Ad hoc, ad loc, and quid pro quo! So little time! So much to know!

I can't think of a way to even begin to organize everything into a coherent post, so I'm just gonna do this as a list.

1) I finished Breaking Bad a while back and just finished watching the Season 5 premiere, and I have to say it's pretty weird to see Bryan Cranston being unbelievably scary when I'm used to him being the hapless but good-hearted dad from Malcolm in the Middle. Also, the show has warped my brain so that I will now instinctively view every RV I ever clap eyes on for the rest of time as a secret rolling meth lab.

2) I'm really spectacularly awful at staying caught up on True Blood, but my aunt's vacation house in Colorado (in which I will be spending the next two weeks) has HBO, so I intend to remedy this problem forthwith.

3) I'm also really awful at staying caught up on The Newsroom, but I can solve this one too since I now have HBO that I don't have to wrestle out of the deepest darkest corners of the internet. I hear JGJr keeps getting more and more impossibly adorable and perfect though.

4) I realized an important perk of vacationing in a small mountain town today: I'll be able to go to the midnight showing of TDKR and very possibly have the whole theater to myself.

5) I HAD THE GERMINATIONS OF WORDS WHILE WE WERE ON THE ROAD TO GET HERE! Amusingly, it's shaping up to be a Will/Tunny road trip thing (like I do) which somehow came about when I was contemplating Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and The Motorcycle Diaries at about 2:30 in the morning. Idek, y'all, I'm just happy to have had a brief creative spark.

Other than that, there ain't much happening in my life these days. How's things out there in internetland?

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"Fortune and love favor the brave…" -- Ovid

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Cheers.

I'mma keep this one relatively brief since my life is still pretty fucking boring at the moment.

1) T.V. shows I've caught up on:

- Sons of Anarchy - Much as I miss the long hair (which made him look like Le Boyfriend), I would still hit Jax/Charlie Hunnam like the fist of an angry god. Also? Clay needs to get hit by a bus or two...or twelve (I can't be the only one who's noticed that Ron Perlman is amazing at playing complete utter assholes). Plus I still so want to be Gemma when I grow up.

T.V. shows I've tried out (and promptly gotten hooked on):

- American Horror Story - I kind of love Connie Britton in this but, then again, I've known she was a badass ever since I watched her as Mrs. Coach in Friday Night Lights. Also, Idgaf if he's batshit and clingy and whiny, I kind of want to do horrible raunchy things to Tate (me and the rest of the fandom, from what little of it I've glimpsed so far). I love the show so much that I'm almost willing to forgive Ryan Murphy for all the horrible inconsistencies and shit he's perpetrated on Glee to date. Almost.

- Hart of Dixie - First of all, I kind of fucking love this show as someone who lives in the South because it gets an amazing number of things right. And then there's Wade. OH LAWD, don't even get me started on how much I love Wade and his glorious, lickable abs.





...I need more Wade gifs in my life.

As you might have noticed, the execs seem to lust after him almost as much as I do considering how much time he spends in various states of undress. For any GK fangirls out there who haven't tried this show yet, I highly recommend it.

2) Le Boyfriend and I are due to go see The Devil Inside at some point this evening (because I'm a horrible sucker for exorcism movies). Pray for us (choice of words fully intended), exorcism movies are usually either good or hilariously godawful. Personally, I think it looks like the bastard lovechild of Quarantine and The Exorcist with a touch of The Exorcism of Emily Rose -- which, again, could be great or just fucking awful. Possible review post material y/y?

3) My muse showed signs of life recently! I managed to knock out another scene in my Starsgard hurt/comfort piece (the one I haven't worked on in almost a year, for all three people who remember it) and revised/storyboarded a couple of other scenes. Raptor Jesus willing, I might even have another part up relatively soon *fingers crossed*

And aside from a head cold combined with a horrible case of cramps, that's all I've got for now. How are y'all?

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"Humility is attentive patience..." -- Simone Weil

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Cheers.

I stayed home from class yesterday to meet the cable guys (I had to since I don't have a car and Le Boyfriend needed his for student teaching). They eventually came and, after four fucking hours and some "technical difficulties" (don't even ask me to explain), what do I have to show for it?

Nothing.

Well, unless you count all the cable now bolted to my wall as something. I don't because NONE OF IT FUCKING DOES ANYTHING, but that might just be me.

So now the short and the short of it is that I STILL won't have internet at Le Flat until this coming Saturday at some point between 12:00 and 4:00 p.m. Until then, I'm stuck with phone email (read only *sigh*)/Twitter and on campus internet, plus the flickering unsecured signal that occasionally pops up from somewhere in my apartment complex.



I hate to sound whiny like this, but is it so unreasonable to wish that something would go right just once? Just to balance out all the bullshit? I know this isn't so bad in the larger scheme of things (I have a place to live, etc.), but it's making work/school/painless existence virtually impossible.

ETA: H'okay, to make up for the seriously whiny nature of this post, I watched and took notes on the Glee season premiere (on the off chance anyone is interested in my thoughts on it):

Glee 3x01 ( The Purple Piano Project )


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"Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real..." -- Tupac Shakur

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Cheers.

So, I've been trying to watch the T.V. version of Dresden Files and...it hasn't been going well. Normally I'm inclined to cut visual adaptations of books a little slack (sometimes you have to trim things for time or because they clutter up the story), but this? This series has virtually nothing in common with the books. NOTHING. It's like that thing I've heard people complain about in fandoms over the years where everything is so OOC that it's obvious the author just pasted canon names onto original fiction.

At first I was like


But then I


Meanwhile, Le Boyfriend has been like this the whole time

Subtitles: Oh my God, I'm dating a gigantic nerd


Ugh. Save me, internets, I think I might be turning into one of those obsessive neurotic types who hates everything adaptations get wrong. In the mean time, I'll be over here in the corner trying to write and trying not to have an aneurysm as this abomination of a T.V. series continues to butcher (HA!) one of my favorite book series of all time.

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"Take away love and our earth is a tomb..." -- Robert Browning

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Cheers.

P.S. - Oh, this came from SyFy.....I should have known.

P.P.S. - If any of you have secret purist tendencies like this, feel free to rant with me! Misery loves company, after all.

Cost of 'Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus' mp3 on iTunes: $1.99
The looks I got for singing along to it on the way to class this morning: Priceless.

I think Ray-Ray would be pleased, personally.


Also, I finally caught the most recent Simpsons Treehouse of Horror episode last night. Radcakes was precious as Edmund, and I just about died when Jacob!Milhouse turned into a poodle (as opposed to a giant pixellated wolf of doom). Bonus points for some of the shot-for-shot spoofs of Twilight's attempts at cinematography too XD


Anyway, that's all I've got for the moment. I should have review posts up at some point soon, and more Bat!fic (for which I'd still be pathetically grateful if someone would be willing to contribute some art) sooner rather than later. In the interest of fangirling and squee (and fucking around with the girls behind me in Sports Nutrition), I give y'all this ( little gem (oldie but a goodie) )



I'll just be over here staring at that for a while...

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"Great art picks up where nature ends..." -- Marc Chagall

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Cheers.

OH MY GOD GODFATHER (aka Chance Kelly) IS AN ARYAN BROTHERHOOD MEMBER ON LAW & ORDER! I ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT HIS REAL VOICE SOUNDS LIKE NOW (HINT: NOT THAT FAR OFF FROM HIS GODFATHER VOICE)

Small world, no?

Cheers.

P.S. - GET OFF MY TELEVISION NICK JONAS I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR DIABEETUS

(FUCK YEAH CAPSLOCK \o/)

Salutations, internets. After spending an afternoon poring over medical journals until the words started to blur, I came home determined to resolve this computer issue bullshit once and for all. So, one cleaned up hard drive (I erased a bunch of language display options I'll never need) and whole lot of determination in spite of an astonishingly shitty internet connection later, I bring you...

The famously ill-fated True Blood write-ups! The last for this season.

1) Episode 3x10 ( 'I Smell A Rat' )

2) Episode 3x11 ( 'Fresh Blood' )

3) Episode 3x12 ( 'Evil Is Going On' )

I'm not even really sure what to say at this point, y'all. I'm still processing the cracky little clusterfuck that was the last episode in particular, Enjoy!

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"To light a candle is to cast a shadow..." -- Ursula K. Le Guin

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Cheers.

ETA: Soooooo, GK-wise, this photo album was just brought to my attention. In spite of the fact that Billy's facial hair in some pics alarms and bewilders me, I think I'll be looking at this for the next two...maybe three hours. Oh boys <3

Dear God, how has it been three days already? Shit, time flies indeed.

Once again, not much has been happening 'round these parts so I just didn't feel there was anything to report. Aside from Le Boyfriend's continuing efforts to break me of my hermit-like tendencies (or at least lessen them). But anyway...

1) Went to Le Boyfriend's mother's birthday dinner at a hibachi place last night (think Benihana but off-brand). Opted out of letting the chef fling a bit of fried rice at my face in hopes of landing it in my mouth, as those usually hit me in the eye almost every time, but it was otherwise a pretty good night. I didn't even mind being squished up next to perfect strangers! (Occupational hazard of hibachi joints, yo)

2) This made me so angry I had to put the computer down and do something else for a while. Then again, mental disorders (especially stigmas toward and naysayers against them) are something of a touchy subject for me, so I suppose I brought the rage on myself. NONETHELESS.

3) Have also been watching a really absurd amount of Six Feet Under and Invader Zim with Le Boyfriend recently. Amusement ensued when we realized that the mother (Ruth) in SFU is the same woman who played Bootsie (the meek, over-religious maid) in Die Mommie Die. More for the contrast in character, really, but we'll also probably laugh our heads off over it when we get to the two episodes with Stark in them. Die Mommie Die reunion! Except SFU came out first by two years...SFU reunion then! \o/

...holy crap, the A.D.D. is strong in this post. Um. Anyway.

Stay tuned for a True Blood write-up, among other things. Things will probably get a bit more regular 'round these parts when school starts back up again -- I haven't decided yet if this will be out of boredom or out of school forcing my mind to unfuck itself back into something remotely resembling organized.

In any case, that's all I've got for now. Have a Courage Wolf!

FYI: This is so one of my new missions in life -- even if I have to go to a local midnight showing instead of the premiere

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"Land really is the best art..." -- Andy Warhol

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Cheers.

P.S. - Le Boyfriend just told me about a joke macro involving the Legend of Vuvuzelda (yes, a direct spoof of Ocarina of Time). I LOVE IT.

P.P.S. - In talking about World Cup stuff, Le Boyfriend also posed an interesting question that I now pose to the soccer wonks of my flist:

Was there some incident a while back that led to a country's team being pulled out of the Cup (by their country's leader) for two years/series/sessions? If so, what happened and what country was it?

Ahoy there, internets! I come bearing the news that I'm almost done with my Supernatural write-ups and the exciting (well, if you're me) announcement that my muse might finally be starting to unstick a bit. I've been having flickers of ideas lately, which seems like a good sign.

But first, many thanks to idrilfinial and ladyseraph_756 for sending me Dessert Waffles <3 Like everyone else, they made me hungry as hell (but I loved them anyway).

Also, in an amusing anecdote of the "LOL my life" variety, I got a mass email this morning from the president of my university to tell me that some miscreant hacked one of the servers that Health Services uses. Addresses, prescription numbers, social security numbers and a host of other sensitive information (except credit card info, thank God) for 27,000 students/staff/faculty got out to some unknown party.

My reaction:



Le Boyfriend's reaction:



Oh, the perks of higher education.

Anyway, I'll be off here in the corner finishing my Supernatural write-ups. I also finally persuaded Le Boyfriend to watch Generation Kill all the way through (which we're doing as I type this), so I'll have to post an AAR of that later :D How go things for y'all? Spam me, talk about your days, whatever strikes anyone's fancy. I'm feeling chatty.

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"Photography helps people to see...." -- Berenice Abbott

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Cheers.

Hee, I was thinking about Stark's impending return to television and I realized this will make the third HBO show he's done that I can think of off the top of my head. And he's already worked with Alan Ball (even if it was only for like two episodes of Six Feet Under). Through some twisty, fangirlish pathway in my brain, this led to the conclusion that it's only a matter of time before he pops up on True Blood as Eric's pretty-but-psychotically-badass love slave (which would quite possibly cause me to achieve Nerdvana).

C'mon, Alan Ball, the man is a) obscenely good-looking (and great at the whole youthful-outside-but-notsomuch-inside thing), b) GREAT at playing crazy and sexy against each other, and c) a pretty good actor all around. Plus, as my icon demonstrates, he's not exactly uncomfortable with nudity (which would totally happen, Mr. Ball, because you would perv all over him just like you do with Ryan Kwanten).


...*ahem* Moving on.

In addition to my creativity getting stuck, I think my comedy muse is starting to stick too (I can't make with the funny as easily as usual). This is arguably more distressing than my creative muse going all comatose on me -- I love humor, so it really pains me that it's not as easy right now.

On the other hand, Le Boyfriend and I did get Le Sibling (whose birthday is today) Zombieland and The Men Who Stare At Goats as presents...maybe I'll go watch those and see what knocks loose. Here's hoping, anyway *shrug*

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"The fool wonders, the wise man asks..." -- Benjamin Disraeli

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Cheers.