize it’s 5 in the afternoon, but to me it still feels like morning.  Most likely because I’ve been asleep for most of the day fighting off some sort of rancid illness that I contracted from god-knows-where.  It’s your usual stomach bug, but with the added twist of one swollen eye.  I can’t find anything wrong with my eye, and unless Mick managed to sucker-punch me in the face while I was asleep I’m going to blame it on some weird allergic food reaction.  I did eat a pizza with spinach on it last night, which is completely out of character for me.  Wouldn’t it just figure that as soon as I decide to be a grown up and eat some leafy greens for a change, I find out I’m allergic?  Figures.

So I took a sick day from work, slept away as much of the morning as I could when I wasn’t being interrupted by texts and tweets and junk emails coming through my phone.  I finally broke down and shut the fucker off when an unneccesary Facebook email notification woke me up from a fabulous dream about cake.  Damn you Facebook, robbing me of delicious dream cake.  Although it wasn’t all junk; I did get some consolation from my little brother, who is apparently down with a similar illness.  I also got a nice comment from author Scott Snyder thanking me for my enthusiasm over American Vampire.  Very nice!  I am pretty enthusiastic about it too.  I haven’t gotten a chance to delve into it just yet, what with Iron Man 2 last night and sickness today (we’ll talk about Iron Man an in a minute), but I’m pretty pumped.  You’ll hear all about it as soon as I get into it! 

Also in my tweets today, I recieved a kind word (and coupon!) from the folks at Queen Helene, who I mentioned in a tweet the other day.  And that just happens to be the product I’ve been telling you I was going to be endorsing any day now!  Well today is that day, friends.  I wholeheartedly approve this message: Queen Helene Cocoa Butterl otions are awesome.  At the risk of sounding like a cornball commercial, I will say honestly that I got turned on to this lotion by a professional model who worked for Max Azria (we were buddies in rehab); she was also a pro runner for Nike and was out in the sun all the time.  I, on the other hand, was a bartender who worked nights and slept all day, keeping my day-glo vampire skin in pristine pale condition.  Of course, going to Southern California for 28 days led to me being pretty crisp for a week or two, and my friend was quick to toss me her bottle.  Did I mention the stuff comes in huge bottles?  It’s awesome.  And much to my delight, I found that not only does the Queen Helene Cocoa Butter lotion work great for relieving sunburn pain, but it works wonders to keep your skin hydrated and wards off peeling.  I’m happy to say that I did eventually build up a base tan, and I managed to spend a good three weeks with the only tan I’ve ever gotten in my entire life.  And since then, I’ve had many sunburns and more than a couple bottles of Queen Helene always at the bedside.  So for all my fellow pasty Irish pals out there, grab yourself a bottle of Queen Helene next time you’re at the store.  I’ve personally bought it at HEB, Wal-Mart, and Walgreens, so it shouldn’t be hard to find.  And inexpensive too!  A huge bottle is less than $5 and will last ages, even with frequent use.  And just for a little extra impetus, I’ll share my coupon link with the first 5 people to email a request to ygfad.tara@gmail.com!  And thanks again to the folks at Queen Helene for the coupon and great products!       

And I suppose I must mention the fact that I did get to attend the screening of Iron Man 2 at the Alamo Drafthouse last night.  In short, I had a blast.  We did get sort of shafted by the studio (long story), and Mick and I ended up in the front row, but it was fun nevertheless.  I just like to think that I got a better seat for Jon Favreau’s great Q&A after the flick, and for the surprise appearance of Mister Robert Downey Jr. who came in to introduce the film.  That’s right, I was like 10 feet away from Tony Stark.  I did manage to bottle up all my fangirl energies and avoid hurtling over the railing for a full-contact tackle (which would have probably ended in concussions and assault charges), but I may have hopped a little during the theater-wide standing ovation upon his entrance.  As for the film, it was pretty much what I expected.  Which, quite simply, was a lot of fun.  I heard some people complain that it felt slow in the middle, that there wasn’t enough action, but I never felt that way.  Sure, it could have had more action, EVERYTHING could use a little more action, but I didn’t find myself bored because of it.  Downey was great, as was Mickey Rourke as the psuedo-sexy psycho Whiplash.  A delightful suprise came in the form of one Sam Rockwell, who I didn’t realize was in the film at all. (My research into this one was a little lacking.)  For one thing, I love pretty much everything Sam Rockwell does ever, and in Iron Man 2 he proves that he can do sleazeball really well.  It’s all in the details and his commitment to the character; I won’t spoil one of my favorite character moments of his, except to say watch his hands while he’s having his first meeting with Ivan (Rourke).  I was thankful that someone (a woman, unsurprisingly) did bring it up during the Q&A and Favreau got a chuckle out of telling us the story.  That’s one of the other things that I did enjoy about the film was the attention to detail, not only by the actors for their characters, but by the writers and director for the continuity and overall story tie-ins, bringing in little elements of Avengers stuff and bits that make all the geeks a bit giddy inside.  I also appreciated that they haven’t dumbed down the Avengers angle by bringing in a real explanation of SHEILD or Nick Fury and the like.  They present them as an element of the story, and I think they make it pretty obvious that there’s more going on there than we realize at the moment.  I like, though, that we’re sort of left in the dark, even at the end, because so are the characters.  Of course some people already know where things are heading, but those who don’t (myself included) should enjoy the not-knowing.  Omnipotence is dull, give us a little mystery.  In short, go check out Iron Man 2.  Geek recommended!

And once again, I’ve written so much more than I intended to, which I suppose isn’t a bad thing.  But my most excellent caretaker/husband has gone to fetch me dinner and should return any minute now, so I’ll leave you with all this for today.  Tomorrow maybe I’ll get to the Jim Steinman thing, and hopefully some American Vampire.  Oh, and I finally have things to say about the new Dr. Who  We’ll see where the evening takes us.  Be excellent to each other, kiddos.  Love ya, mean it.

Just the facts.

Hey kiddies!  Hope you’re having a fabulous Wednesday, and a very merry St. Patrick’s Day. 

I wish I had something exciting to tell you, but things have been busy at work and leaving little time for fun and excitement.  So here’s a little news for the day to keep you occupied:

Because we here at YGFAD are unashamed Eli Roth groupies, I was excited to read that his new production, The Last Exorcism (nee Cotton) has a release date!  Come on August!

Here’s an equation I never expected, but in the end it’s not so surprising:
John Mellencamp + Stephen King + musical = The Ghost Brothers of Darkland County.
The project has already been postponed once, but now there’s a director on board.  That’s a start, right?  No release date as of yet.

Speaking of musicals, Poe is also getting a CD/DVD release!  Haven’t heard of it?  It’s only a musical about the works of frickin Edgar Allen Poe, penned by Eric Woolfson (of Alan Parsons Project fame) and starring Steve Balsamo, who played the titular role in London’s 2009 run of Jesus Christ Superstar.  Prog rock horror musical FTW!  {For the record, Ian Gillan was still the best Jesus, hands down. Sorry dude.} 

And because I like Scalzi and I think he makes a good point, here’s a nice logical reason why we still don’t have replicants and Jupiter is still a celestial behemoth (and, as far as we know, not full of magical monoliths).

SGU anyone?  New trailer’s up on io9!   Reminds me how much I LOVED the last two minutes of the last episode. 

Someone give this guy a hug.  Preserving the lost art of VHS cover art! 

And just for fun, here’s a pretty picture of space dust!

Good morning!  Happy Tuesday to you all, hope you SXSWers are finding ways to stay dry out there.  I could almost feel sorry for you if I wasn’t blinded by raging jealousy.  :)  

So far, the news today has been relatively interesting from a geeky perspective.  Check these out:

The NCBI (National Center for Biotechnology Information, a division of the National Institute for Health) is testing the reactions of brown tree snakes to human blood using…wait for it…dirty tampons. (SPOILER: it eats them.)

Scott Snyder and Stephen King are making vampires scary again!!  This blurb from Snyder sells it:
“So part of the point of American Vampire is to make (vampires) scary again. In the original ads for the series, we wanted to do pictures of Skinner standing on a heap of dead old-fashioned vampire bodies, grinning, all bloody with smoking guns in his hands. And the tagline was ‘I don’t fucking sparkle.’ We thought about using another that said: ‘This ain’t your little sister’s vampire.’ The idea was that American Vampire is not a pin-up. When (Skinner) changes into a vampire, he’s fucking scary. You don’t want to kiss him.”  Good on you, boys.  Looking forward to it.

Some new details about Universal’s The Thing prequel.  Contrary to io9.com contributor/article author Meredith Woerner, I think the foreign language bit is a plus.  I fear no subtitle.  Although one must remember the difference between a film coming from a foreign house and one that comes from the US and makes poor use of a foreign language as a gimmick.  Let’s hope that isn’t the case here.  Also, CARPENTER RULES!  

In astro-geek news, there may be a brown dwarf star floating around in the Oort Cloud and hurling comets at us.  Freaky.

And from the Bad Astronomer himself, MAKE IT SO (TINY)

Did I tell you guys I’m reading a Star Wars novel?  I almost don’t want to admit it; that’s a level of geek that I don’t normally get into.  But it came up in conversation the other night as Mick and I were returning from a wander around Barnes & Noble.  I believe it began when I proposed the question, “will people ever stop writing Star Wars novels?”  To which he responded, “not if they keep selling!”  But then he mentioned that he had read a few, specifically one written that chronicled events that happened between The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi.  Even a casual, non-obsessive SW fan like myself has wondered what happened in that gap.  And since I had just finished Dune the night before (finally!), it was time for me to pick something else up anyways.  And here we are.  I’m reading a Star Wars novel. 

So far (meaning “60 or so pages in”), it’s alright.  The writing isn’t great, and the story is slow-going.  A lot of the first few chapters are spent chronicling (through dreams, flashbacks, and other passe plot devices) important events in Empire.  They’ve introduced a new main character, a Yakuza-style boss who’s the Emperor’s pet and equal with Vader.  I’m guessing since he’s never heard from in Jedi that he probably dies at the end.  But knowing the end and being interested in reading how it comes about are different, and I’m hoping it’s something befittingly grisly.  Also, did I mention the author’s name is Steve Perry?  Which I find fitting, because this might as well be the Journey of the literary world: not particularly awesome, but solid enough to find a lasting place with its loyal fan base; a guilty pleasure for most; entertaining enough however conventional and banal it may seem at times.  It works.   

Anywho, I’ll leave you with that for the morning.  Mick goes in for more teeth work today, so I’ll be busy tonight nursing and hugging and being nice to him.  Take care, my lovelies!

Today I am wearing a new shirt.  A shirt I bought yesterday, as a matter of fact.  This particular shirt is, for lack of a better word, fuzzy.  It is shedding tiny little fuzz particles every time I touch it, and the result is me looking like I’ve been clawing in the dirt all morning.  I’ve washed my hands about fifteen times this morning, and it just keeps coming back, because every time I stand up I have to tug on the shirt a bit.  It’s incredibly frustrating.  I just had to get that off my chest.  Thanks for listening.

Speaking of chests, this was at the top of my feeds this morning:

“One of the beneficiaries of Avatar’s success could be the on-again, off-again Heavy Metal movie. Now there’s talk it may be reborn as an all-3D, all-animated anthology with contributions from Avatar’s James Cameron, Watchmen’s Zack Snyder and David Fincher.” (via io9.com)

Heavy Metal?  In 3D?  Holy bouncing breasteses RIGHT IN MY EFFING FACE, Batman! 


And, in case you were wondering, I am totally listening to Don Felder at the moment.  Duh.

I wouldn’t consider myself a Heavy Metal fan, per se…partly because I was never a 17-year-old boy, and as such I just never got a ton of exposure to it.  I would consider myself a fan of the soundtrack and its featured South Park episode (see above).  And in that respect, I want to see it done well.  I want Heavy Metal to be awesome.  As awesome as, well, heavy metal!

There’s also a lovely article on the new Preadators movie up on io9 today that makes me feel a little better about it than I may have before.  I have an intense love of the original movie and an intense dislike of remakes, so I’ve been a little hesitant to be all gung-ho about it.  But there are two words that really jump out at me and make me very happy here: “practical effects”.  It’s not that I’m against CGI (okay, maybe I am a little), but I think it has a place.  CGI is for things that absolutely cannot be done practically.  Not for “enhancing” things that already exist (*cough*Lucas*cough*), not for making real people look like cartoon people (because that can be done practically too).  And it should especially be avoided in the horror and action genres.  When I see a giant explosion, I want to know that it really was a giant fucking explosion.  I watch Mythbusters, I know it can be done.  I know people that can make disgustingly true-to-life rotting flesh and delicious blood.  And I’ve seen Guillermo del Toro make creatures ten times more terrifying than anything a computer could dream up.

one of the only movie creatures that ever gave me nightmares

 That bastard still gives me the shivers.  There have only been 5 movie characters that have ever attacked me in my dreams, and that’s just the latest one.  The others, in case you’re interested, are (in order from earliest to most recent):
1. gremlins
2. the stair-rail snake thing from Beetlejuice (nos. 1 and 2 were actually both in the same dream, and I’ve had this exact same dream at least 4 times in my life.) 
3. Gollum (not particularly scary except when he comes out of your roommate’s closet and tries to eat your face)
4. a Chucky-esque little kid (cuz let’s face it, little kids are frickin creepy. especially the kind you can’t kill, even by swinging them baseball-bat-style into a wall repeatedly and throwing them down a flight of stairs.)

Now I’ve lost my train of thought.  And it’s after 3:00, and I was just given the ok to sneak out of work early today since I’ll be putting in overtime in my boss’s absence at the end of the week.  So that’s where I’ll leave you for the day, little ones.  Come back tomorrow, things should be less scary.

It’s Musical Day!

   I’m willing to place a bet that this might be why I’ve been depressed all week…because I knew Saturday was coming and nothing could be even remotely as fun.  Everything seems dull and mundane in comparison. 

I think it’s serendipitous that my two favorite musicals happen to be showing on the same day in the same city, one on film and one on stage.  I also think it’s wonderful that I have a husband who immediately buys me tickets and is happy just because I’m so damn happy.  Today is a good day.

Today also concludes our super-busy week of movies and shows and whatnot.  Although I skipped out on Rust Never Sleeps on Monday, I did get to Birdemic on Tuesday, and last night we went to see Alice in Wonderland.  I had heard some pretty terrible reviews overall (at least from people whose opinions I trust), so I wasn’t expecting much going in.  And I won’t say it was great or extraordinary, it was alright.  I enjoyed a few of the performances, namely Crispin Glover as Stayne, the Knave of Hearts (I won’t go as far as to say dear Crispin can do no wrong, but he did end up being probably my favorite character here).  And of course Alan Rickman doing just about anything will make me happy, and his voice gave the caterpillar a dark strangeness that isn’t normally found there.  Then there’s Christopher Lee, who only had two lines but whose voice just gives me shivers every time. 

Unfortunately, there were too many things that just didn’t live up or never really found their full potential.  Johnny Depp, god bless him, and his Mad Hatter character seemed tempered.  He had crazy hair and a lot of strange makeup, but never felt completely whimsical nor troubled despite the somewhat Gollumy predilections Burton cast on him.  I’d like to have seen him delve more into the dark, angry-mad Scottish persona that seemed to jump out every once in a while (not often enough, I say).  And because he seemed so tame in personality, the hair and makeup felt forced and out of place.  I’d say the same for the Red Queen, Helena Bonham Carter.  A lot of silly animation with a flimsy premise, when I think the character would have been well-played and better off without being all CGI.  And maybe it’s just me, but Anne Hathaway as a blonde is sort of terrifying…I think it’s the eyebrows. 

Now I won’t say that everything that went wrong in that movie was Tim Burton’s fault; I’m sure Disney had a lot to do with it. (The little dance number at the end?  Only Disney could think up something so utterly revolting.)  But I think Burton is coming to a point where he needs to make a change.  It’s part of the problem with being someone known for his strangeness: after a while, that strangeness isn’t so strange anymore, and you’ve got to either up the ante (to a worthwhile degree) or try to find something else that works for you.  When that style was new, it was fascinating and fun, but now it just feels tired, played out, even predictable.  Especially when you have guys like Henry Selick who are doing it better these days. 

Overall, I think Mick said it well as we were leaving: “that was worth going to just for the Tron trailer.”  

Speaking of terrible remakes, I just turned on the tv to Doctor Doolittle, the old Rex Harrison one.  Whoever thought Eddie Murphey and CGI could improve on this was out of their mind. (Was that Disney again?? Gah.)  Poor Rex, he could almost convince me to go veggie.  Almost.  Speaking of animals, there are birds singing like crazy outside our back door, which makes me think I should be doing something outside right about now.  I think I will.  Take care, kiddos, I’ll see you soon!


It’s true, you know.  Betty White rocks. 

You know what else rocks?  Freakin BIRDEMIC!  Holy cow.  For those of you that were there last night, I am so glad I got to share in that experience with you.  You’re good folk. 

For those that missed it, I’m not sure I can even relate to you the weird, hilarious, completely off-the-wall nature of this film.  It’s like The Room meets The Birds, but on a non-existent budget with some truly atrocious editing.  Now I won’t knock the director for this; he made this film after work using his own paycheck, and from the stories he tells he recruited art school students who were not always the most professional folks to work with.  He did the best with what he had, which was very little.  That being said…HOLY CRAP.  A few times I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe.  There were many instances where I sat in jaw-dropping confusion, stunned by a complete lack of logic on the part of the characters.  (For instance, if a swarm of ravenous bloodthirsty killer eagles are on the loose, why do you leave the safety of your van and walk half a mile across a field to have a picnic?)  The dialogue was, at times, terrible.  At other times, terribly brilliant.  Ramsey: “Where’s Becky?” Rod: “Taking a shit.”  Brilliant.  There were extended monologues by various characters about the evils of global warming (one by a random ornithologist they encounter in the park, and another by a “tree hugger” who lives in a treehouse amongst the redwoods.)  There are so many little things I’d love to share with you, but I just can’t.  You have to see them, experience them, for yourself.  But I want to tell you!  Machine guns!  Mountain lions!  Double-decker buses!  Damien Carter! (No, not the well-known German dj…a big soulful man who likes to party with his family.)  Gah!  I just can’t comprehend this film.  Its very existence is a gift to humanity. 

I think one of the truly great things about this film (seriously great, not just “campy terribleness” great) is the discussion that ensued afterwards.  I heard quite a few people with quite a few interesting interpretations.  Amongst a few of us, the debate began over the reception of the film.  The director, bless his heart, meant for this to be a serious film.  He was going for greatness.  And unfortunately, he just didn’t have the means.  But throughout his introduction to the film, he kept referring to it as “a happy accident” that the film has been so well received as a comedy.  And in the end, he is getting his film shown with a Hollywood premier (hosted by Tim & Eric), a showing at the Alamo Drafthouse in Austin and many other theaters, and his next film has already been greenlit.  So, although reception of the film isn’t what he’d intended, the end result is the same.  So, as a writer/director, should he be disappointed?

I, being of the disposition that I am, say no.  As an artist, you have to come to terms with the fact that you will never, ever, be able to control the way someone interprets your work.  The same is true of every action you ever take in life.  This is why miscommunications happen; this is why you hear people say “did that guy just flip me off?” and beat the snot of out some guy who really was just scratching his eye.  You can’t control other people, and you sure as hell can’t control the way they perceive art.  So, if it were me, I would just be happy that my work was being appreciated in some way.  And I think that if that were my film, I would be able to recognize and appreciate the humor in it.  It’s one thing if everyone walked out of the theater trashing the thing, but they didn’t.  They loved it! 

I can see the other side of the coin though.  I can understand our friend who felt bad for laughing like he did when he realized that it wasn’t intended to be funny.  And as a responsible human being, I think it’s important to take other people’s feelings (in this case, the writer/director) into account.  But, if I did hear that he was sad and disappointed about the reception of his film, I would say this to him:

You brought joy to a room full of people.

By whatever method, that’s a pretty good thing, I say.

It’s morning again.

Holy balls.  I need to make myself a blog alarm or something to keep me from forgetting to write.  Some days there’s just too much going on, and you know how easily distracted I am.  Like yesterday, yesterday was filled with all sorts of little distractions.  We woke up early to go to a brunch screening of COP OUT.  I do these things for my husband because I love him and want him to be happy.  And for his sake, I really wanted it to be better than it looked.  I really did.  Unfortunately…well, yeah.  Terrible.  The script was absolutely atrocious, the characters were flat, the plot was predictable.  The bad guys were stereotypical to a non-sensical degree.  (A Mexican gang boss doing bloody business in a Catholic church?  Gaaaaaah.)  Tracy Morgan is funny in that way that Tracy Morgan always is, but it seemed like the whole time there was someone sitting behind me (Kevin Smith maybe?) screaming OMG LOOK HOW FUNNY HE IS! LAUGH, DAMN YOU, HE’S FUNNY! IT’S A FUNNY MOVIE!  But it wasn’t, really.  I got a few chuckles.  A grin on occasion.  Oh, and did I mention it has the same soundtrack as every other crappy action/cop movie in the last 20 years????  “Hey, they’re latinos, let’s play some Cypress Hill in this scene!  And for the cops, how about Black Betty?  That’s edgy!”  The only thing missing was the Beverly Hills Cop song, and I think I would have just left at that point. 

But hey, the french toast was awesome.  That’s really all this movie was: an excuse to eat Alamo Drafthouse Creme Brulee French Toast.   

Luckily the day did improve, as my 7-day quest to find a store that carried my particular brand of moisturizer was ended thanks to the glory of Target (where I managed to get the last bottle, and the industrial size at that).  Finished up a few knitting projects, started a few more, working my way through that.  And after everything, dinner at Johnny T’s.  Have you still not been there?  And you call yourself a Texan? (Well, maybe you don’t.  And that’s okay, I guess.)  You’re missing out, friends.  Last night I ventured outside of my comfortable pork and sausage zone and had some smoked chicken.  DELISH.  Even the white meat was moist and flavorful, not dry and bland.  Another wonderful meal.  And in our quest for dessert, we ended up going out for fondue, which was also a good choice and a nice quiet way to end the evening. 

So overall, the day gets an 8 despite its rocky beginnings. 

Today is relatively unexciting, as Sundays should be on occasion.  My list of duties includes laundry and a few home-cooked meals.  But first, coffee.  Don’t work too hard kiddos.

And that’s why I wear one.

What about me?  What if I fall and can’t get up?  Where’s my life-saving non-senior-marketed product?

And what’s this KBVO channel playing Atlantis?  New Atlantis!  Woolsey Atlantis!  

That’s one thing I did like about Stargate Atlantis: the crossovers.  They got Sam, then they got Woolsey.  It made things feel more connected.  Don’t take that to mean I’m not enjoying Universe, because I am, and I’m surely not going to write it off before the first season is over.  Especially after that ending, boy howdy!  That one left both Mick and I speechless.  And I guess it’s hard to pull in familiar faces when you’re effectively cut off from everyone (and when that’s pretty much the premise for the show).  I was just thinking back on when they first made the Woolsey announcement, and the fun conversation that followed between me and Mick and my mother.  It’s weird when you begin to talk about tv people like they’re real people.  That’s probably not healthy, is it.  But it was fun.  I knew he’d be good, I’ve always kind of liked him.  Maybe “like” is too strong of a word…yes, he’s a dick a lot of the time, but all those times he was just following orders and when he was wrong he admitted it and sincerely seemed like he was trying to do better.  He always had good intentions.  He was complex.  And I think that’s why he ended up being a pretty good commander.  A stickler at first, but in the end I think he found his place.  He was never really a bad guy.  Not like that Kinsey fellow.  Ooooh how I loathe him. 

TV people are different than real people.  I know.  But to be fair, Ronny Cox makes an excellent bad guy all around.  Total Recall?  Total ass there too.  You know who I did like?  Maybourne.  He was an ass, but at least he was fun.  He saved Season 8 for me almost single-handedly; the first four episodes were awesome, then they went into that whole thing with The Trust and Teal’c living on his own and it just lost me.  Even RepliCarter and Vala weren’t gonna do it.  It took Harry Maybourne and fucking Wayne Brady to pull things back together.  And it was rock and roll from there.  (Although following that up with the beginning of Season 9, which lost me again.  Good thing there was Ba’al.  Ba’al makes everything better.) 

Boy did Cliff Simon get some great outfits in that series!

Well I hadn’t intended this to be a Stargate-related post, but I guess that’s as good as anything else I had to say tonight.  I spent another day doing nothing but laundry, tv, and knitting.  No westerns today though, we settled for Empire Records and Predator.  I also watched a bit of women’s speed skating.  Is that two words?  Speedskating looks funny.  The word, not the sport.  I guess.  I also turned my phone off before dinner, so if you’ve been trying to get a hold of me, I’m sorry.  I’m just enjoying the quiet. 

Or being antisocial.  It’s Sunday, I’m allowed.

Yeah, I’m lame, so what?

Well, I’m not quite sure what to say.  I’ve been specializing lately in dull and boring, “low key”, you might call it.  Which is really nice for my mental state, but not so nice for blogging.  The only thing I have to tell you about is the westerns I watched and the bags I knitted. 

However, as I write this, Mick is playing his guitar.  I love the way it sounds drifting in from the other room.  He doesn’t play nearly as much as he used to; I’ve always loved listening to him.  Occasionally he’ll even sing.  I know he doesn’t think he’s all that great, but I love it anyways.  It’s how he proposed, you know.  He’s sweet like that. 

The Kentuckian is on tv right now, and I’m having a hard time watching it because the star, Burt Lancaster, looks a lot like our friend David Newbould.  Maybe I should knit Dave an orange hat like that.  I’ve still been knitting on these damn market bags, two down so far and two more to go.  If I’m feeling industrious, I might try and bust out a fifth one using the leftovers from the other four.  I’ve only got three or four other projects lined up behind it, and only a few weeks left before the show. 

But back to The Kentuckian…I’m only watching it because I watched the movie that was on before it, North To Alaska.  It’s a John Wayne movie that somehow had escaped me before now.  I gotta say, I enjoyed it.  The Duke plays an Alaskan miner who strikes it big with his partner, and agrees to go to Seattle to bring back his partner’s fiance.  When he arrives only to find the fiance has gone on and married someone else, he decides to bring back another girl to help mend his friend’s broken heart.  But of course, The Duke and the girl fall for each other, hilarity and hijinks ensue, and in the end he wins out.  But not before a huge brawl in the muddy streets, complete with goats and drunks and eskimos.  I will say this: I enjoy some good slapstick now and then, but the goofy sound effects really don’t do it for me.  Slide whistles, little birdie noises, the quintessential “boing!” when someone falls down, it’s all just so silly.  I know that may seem very high-brow of me, my apologies.  Other than that, there was a lot of very laughable moments.  I recommend.

I’m afraid to say that tomorrow probably won’t bode much better for blogging on the excitement scale.  All that’s on my agenda is going to the grocery store and…well, that’s it so far.  I’ll try and think of something exciting to do and tell you about.  Enjoy your evening!

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