Months after everyone else (but coincidentally about the same time as my friend Katranna), I decided to give Joss Whedon’s Dollhouse a go. Now, I’ve made no secret of the fact that I find Firefly the best of Whedon’s shows for many reasons, not the least of which is because I found its premise the most fascinating. I had seen Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel at the behest of several of my friends, and while I enjoyed them, I could never fully love them because vampires simply aren’t my thing. ANGST! WOE! IMMORTALITY SUXORS! WAAAH! EMO! The other reason is simply because the chemistry of the cast is phenomenal. From the pilot episode (I’m talking about “Serenity” here because I only saw Firefly on DVD), I could see why these people were on board the ship and why they cared for one another. Wrap up a good space western/space […]
The boob tube draws me away from reading very occasionally.
Happy Bloomsday, everyone! I would give ULYSSES a read-through today, except my friend Kristine has my copy and my other one is so destroyed it has literally fallen apart at the seams. No matter, for I am rereading CATCHING FIRE more slowly this time around (to savour the small details), and Kristine introduced me to this video: It’s the end that slays me. Oh, and because they need to be shared again: James Joyce’s EXTREMELY dirty letters to Nora Barnacle.
I have decided I need to add Michael Emerson to my family of adopted people I may or may not adore in the way gay men adore Judy Garland. So, I have Magical Uncle Neil Gaiman, Fairy Grandfather Ian McKellan, Storytellin’ Gramps Philip Pullman, and…I may have to relegate the actor playing Benry as…That Creepy Dude Who Says He’s My Uncle But I’m Too Weirded Out To Gainsay Him Not To Mention I Kinda Have An Inappropriate Crush On Him. TCDWSHMYUBITWOTGHNTMIKHAICOH is probably too long of an acronym. Creepy Inappropriate Not-Uncle might have to suffice. CINU? Anyway, today I discovered that CINU narrated a radio play and a novella of Magical Uncle’s, which sort of made my head explode with awesomeness. As the unnamed narrator in the radio play adaptation of Murder Mysteries: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 Narrated […]
Those who know me and Bear know that I have excellent taste in romantic partners but unfortunately, my discerning judgment doesn’t extend to television shows. I have had deplorable luck with the two to which I’ve been (slavishly) faithful: first The X-Files and now Lost. I have come to hate both shows in ways I could never even begin to dream, yet I kept watching them to the bitter end. Lost, of course, is not yet finished and rest assured, I will stick this relationship out (because I am monogamous, apparently), but I simply cannot stand it anymore. I have been manipulated and confused so many times that I’ve essentially given up. When I first started watching Lost, the relationship had been new and intriguing and mysterious. A number of seemingly unrelated persons crashland on a deserted island which may or may not be in the South Pacific. But what? […]
I could have quoted my other favourite line from Don Hertzfeldt’s Rejected, but I figure “For the love of God and all the is holy, my anus is bleeding! (Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!)” wouldn’t fly as a title. Firstly, whoever created this is a graphic genius. S/he should have my brainchildren: My favourite is Ben’s look of utter bewilderment by “You will be stunned!” (Benry, I love you!) (more…)
Can I just say here that I hate Kate from Lost with all the passion of my soul? So much that words cannot even express the depth of my loathing? And if ONE MORE PERSON tells me that Sawyer’s love for her is “true,” I will shove a fork in their face. I’ve hated that pairing since the beginning and I hate it even more now. Mostly because Kate. Needs. To. Die. Surely the writers of Lost must know how much the fans hate her guts. On the other hand, my love for Benjamin Linus continues to grow. On the other, other hand, Jack clearly has no idea what he’s doing. He’s almost as annoying as Kate. No, scratch that; no one can be as annoying as Kate. What happened to Jack? Not that I liked him much to begin with, but this season he has become an utterly different […]
Last night I took a bit of a trip on the wayback machine and spent the night at my darling Sofa’s apartment to have a TV marathon, gorge on Chinese food, and drink fruity pomegranate wine coolers. I became friends with Sofa over the length of a cigarette. She likes to believe she was the first friend I made in London, but that is not true; Charlie was the first friend I made in London. Sofa was the first person I met, but our friendship didn’t come about until later when we both went outside by The Guardian building to have a smoke break. Upon first glance Sofa and I are certainly not people you would ordinarily expect to be friends, let alone best friends. Hell, I didn’t expect to be friends with her either: when I first arrived at our flat, she answered the door in a white skirt, […]
I got an email this morning from La Junior Agent forwarded from El Jefe (who is on holiday in Florida, I believe) forwarded from his (potential?) client who said he really liked the editorial suggestions I made to his manuscript and that if I had any more I ought to send them along as soon as possible. I had been led to believe that I would have little or no interaction with agents because the intern assists the assistant, but I have been rather fortunate to have the head honcho of this literary agency take an interest in me. El Jefe is adorable; he refers to me (in writing) as “Jay Jay.” (La Junior Agent for the first few days called me “Jo-Jo.” Perhaps I ought to give up and go back to being called “Sarah.” Ew, just looking at that name makes me shudder.) I have a self-pubbed memoir […]
After the episode “LaFleur” of this past week’s LOST and a conversation I had with Jack Violet on GChat the last night had me thinking (again) about romance and the what works for me and what doesn’t. (Spoilers for “LaFleur” to follow, don’t continue reading if you don’t want to know! If you don’t follow LOST and don’t much care, then by all means, carry on.) The conclusion I’ve reached is: I don’t like drama/passionate/sexual-tension-disguised-as-bickering/what-have-you. It rarely, if ever, works for me. It is the main reason why PRIDE & PREJUDICE is one of my least favourite Austen romances and why I’ve always wanted Hermione to find end up with Harry. Because beneath the sniping and sexual tension, how often do you find something of substance to base the relationship on? Jack and I were relaying our youthful writing to each other, laughing at the ridiculousness of our pubescent romantic […]
Clearly Ben is the perfect man. He has my copy of ULYSSES.