Woo! So far, it seems that my radioactive powers allow me to make incredibley astute observations. No fair! I wanted a better one. Also, whilst I have been home eating soup all week, I kept seeing advertisements for the USA airing of "Queen of the Damned," the enemy of my soul. A film against which I had been waging a holy war. And yet, somehow, I convinced myself that it would be a good idea to watch it. Something to do with not being an utter hypocrite, I guess. In order to spew bile about it, shouldn't I at least watch it first?
Seemed like a good idea at the time. Yes I watched it. And it was enormously painful. I expected it to be the worst movie I'd ever seen, and it really surpassed my expectations. Wait, you ask, aren't I horribley biased? Well, yes. But I about forced myself to remain open-minded about it, if I had to pry my brain apart to do it. And it took thirteen minutes before I stood up and said "This is the stupidest film I've ever seen." Pretty good!
Anyway, I took notes throughout the film on what sucked and how much. Here, unadulterated, are some of my favorites.
- young Jesse enunciates just like Bob Dylan.
- Marius = Roman? = Russian? = close enough?
- Townshend = The Suck.
- David is old? Shit, he's like, thirty.
- Lestat = French? = Russian? = close enough?
- WHAT!?! STUPID!!
- Kinky.
- What awesome communication skills.
- Apparently, vampires are such that the only words they can ever speak to each other are expositional.
- 90% of Abu Ghraib prisoners surveyed said they were forced to watch this movie.
- Wow. The character interactions are so well-constructed and believeable.
- Nice makeup, though. On the skin. Not the eyes. The women look like drag queens. The men look like bad drag queens.
- Is he listening to his own music on headphones? In a room surrounded with PICTURES OF HIMSELF?
- I could write a better script by sitting on a typewriter.
- What's up with the shimmies, dear?
- personality = 0
- Is this Mad Max?
- Ew! Hairy nipples!
- Also, where is she getting all these gold bras?
- Explain please?
- ... in a way that isn't assinine?
In other news, I made up a new rule for Halloween. I refuse to give candy to anyone who is taller than I am. I complained about this experience to my mother. She told me that I stopped trick-or-treating when I was four. I told her that I didn't like it, because it was begging. Heee! FOUR! I laughed for the rest of the night. I bet I was the cutest child that ever lived.
Sunday
Tuesday
Nuclear upgrade in five, four...
So, doctors, and everything else, are stupid. There was all sorts of nonsense this weekend about who was calling what and when and what in the world any of this had to do with scheduling my radioactive upgrade. But then my father called me this afternoon, and said he had scheduled the whole thing to be done tomorrow morning at 11AM. Good to know! I'm glad I was consulted.
Crappily, this means that I will not be able to hang out with Ace and starshine (and Jaynee?) this weekend, which I was looking forward to. Instead, I'm going to be radioactively ill. Or so my doctor claims. Given the amount of thyroid output my test showed, I can expect to get real fucked up for the next week. If you have my number, give me a call! I bet it will be entertaining. Also, I'm getting my period on Friday (I'm sorry gents, and prudish ladies). I only mention this because of course I'm having this done when my radioactive waste potential will be at its highest. I hate everything. I really should have seen my doctor about some sleeping pills, because it would be nice to be unconscious for all this.
I probably won't be online for a while, or if I do (who am I kidding?) it will only be for brief periods, so I'm not getting everything all radioactive. I was thinking of making my last entry before doing so my last review for Angel, but I still haven't watched the tape because I'm just that lazy.
For those who were asking though, I'm hoping to get some sort of knowledge or comprehension thing going, like, maybe be able to understand any language or anything spoken. Possibley because I'm able to connect to the mental channel that opens up when people are thinking and then start to speak. I was thinking though that I'll probably just become immune to nuclear blasts. Like the Homega Man. It would probably suck, though. Fighting off mutants and a conquering Al Qaeda or something. Maybe I'll be able to absorb the radiation and use my eyes as laser beams.
Oh, the possibilities!!
Crappily, this means that I will not be able to hang out with Ace and starshine (and Jaynee?) this weekend, which I was looking forward to. Instead, I'm going to be radioactively ill. Or so my doctor claims. Given the amount of thyroid output my test showed, I can expect to get real fucked up for the next week. If you have my number, give me a call! I bet it will be entertaining. Also, I'm getting my period on Friday (I'm sorry gents, and prudish ladies). I only mention this because of course I'm having this done when my radioactive waste potential will be at its highest. I hate everything. I really should have seen my doctor about some sleeping pills, because it would be nice to be unconscious for all this.
I probably won't be online for a while, or if I do (who am I kidding?) it will only be for brief periods, so I'm not getting everything all radioactive. I was thinking of making my last entry before doing so my last review for Angel, but I still haven't watched the tape because I'm just that lazy.
For those who were asking though, I'm hoping to get some sort of knowledge or comprehension thing going, like, maybe be able to understand any language or anything spoken. Possibley because I'm able to connect to the mental channel that opens up when people are thinking and then start to speak. I was thinking though that I'll probably just become immune to nuclear blasts. Like the Homega Man. It would probably suck, though. Fighting off mutants and a conquering Al Qaeda or something. Maybe I'll be able to absorb the radiation and use my eyes as laser beams.
Oh, the possibilities!!
Friday
Turn off the lights, and I'll glow.
That was the worst title ever. I'm sorry. But it's true!
This is the continuing story of my being radioactive! See, it has been determined by medical types that I should undergo what is called a "thyroid ablation." This involves me taking a dose of radioactive isotope I-131 (the number is the count of protons in the nucleus! Yay chemistry!) which will then proceed to kill my thyroid gland so that it doesn't make me .. um, die.
I got to sit down today and read all about what I will be required to do after I become florescent. I will be a leper!! I'm supposed to stay at least 6 feet away from people for a week! No one touch me - I'm radioactive! Not that it's dangerous or anything. The radiation is totally safe for all people and things, including me the person ingesting it. It's not like it'll give you cancer or anything. I just need to ... stay away from all objects for a while. Just for fun!
Things I touch will not be in danger of being radioactive. Like an AIDS patient, it'll be okay to hug me. But watch out for my bodily secretions! TOXIC!
If I drool on anything, like I sometimes do, or I become a gross germ-infested mess that drips constantly from the nose, like I sometimes do, I will be dripping with radioactivity! And that which I defile will also become radioactive!
Luckily, the half-life of this isotope is such that in 80 DAYS, I will contain no more radioactiveness than people usually do, and I will be indistinguishable from you regular humans. On a nuclear level. But until then, it's no planes or nothin' for Amy! I wouldn't want to be detained and probed. Then I'd be on the news. Then I'd be shunned forever.
I have to promise not to get knocked up within that 80 day period, though. Easy!
In other news! I went to the Mall At Short Hills again today! I have no idea why my father seems to like shopping so much. Bookstore! I got a book that is the greatest thing ever, but I can say no more about it, because I might get another copy and use it as a gift for ... a person. Don't expect it to be you! Forget you read that! Just remember that I am awesome!
Anyway, if I don't gain super powers as a result of all this, I will be very disappointed.
This is the continuing story of my being radioactive! See, it has been determined by medical types that I should undergo what is called a "thyroid ablation." This involves me taking a dose of radioactive isotope I-131 (the number is the count of protons in the nucleus! Yay chemistry!) which will then proceed to kill my thyroid gland so that it doesn't make me .. um, die.
I got to sit down today and read all about what I will be required to do after I become florescent. I will be a leper!! I'm supposed to stay at least 6 feet away from people for a week! No one touch me - I'm radioactive! Not that it's dangerous or anything. The radiation is totally safe for all people and things, including me the person ingesting it. It's not like it'll give you cancer or anything. I just need to ... stay away from all objects for a while. Just for fun!
Things I touch will not be in danger of being radioactive. Like an AIDS patient, it'll be okay to hug me. But watch out for my bodily secretions! TOXIC!
If I drool on anything, like I sometimes do, or I become a gross germ-infested mess that drips constantly from the nose, like I sometimes do, I will be dripping with radioactivity! And that which I defile will also become radioactive!
Luckily, the half-life of this isotope is such that in 80 DAYS, I will contain no more radioactiveness than people usually do, and I will be indistinguishable from you regular humans. On a nuclear level. But until then, it's no planes or nothin' for Amy! I wouldn't want to be detained and probed. Then I'd be on the news. Then I'd be shunned forever.
I have to promise not to get knocked up within that 80 day period, though. Easy!
In other news! I went to the Mall At Short Hills again today! I have no idea why my father seems to like shopping so much. Bookstore! I got a book that is the greatest thing ever, but I can say no more about it, because I might get another copy and use it as a gift for ... a person. Don't expect it to be you! Forget you read that! Just remember that I am awesome!
Anyway, if I don't gain super powers as a result of all this, I will be very disappointed.
Thursday
New Jersey: George Washington's spiritual home, bitch.
So, today I went to Morristown to become radioactive. I wonder if I have super powers. I went there because they have the best nuclear medicine in the state, so I went, despite my mother's chides that there are places closer. It's not about convenience, it's about doing all I can not to fuck up my glands. So, there.
So around 10:30, I am presented with The Pill. The pill is very entertaining. It contains a minute trace of radioactivity (I cannot go on a plane without a doctor's note. Heee! You know, because of the terror). It's keep in this sealed, multi-chambered vial with a lock on it. The doctor does his best not to touch the pill, eyeing it nervously, then dumps it in my hand, and tells me to swallow it. Funny!
Anyway, this is by and large the most boring part of the day. I have to let the ISOTOPES settle into my body for four hours, so the old man and I hit the town. Morristown has a church on every goddamn corner. This may be an exagerration, but only *just barely* ! Churches everywhere.
In addition, they are so hard for George Washington. Washington stayed here! These are Washington's Headquarters! George Washington loved New Jersey So! Goddamn! Much! So you can suck it, Virginia!! I hope you choke on George Washington's thick love for Morristown! Bitches.
Also, I have determined that my fair state is broken up into "really nice areas" and adjoining "kinda crappy areas." It's a recurring theme I've noticed. The really bad parts are actually few and far between. It's most just "nice" fading into "kinda crappy."
But now here is the important thing: my father took me into a department store called "Century 21." I had never heard of such a thing before. In New York, you say? Whatever, guy who is very old! Century 21 is a realtor operation, isn't it? Anyway, my father really wanted to see it, so we when in. He wound up purchase a one-hundred dollar pair of sunglasses. For seven dollars. That was awesome! But not nearly as awesome as what I got!
What I got, and what I am now wearing, is a man's hat. I don't know if it's quite a fedora. Probably not. But it is an Indiana Jones hat. It's an archeologist's hat. It's so great. I love it. We were in the men's department, obviously, and I began trying on what were obviously men's hats. However, I looked really really good in them. It's wonderful. It's got that pinched part in the front, so I was holding it with three fingers over my stomach area, then putting it on over my face.
Honestly, even though this is definitely a piece of men's apparel, it is quite possibley the sexiest thing I've ever worn. Especially with the shirt I was wearing, that had mostly unbuttoned superfluous buttons at the top. I love my hat. It makes me want to talk to monkeys, and jump over chasms.
Well, when Zombie Foot heals.
So around 10:30, I am presented with The Pill. The pill is very entertaining. It contains a minute trace of radioactivity (I cannot go on a plane without a doctor's note. Heee! You know, because of the terror). It's keep in this sealed, multi-chambered vial with a lock on it. The doctor does his best not to touch the pill, eyeing it nervously, then dumps it in my hand, and tells me to swallow it. Funny!
Anyway, this is by and large the most boring part of the day. I have to let the ISOTOPES settle into my body for four hours, so the old man and I hit the town. Morristown has a church on every goddamn corner. This may be an exagerration, but only *just barely* ! Churches everywhere.
In addition, they are so hard for George Washington. Washington stayed here! These are Washington's Headquarters! George Washington loved New Jersey So! Goddamn! Much! So you can suck it, Virginia!! I hope you choke on George Washington's thick love for Morristown! Bitches.
Also, I have determined that my fair state is broken up into "really nice areas" and adjoining "kinda crappy areas." It's a recurring theme I've noticed. The really bad parts are actually few and far between. It's most just "nice" fading into "kinda crappy."
But now here is the important thing: my father took me into a department store called "Century 21." I had never heard of such a thing before. In New York, you say? Whatever, guy who is very old! Century 21 is a realtor operation, isn't it? Anyway, my father really wanted to see it, so we when in. He wound up purchase a one-hundred dollar pair of sunglasses. For seven dollars. That was awesome! But not nearly as awesome as what I got!
What I got, and what I am now wearing, is a man's hat. I don't know if it's quite a fedora. Probably not. But it is an Indiana Jones hat. It's an archeologist's hat. It's so great. I love it. We were in the men's department, obviously, and I began trying on what were obviously men's hats. However, I looked really really good in them. It's wonderful. It's got that pinched part in the front, so I was holding it with three fingers over my stomach area, then putting it on over my face.
Honestly, even though this is definitely a piece of men's apparel, it is quite possibley the sexiest thing I've ever worn. Especially with the shirt I was wearing, that had mostly unbuttoned superfluous buttons at the top. I love my hat. It makes me want to talk to monkeys, and jump over chasms.
Well, when Zombie Foot heals.
Wednesday
Lost Review #1
Sorry if my title is confusing. I am not reviewing the show "Lost" - though I have been watching that regularly. It's a great show! All should watch! Hail Lost!
Anyway, I have two more Angel episodes taped, so I figured I should fill in my reviews gap with what I have. I was also going to tape the last seven episodes of Angel (starting yesterday) but I'm an imbecile. I taped "Shells," but this afternoon, when I wandered in my room to shut off the tape at 6PM, the television was off. I can only assume right now that when the episode started, I hit "Power" instead of "Rec." Because I am apparently a functional retard.
Zombie foot is doing better. I'm up to 17 pictures! That I still can't show anyone. Blast you Windows 98!!!
In addition, I miss the boy. It's okay, he knows. But I think I'm going to have to ask some of you people to go back to being long distance, so I don't feel so isolated ated ated ated.
I have made cookies three times within the last month.
[Begin Spoiler for Soul Purpose — Highlight to view]
Well that was certainly interesting! I believe I liked it. I definitely liked the ideas contained within, but if I have trouble, it's probably with the execution. Directed by David Boreanaz! Man! Is that a first? That was ... odd. I'm not sure how to describe the style as being other than "disjointed" or "quirky." Not bad, but definitely underexperienced. Although, knowing what I know of David Boreanaz himself (courtesy of quotes at TWoP) this makes perfect sense. So ... alright!
I liked Lindsey, but it was hard. I didn't like the strip bar or whatever they were in in the beginning. And I didn't like that Lindsey was all showing up there proffering his business. When he was all "I'm Doyle" I thought, Oh Lindsey. First I had to stop and rewind to make sure he'd actually said that. Those bitter fans from Season One are so gone, man. So gone. You can never get them back. But I was intrigued. At first I thought, "Does he even know who Doyle is?" Sometimes I forget how long Lindsey has been on this show. I also like that Angel didn't find out about this shocking twist in this episode. They're saving it. Good work, I want to see what comes of that.
Following. I like the parallels of Spike and Season One Angel. I knew what they were doing, but it was nice and subtle. Except for the double-staking action, there were no iconic repetitions. And when Gunn and Wesley came to Spike peddling their wares, they were so like the smirking suits of old. And I wasn't even distracted with complaints of "oh, this is out of character" because they're really weren't. They had their motives that they weren't fully divulging, but according to Gunn and Wesley, they were the same people they'd always been, out to do some good.
And I very nearly enjoyed Spike again in this episode. I like that he replied "Well what did you expect?" to the girl he saved. It was like, "Hey, I recognize that guy." Of course, all the follow-up to that I didn't like. He lost that aura again. And I think in the whole episode, we went back and forth between Spike of Old and Spike Nouveau. It was kind of okay, and still kind of not. And the "Buffy" scene made me sad. Yes, I know, Angel's hallucination and all that, but, geez. No wonder Gellar didn't want to do a guest spot on the show.
The hallucinations were interesting. Took up a lot of time, and didn't reveal much and probably were over-used, but they were okay. "Thank you, bear!" Heeeee! For some reason, I think that is the greatest line ever. It's so random, and Amy Acker's delivery is just perfect.
Eve continues to exist. God! Why! And we now, apparently, know ... everything we need to about Lindsey. Well. That was quick. Honestly, I would have been okay with a tiny bit more suspense and not as much upfrontness, but then again, the season is half over at this point. Oh well. It's hard to make speculation about what has already happened (everyone reading knows if I'll be right or not) but I seriously hope his only interest in Eve is using her. I hope he winds up selling her down the river. Not only does she deserve it, but she's stupid and annoying and deserves it. And I would feel much better about Lindsey if he didn't have any serious interest in her.
And as for their little game, I'm glad Angel at least is starting to figure it out. It would be very annoying to have Eve lead them around when we know what she's saying is diversionary bullshit. And they are so stupid!! I swear to God, I wanted to slap all of them. Why are they listening to her? Why do they care? Why are there no warning lights going off? She tells Gunn that the Senior Partners don't know what's going on and are confused. Well my eyebrow just shot right up. This is the Senior Partners, yes? Who we've always been given to believe are Not Of The Earth? Why is it not completely obvious that she's lying? When everyone is working on important pressing issues, she tries to get them to focus on some little thing that she found and no one cares about. Why is this not completely obvious? She tells Fred her feet are being burned. Would you like some salve? An ointment? So? Blaaaahhhh. I can't stand it when the characters are so stupid. I hope Eve dies badly. Maybe I'd feel differently if she were portrayed by another actress.
Now for some shallow observations! I missed doing these. Harmony was wearing whore makeup for this entire episode. What was up with that? Also, I found it funny that she was also sporting Buffy's hair from Superstar. Commentary? Also, I got distracted by David Boreanaz's shiny shiny fingernails. In Anne Rice books, vampires are supposed to have shiny shiny fingernails, so I wondered if they were jumping on that bandwagon. But then I thought, David Boreanaz seems like the kind of dude that gets manicures. And perhaps Angel is too, you never know. Also, Harmony said "on accident" in this episode. Do people really say that? I must ask because I know I've said it, but I thought I was creating a new phrase or something. People say "on purpose" but they say "by accident." I determined once that "on accident" sounded completely cute, so I said it. I didn't know that it was an actual ... thing that people said.
[End Spoiler]
And on that note ... night all.
Anyway, I have two more Angel episodes taped, so I figured I should fill in my reviews gap with what I have. I was also going to tape the last seven episodes of Angel (starting yesterday) but I'm an imbecile. I taped "Shells," but this afternoon, when I wandered in my room to shut off the tape at 6PM, the television was off. I can only assume right now that when the episode started, I hit "Power" instead of "Rec." Because I am apparently a functional retard.
Zombie foot is doing better. I'm up to 17 pictures! That I still can't show anyone. Blast you Windows 98!!!
In addition, I miss the boy. It's okay, he knows. But I think I'm going to have to ask some of you people to go back to being long distance, so I don't feel so isolated ated ated ated.
I have made cookies three times within the last month.
[Begin Spoiler for Soul Purpose — Highlight to view]
Well that was certainly interesting! I believe I liked it. I definitely liked the ideas contained within, but if I have trouble, it's probably with the execution. Directed by David Boreanaz! Man! Is that a first? That was ... odd. I'm not sure how to describe the style as being other than "disjointed" or "quirky." Not bad, but definitely underexperienced. Although, knowing what I know of David Boreanaz himself (courtesy of quotes at TWoP) this makes perfect sense. So ... alright!
I liked Lindsey, but it was hard. I didn't like the strip bar or whatever they were in in the beginning. And I didn't like that Lindsey was all showing up there proffering his business. When he was all "I'm Doyle" I thought, Oh Lindsey. First I had to stop and rewind to make sure he'd actually said that. Those bitter fans from Season One are so gone, man. So gone. You can never get them back. But I was intrigued. At first I thought, "Does he even know who Doyle is?" Sometimes I forget how long Lindsey has been on this show. I also like that Angel didn't find out about this shocking twist in this episode. They're saving it. Good work, I want to see what comes of that.
Following. I like the parallels of Spike and Season One Angel. I knew what they were doing, but it was nice and subtle. Except for the double-staking action, there were no iconic repetitions. And when Gunn and Wesley came to Spike peddling their wares, they were so like the smirking suits of old. And I wasn't even distracted with complaints of "oh, this is out of character" because they're really weren't. They had their motives that they weren't fully divulging, but according to Gunn and Wesley, they were the same people they'd always been, out to do some good.
And I very nearly enjoyed Spike again in this episode. I like that he replied "Well what did you expect?" to the girl he saved. It was like, "Hey, I recognize that guy." Of course, all the follow-up to that I didn't like. He lost that aura again. And I think in the whole episode, we went back and forth between Spike of Old and Spike Nouveau. It was kind of okay, and still kind of not. And the "Buffy" scene made me sad. Yes, I know, Angel's hallucination and all that, but, geez. No wonder Gellar didn't want to do a guest spot on the show.
The hallucinations were interesting. Took up a lot of time, and didn't reveal much and probably were over-used, but they were okay. "Thank you, bear!" Heeeee! For some reason, I think that is the greatest line ever. It's so random, and Amy Acker's delivery is just perfect.
Eve continues to exist. God! Why! And we now, apparently, know ... everything we need to about Lindsey. Well. That was quick. Honestly, I would have been okay with a tiny bit more suspense and not as much upfrontness, but then again, the season is half over at this point. Oh well. It's hard to make speculation about what has already happened (everyone reading knows if I'll be right or not) but I seriously hope his only interest in Eve is using her. I hope he winds up selling her down the river. Not only does she deserve it, but she's stupid and annoying and deserves it. And I would feel much better about Lindsey if he didn't have any serious interest in her.
And as for their little game, I'm glad Angel at least is starting to figure it out. It would be very annoying to have Eve lead them around when we know what she's saying is diversionary bullshit. And they are so stupid!! I swear to God, I wanted to slap all of them. Why are they listening to her? Why do they care? Why are there no warning lights going off? She tells Gunn that the Senior Partners don't know what's going on and are confused. Well my eyebrow just shot right up. This is the Senior Partners, yes? Who we've always been given to believe are Not Of The Earth? Why is it not completely obvious that she's lying? When everyone is working on important pressing issues, she tries to get them to focus on some little thing that she found and no one cares about. Why is this not completely obvious? She tells Fred her feet are being burned. Would you like some salve? An ointment? So? Blaaaahhhh. I can't stand it when the characters are so stupid. I hope Eve dies badly. Maybe I'd feel differently if she were portrayed by another actress.
Now for some shallow observations! I missed doing these. Harmony was wearing whore makeup for this entire episode. What was up with that? Also, I found it funny that she was also sporting Buffy's hair from Superstar. Commentary? Also, I got distracted by David Boreanaz's shiny shiny fingernails. In Anne Rice books, vampires are supposed to have shiny shiny fingernails, so I wondered if they were jumping on that bandwagon. But then I thought, David Boreanaz seems like the kind of dude that gets manicures. And perhaps Angel is too, you never know. Also, Harmony said "on accident" in this episode. Do people really say that? I must ask because I know I've said it, but I thought I was creating a new phrase or something. People say "on purpose" but they say "by accident." I determined once that "on accident" sounded completely cute, so I said it. I didn't know that it was an actual ... thing that people said.
[End Spoiler]
And on that note ... night all.
Saturday
Foot update: Revenge of Zombie Foot!
Blah, so, sorry about the offer of Zombie Foot photographs. While it still looks driven to madness with the desire to eat human flesh, there is a problem. My computer has decided that it would be really cool to be the stupidest thing in the world, and refuses to recognize the camera I have PLUGGED INTO IT!
I don't know, man. My computer has two USB ports that up until this year I had never used. I plugged my web camera into one, and that worked fine. Then, when I got my first digital camera, I tried plugging it in the same one, but it didn't work. I plugged it into the second one, and it worked with no problem. Now, no matter what I do, I cannot get any new hardware to work in either of them. It's like you can only use one port for one thing ever, and then it's over, you're done. Yes, that doesn't make much sense, but then, my computer is ass retarded. Help?
In other zombie foot news, I got it stuck this morning with a local anesthetic ... or ... painkiller. Or something. It was weird, and the needle made my foot bleed a lot, because of all the blood trapped in my foot. I narrowly escaped dripping blood onto the floor! Anyway. I don't know that I care for it. My legs and lower spine area have been tingly since this afternoon, and I feel like my flesh is incredibley heavy, and being pulled down by an unseen force. Walking was definitely a challenge.
Wish me luck for tomorrow! [/mystery]
Also! Happy Wedding Annika and Will! I remembered and thought about you at approximately 5:40 Eastern Time, so hopefully that was some time around when you were doing wedding things. Aww.
I don't know, man. My computer has two USB ports that up until this year I had never used. I plugged my web camera into one, and that worked fine. Then, when I got my first digital camera, I tried plugging it in the same one, but it didn't work. I plugged it into the second one, and it worked with no problem. Now, no matter what I do, I cannot get any new hardware to work in either of them. It's like you can only use one port for one thing ever, and then it's over, you're done. Yes, that doesn't make much sense, but then, my computer is ass retarded. Help?
In other zombie foot news, I got it stuck this morning with a local anesthetic ... or ... painkiller. Or something. It was weird, and the needle made my foot bleed a lot, because of all the blood trapped in my foot. I narrowly escaped dripping blood onto the floor! Anyway. I don't know that I care for it. My legs and lower spine area have been tingly since this afternoon, and I feel like my flesh is incredibley heavy, and being pulled down by an unseen force. Walking was definitely a challenge.
Wish me luck for tomorrow! [/mystery]
Also! Happy Wedding Annika and Will! I remembered and thought about you at approximately 5:40 Eastern Time, so hopefully that was some time around when you were doing wedding things. Aww.
Thursday
Foot update: Spoke Too Soon?
That title has too many "o"s in it.
So, yesterday, I got off the train and directly into a doctor's office. See, on Tuesday the boy and I determined that my foot was ... unattractive. Or, the actual phrase used to describe it was "zombie foot." Because, seriously. So anyway, I called my father to get a second opinion about zombie foot once I got back.
My primary care physician said that all the alarming under-the-surface bleeding was not anything to worry about. However, the swelling, he said, was. I didn't think the swelling was too bad, considering that on Monday, it had been a grapefruit. Anyway, he said the amount of swelling indicated that there was bone injury. He wants me to get more x-rays.
Cut to: X-Ray Place. I get more x-rays. The technician is bitchy, but she should have gone home several hours before, and she was waiting for some dude to come in, which he didn't, so I cut her some slack. Anyway, longer story less long, I might have a tiny small fracture on one of the bones.
Cut to: going back to PCP's office! I'm waiting for twenty minutes in the car, at which point I call my father up in the office, and I'm all "What are ya doin'?" He's making me an appointment with a podiatrist.
It is apparently difficult to explain to people why I was at this point very cranky and irate and in the most desire to just go the hell home. But, anyway, I was.
At podiatrist: takes more x-rays. Determines that foot is probably fractured. A small, tiny, itty bitty, hairline fracture. Which means that it's really no more injured than I thought it was before, when I thought I had badly bruised the bone.
However, I'm apparently injured enough to warrant *a cast on my foot*!! Which made it more uncomfortable and difficult to walk than before. Also, on Saturday, I'm doing to go back to this dude, and he's going to take the cast off and pump me full of drugs so I can swim through my weekend.
Also, at the moment, my foot is wet from being in the shower. My mother gave me a garbage bag and some rubber bands to wrap around it to keep the cast from getting wet. Didn't work!!! Now my foot is also cold and heavy.
I hate everything. But! When I got home, I took a picture of zombie foot, if anyone would like to see that. Sadly, I could only get the toes, because the rest has plaster on it. I should warn you though, that some things are so gross that they're cool. This is not one of those things. It's so gross I can't even upload it and put the picture here, because it's just that gross. So. Who wants to see it!
So, yesterday, I got off the train and directly into a doctor's office. See, on Tuesday the boy and I determined that my foot was ... unattractive. Or, the actual phrase used to describe it was "zombie foot." Because, seriously. So anyway, I called my father to get a second opinion about zombie foot once I got back.
My primary care physician said that all the alarming under-the-surface bleeding was not anything to worry about. However, the swelling, he said, was. I didn't think the swelling was too bad, considering that on Monday, it had been a grapefruit. Anyway, he said the amount of swelling indicated that there was bone injury. He wants me to get more x-rays.
Cut to: X-Ray Place. I get more x-rays. The technician is bitchy, but she should have gone home several hours before, and she was waiting for some dude to come in, which he didn't, so I cut her some slack. Anyway, longer story less long, I might have a tiny small fracture on one of the bones.
Cut to: going back to PCP's office! I'm waiting for twenty minutes in the car, at which point I call my father up in the office, and I'm all "What are ya doin'?" He's making me an appointment with a podiatrist.
It is apparently difficult to explain to people why I was at this point very cranky and irate and in the most desire to just go the hell home. But, anyway, I was.
At podiatrist: takes more x-rays. Determines that foot is probably fractured. A small, tiny, itty bitty, hairline fracture. Which means that it's really no more injured than I thought it was before, when I thought I had badly bruised the bone.
However, I'm apparently injured enough to warrant *a cast on my foot*!! Which made it more uncomfortable and difficult to walk than before. Also, on Saturday, I'm doing to go back to this dude, and he's going to take the cast off and pump me full of drugs so I can swim through my weekend.
Also, at the moment, my foot is wet from being in the shower. My mother gave me a garbage bag and some rubber bands to wrap around it to keep the cast from getting wet. Didn't work!!! Now my foot is also cold and heavy.
I hate everything. But! When I got home, I took a picture of zombie foot, if anyone would like to see that. Sadly, I could only get the toes, because the rest has plaster on it. I should warn you though, that some things are so gross that they're cool. This is not one of those things. It's so gross I can't even upload it and put the picture here, because it's just that gross. So. Who wants to see it!
Tuesday
Foot status: Not Broken.
Hooray! So, I'm at the boy's. On Sunday, many items were moved into the apartment, including some assembleables like the massive computer desk. Today I was going to attempt to start putting this together. The box containing the pieces (it's a big, long, pretty thin, rectangular cardboard box) was on its thin side, and I was going to lay it flat on the ground.
In theory. See, just because the desk is in pieces doesn't mean that the boy got some normal, cheapo pseudo-wood desk like normal people would get. I think it's all actual wood. And remarkabley heavy. I remark on it because I was not expecting the weight when I tried to lower it. Because of this, I was greatly surprised when it began plummeting towards the earth at a near instanteous speed. And directly onto my left foot.
To put it mildly: Ow. It sort of felt like stubbing your toe, if immediately after stubbing your toe you were also shot in the foot !! After ten minutes of wailing on the ground, I noticed that my foot seemed to have a grapefruit-sized lump growing out of my foot. Since I have experience in traumatic lower-limb injury, I figured it was about time I started moving around. I had actually been chatting with Pat at the time, so I thought I should let him know what was going on. That's never not awkward. "Um, hi! I seem to have ... broken my foot. But don't worry, though!"
I had to assume it was broken, but I couldn't really tell. Then I waited a few hours for the boy to get home. I rested for about an hour, then I moved around via the ground. I took lots of Advil.
After the boy got home, he made me a sandwich and then we had an adventure getting Lost In Maryland before finally finding a Patient First. They x-rayed, and found that no bones were broken or fractured or anything like that. I just banged it up but good. So ... I consider this a yay.
What's also a yay is that they hooked me up with some crutches and some sweet sweet painkillers (triple-strength acetaminophen laced with codeine). It should be better in a few days.
In other news, since I wound up staying longer here, I had to rely on the parents to tape Angel. Which ... probably did not go well. I'll ask my mother how it went tomorrow, but the answer will most likely be not good. I'd be lucky if she taped the last ten minutes. So, apparently the universe didn't like my reviews that much after all. Maybe the universe is a Spike fan. That would figure. Anyway, I think I need a little break from Angel anyway, so I'll consider this the Christmas/New Year's hiatus. And then -- Sweeps! The boy told me he will buy me the DVDs when they come out. Aww. No one tell him I don't have a DVD player!
Such is life. But the bottom line is that I'm not seriously injured, which would have made life suck a whole bunch.
In theory. See, just because the desk is in pieces doesn't mean that the boy got some normal, cheapo pseudo-wood desk like normal people would get. I think it's all actual wood. And remarkabley heavy. I remark on it because I was not expecting the weight when I tried to lower it. Because of this, I was greatly surprised when it began plummeting towards the earth at a near instanteous speed. And directly onto my left foot.
To put it mildly: Ow. It sort of felt like stubbing your toe, if immediately after stubbing your toe you were also shot in the foot !! After ten minutes of wailing on the ground, I noticed that my foot seemed to have a grapefruit-sized lump growing out of my foot. Since I have experience in traumatic lower-limb injury, I figured it was about time I started moving around. I had actually been chatting with Pat at the time, so I thought I should let him know what was going on. That's never not awkward. "Um, hi! I seem to have ... broken my foot. But don't worry, though!"
I had to assume it was broken, but I couldn't really tell. Then I waited a few hours for the boy to get home. I rested for about an hour, then I moved around via the ground. I took lots of Advil.
After the boy got home, he made me a sandwich and then we had an adventure getting Lost In Maryland before finally finding a Patient First. They x-rayed, and found that no bones were broken or fractured or anything like that. I just banged it up but good. So ... I consider this a yay.
What's also a yay is that they hooked me up with some crutches and some sweet sweet painkillers (triple-strength acetaminophen laced with codeine). It should be better in a few days.
In other news, since I wound up staying longer here, I had to rely on the parents to tape Angel. Which ... probably did not go well. I'll ask my mother how it went tomorrow, but the answer will most likely be not good. I'd be lucky if she taped the last ten minutes. So, apparently the universe didn't like my reviews that much after all. Maybe the universe is a Spike fan. That would figure. Anyway, I think I need a little break from Angel anyway, so I'll consider this the Christmas/New Year's hiatus. And then -- Sweeps! The boy told me he will buy me the DVDs when they come out. Aww. No one tell him I don't have a DVD player!
Such is life. But the bottom line is that I'm not seriously injured, which would have made life suck a whole bunch.
Thursday
General thoughts and ratings for Angel 5.9, "Harm's Way"
There will not be a review tomorrow! Superhero Girl will be so happy. Tomorrow I will be on a train! And then in a car! So my weekend will be filled with work and activity.
Also, I need new underclothes, like, bad.
[Begin Spoiler for Harm's Way — Highlight to view]
Well that was nice and pointless. Seriously. Here's a line to sum it up: Office jealousy, but with monsters and with Harmony, so that makes it a perfect episode for Angel. There was no point at all to this episode. Why did they bother? Its whole point was to show that Harmony is not an outcast in the firm. Great! Except ... when were we supposed to think she was? There was no build up at all to this, the problem was created and solved within the episode. We met new people who we will never have to think about or care about again, and even if these demons were to later become important, this intro would still be completely unnecessary. And who was that chick? Who cares?
At first, I liked this episode, because it was light and fun. I like Harmony. (And I've never tried to say otherwise!) But eventually the banality of the whole thing overwhelmed me.
I liked the entirely and wholly bizarre little skit in the beginning, but if I may channel Television Without Pity for a moment, that would have been good in the first episode, not the ninth. Do we have to explain the premise in every episode? [brain cries ]
The Spike Is Creepy factor was through the roof in this episode. I was utterly skeeved, and after he left the screen, I felt like I need a shower and a wire brush. I hope he dies.
And the title made no sense either. It was just a pun on her name, but had no actual relation to the episode. Good job!
[End Spoiler]
Also, I need new underclothes, like, bad.
[Begin Spoiler for Harm's Way — Highlight to view]
Well that was nice and pointless. Seriously. Here's a line to sum it up: Office jealousy, but with monsters and with Harmony, so that makes it a perfect episode for Angel. There was no point at all to this episode. Why did they bother? Its whole point was to show that Harmony is not an outcast in the firm. Great! Except ... when were we supposed to think she was? There was no build up at all to this, the problem was created and solved within the episode. We met new people who we will never have to think about or care about again, and even if these demons were to later become important, this intro would still be completely unnecessary. And who was that chick? Who cares?
At first, I liked this episode, because it was light and fun. I like Harmony. (And I've never tried to say otherwise!) But eventually the banality of the whole thing overwhelmed me.
I liked the entirely and wholly bizarre little skit in the beginning, but if I may channel Television Without Pity for a moment, that would have been good in the first episode, not the ninth. Do we have to explain the premise in every episode? [brain cries ]
The Spike Is Creepy factor was through the roof in this episode. I was utterly skeeved, and after he left the screen, I felt like I need a shower and a wire brush. I hope he dies.
And the title made no sense either. It was just a pun on her name, but had no actual relation to the episode. Good job!
[End Spoiler]
Wednesday
Nnniiinnhhhhhhhhggggggggiiiiiihnnn!!!
Sorry. That's just the sound my brain made watching THE LATEST EPISODE!
Uh... what in other news happened? I got my yearbook from Rutgers today! It's a piece of crap. Seriously. I don't know why I'm surprised. Half of the cover is made of rough plastic. I SWEAR! You cannot make this stuff up. In the back of the book there is a list of graduates. I'm not on it! My pictures looks ... not good, and "Theatre Arts" appears under my name. Just that. Which is going to be awkward when I (hopefully) get my degree that will say "Anthropology" on it. Oh Rutgers, you dumb, dumb bitch. I'm trying to remember if I was told I could only put down one major when I had the picture taken. That would make sense I guess. Because there's no reason I wouldn't have written both on anything. And other people have two down. None of these are uniform. They appear in the following formats:
Major
Major 1/Major 2
"Major 1, Major 2"
"Major" (this one's my favorite)
Major 1, Major 2
Maj.
Major1majo
Seriously. Oh well. This just continues the tradition of me resenting my yearbook. Baaaaah. I solemnly resolve that this be the last one I get.
Also, other stuff happened that I do not wish to divulge in blog-format. Don't worry, nothing bad, just, irritating.
[Begin Spoiler for Destiny — Highlight to view]
I actually missed the whole first bit with the phone/package deal because I was cleaning, so I don't really know what happened there. I mean, I taped it, and I could in theory go back and watch it, but, nggih. Oh David Fury! You infuriate me! It's so ironic. It bothers me somewhat that I have become very familiar with David Fury's writing style. It's very loud and brash, and he tries to make EXPLOSIVE things happen, but in the end, nothing actually has happened. See also: Crush. It's impressive when you can dig yourself into a hole *within* an episode, so that you really have nothing to do but get back to square one, stupidly.
Anyway, sadly Fury is one of their more accomplished writers, and I didn't always dislike him. But he tries too damn had, and he's angry. He is, actually, a lot like Spike. I know all the little spikeluva2310s have tried to paint Fury as this bad guy who hates poor little Spike, but he really doesn't. He's connects himself too closely with Spike. And I think Whedon is his Angel. Never gonna be him Fury! Lay down the rage!
Anyway, this loud brash episode also had to do with Spike, and I guess since they forced him onto this show, the writers decided that they needed him, because they needed to work through all the Spike-related crap from Seasons 6/7. And really ... they really didn't. I would have been so content if they just dropped the whole thing and cut their losses. I ceased to give a shit about Spike long ago. Trust me, you cannot win me back. See, part of me knows that there could be a lot of discussion from this episode, it's a Chatter, this one is. But I found myself at a loss for discussion about it. And I realized that this is because I don't care. I didn't get excited that there was a lot to talk about. The idea made me feel tired and irritable and a little sad.
So anyway, what else happened? Oh, that's right, all the sex. Thanks Mutant Enemy! I thought my days of experiencing Unexpected Porn were over, but I forgot we were battling for those ratings. My mistake. Also - lots of Eve in this episode too. God! What is wrong with you people? Why were they buying that sad-eyed bullshit? Why are they all "Poor Eve, let's trust her!"? Seriously! When Gunn was all nuts and choking her (did that have to do with the phones/package? I wasn't paying attention), I was cheering him on. Squeeze, Gunn, squeeze!
Sarah Thompson's speaking annoys me. She overenunciates. And her words sound all wet, like the saliva is splashing around while her lips and teeth are smacking all over the place, catching feedback from the microphones. Oh, especially the "t"s and "d"s. Man, those are killers. It's like when you catch some fabric when you're closing a wooden drawer, that swicky feeling in the fingers and teeth. Ngguh!
oh no. oh no!! Flashbacks! It's the Revenge of the bad hair and accents. And Drusilla, nice to see her as usual, but why did she seem so ... lucid? The hell! She was all ... coherent. I was bothered. Also, I like the fact that this flashback really doesn't fit with say ... Lies My Parents Told Me. THANK GOD. If we could forget that episode more than we forget the rest of Season 7, that would be great. Anyway, I liked the flashbacks. Ah, reminders of somewhat better times. Furthermore, Spike and Angel have totally done it. Totally. They practically did onscreen.
However, despite the tickling anger that I felt watching this episode -- wait, I don't know. I wasn't really angry. I'm not all ... angered by the show. It's just. How much more can you take? How much more can we drink from The Cup of Death or whatever it was? I was sort of angry, but also comicly said. And I missed Wesley. Probably off at the therapist. Wait, what was I going to say? Oh yes! Despite the fact that ... this wasn't the happiest hour of television I've ever sat through, there was that single line ... that I will not even say if in the event the spoiler-whore boy is reading, because I simply cannot ruin the joke ... the single line had made me laugh uproariously. It was, in fact, perfect. If the entire episode consisted of nothing but the setup and the line, it would be the Best Episode Ever. Thank you for that.
Okay, now to the most important thing. LINDSAY!!! I love you! Hate the tatoos or whatever that is, but I love you! Oh, I rolled my eyes at the last scene. As soon as I was sure she wasn't talking to herself (I almost laughed), I realized "oh, it's the Mystery Person is Off-Screen/Dramatic Reveal!!! thing" I was sad. Those can only ever end in disappointment. It's annoying anyway. But yay! Thank God! Save Our Show, Lindsay, Save Our Show! And get away from Eve! Please! You could do so much better. So much better. Dude. HERPES!!
Oh, but he doesn't know about the Halloween! Heee! Great. This gives me something to look forward to. I can also look forward to the fact that Spike could still die at any time. Right?
[End Spoiler]
— Edit!! —
So, I watched the episode again last night, and I realized I forgot to include some IMPORTANT THINGS.
[Begin Spoiler for IMPORTANT THINGS — Highlight to view]
First of all, I liked it a lot better after a second time. I don't take back what I said about Fury, because I thnk his "confrontational" writing style is what stunned and disoriented me on the first go-round. But it was tempered with DeKinghty goodness so, eh. I still didn't like all the Spike crap, though. It would have been better if he'd been mute.
1. "Toner" written on the wall in blood: truly inspired. That was near brilliant.
2. You know when Angel and Spike were all sticking their hands in the sun? This reminded me of something that made me roll my eyes. My cousin Michael is a very smart lad. Or at least, he used to be. I don't know, it's complicated and makes me sad. But anyway, his sister used to date an enormous loser. And from some reason Michael took to him a whole lot. I do not know why. Anyway, this loser boy introduced Michael to this neat little game, in which two persons place their arms together, and a lit cigarette is dropped into the groove betwixt them. The first one to move, loses! Isn't that coolest thing you've ever heard??? Sigh. So, yeah, anyway, that's what that reminded me of. That boys are really, really stupid.
3. The little group rolling their eyes at Sirk when he was explaining about translations. What the fuck? "Oh, he's so boring, ha ha!" I found that highly offensive! That shit's important! And Angel especially, you might want to pay attention, seeing as this concerns *your destiny* and everything. Jackasses. "You might as well have read a twelve-year-old's book report on the subjest." Heee! I like Sirk. He's like crotchety, but darker.
[End Spoiler]
Uh... what in other news happened? I got my yearbook from Rutgers today! It's a piece of crap. Seriously. I don't know why I'm surprised. Half of the cover is made of rough plastic. I SWEAR! You cannot make this stuff up. In the back of the book there is a list of graduates. I'm not on it! My pictures looks ... not good, and "Theatre Arts" appears under my name. Just that. Which is going to be awkward when I (hopefully) get my degree that will say "Anthropology" on it. Oh Rutgers, you dumb, dumb bitch. I'm trying to remember if I was told I could only put down one major when I had the picture taken. That would make sense I guess. Because there's no reason I wouldn't have written both on anything. And other people have two down. None of these are uniform. They appear in the following formats:
Major
Major 1/Major 2
"Major 1, Major 2"
"Major" (this one's my favorite)
Major 1, Major 2
Maj.
Major1majo
Seriously. Oh well. This just continues the tradition of me resenting my yearbook. Baaaaah. I solemnly resolve that this be the last one I get.
Also, other stuff happened that I do not wish to divulge in blog-format. Don't worry, nothing bad, just, irritating.
[Begin Spoiler for Destiny — Highlight to view]
I actually missed the whole first bit with the phone/package deal because I was cleaning, so I don't really know what happened there. I mean, I taped it, and I could in theory go back and watch it, but, nggih. Oh David Fury! You infuriate me! It's so ironic. It bothers me somewhat that I have become very familiar with David Fury's writing style. It's very loud and brash, and he tries to make EXPLOSIVE things happen, but in the end, nothing actually has happened. See also: Crush. It's impressive when you can dig yourself into a hole *within* an episode, so that you really have nothing to do but get back to square one, stupidly.
Anyway, sadly Fury is one of their more accomplished writers, and I didn't always dislike him. But he tries too damn had, and he's angry. He is, actually, a lot like Spike. I know all the little spikeluva2310s have tried to paint Fury as this bad guy who hates poor little Spike, but he really doesn't. He's connects himself too closely with Spike. And I think Whedon is his Angel. Never gonna be him Fury! Lay down the rage!
Anyway, this loud brash episode also had to do with Spike, and I guess since they forced him onto this show, the writers decided that they needed him, because they needed to work through all the Spike-related crap from Seasons 6/7. And really ... they really didn't. I would have been so content if they just dropped the whole thing and cut their losses. I ceased to give a shit about Spike long ago. Trust me, you cannot win me back. See, part of me knows that there could be a lot of discussion from this episode, it's a Chatter, this one is. But I found myself at a loss for discussion about it. And I realized that this is because I don't care. I didn't get excited that there was a lot to talk about. The idea made me feel tired and irritable and a little sad.
So anyway, what else happened? Oh, that's right, all the sex. Thanks Mutant Enemy! I thought my days of experiencing Unexpected Porn were over, but I forgot we were battling for those ratings. My mistake. Also - lots of Eve in this episode too. God! What is wrong with you people? Why were they buying that sad-eyed bullshit? Why are they all "Poor Eve, let's trust her!"? Seriously! When Gunn was all nuts and choking her (did that have to do with the phones/package? I wasn't paying attention), I was cheering him on. Squeeze, Gunn, squeeze!
Sarah Thompson's speaking annoys me. She overenunciates. And her words sound all wet, like the saliva is splashing around while her lips and teeth are smacking all over the place, catching feedback from the microphones. Oh, especially the "t"s and "d"s. Man, those are killers. It's like when you catch some fabric when you're closing a wooden drawer, that swicky feeling in the fingers and teeth. Ngguh!
oh no. oh no!! Flashbacks! It's the Revenge of the bad hair and accents. And Drusilla, nice to see her as usual, but why did she seem so ... lucid? The hell! She was all ... coherent. I was bothered. Also, I like the fact that this flashback really doesn't fit with say ... Lies My Parents Told Me. THANK GOD. If we could forget that episode more than we forget the rest of Season 7, that would be great. Anyway, I liked the flashbacks. Ah, reminders of somewhat better times. Furthermore, Spike and Angel have totally done it. Totally. They practically did onscreen.
However, despite the tickling anger that I felt watching this episode -- wait, I don't know. I wasn't really angry. I'm not all ... angered by the show. It's just. How much more can you take? How much more can we drink from The Cup of Death or whatever it was? I was sort of angry, but also comicly said. And I missed Wesley. Probably off at the therapist. Wait, what was I going to say? Oh yes! Despite the fact that ... this wasn't the happiest hour of television I've ever sat through, there was that single line ... that I will not even say if in the event the spoiler-whore boy is reading, because I simply cannot ruin the joke ... the single line had made me laugh uproariously. It was, in fact, perfect. If the entire episode consisted of nothing but the setup and the line, it would be the Best Episode Ever. Thank you for that.
Okay, now to the most important thing. LINDSAY!!! I love you! Hate the tatoos or whatever that is, but I love you! Oh, I rolled my eyes at the last scene. As soon as I was sure she wasn't talking to herself (I almost laughed), I realized "oh, it's the Mystery Person is Off-Screen/Dramatic Reveal!!! thing" I was sad. Those can only ever end in disappointment. It's annoying anyway. But yay! Thank God! Save Our Show, Lindsay, Save Our Show! And get away from Eve! Please! You could do so much better. So much better. Dude. HERPES!!
Oh, but he doesn't know about the Halloween! Heee! Great. This gives me something to look forward to. I can also look forward to the fact that Spike could still die at any time. Right?
[End Spoiler]
— Edit!! —
So, I watched the episode again last night, and I realized I forgot to include some IMPORTANT THINGS.
[Begin Spoiler for IMPORTANT THINGS — Highlight to view]
First of all, I liked it a lot better after a second time. I don't take back what I said about Fury, because I thnk his "confrontational" writing style is what stunned and disoriented me on the first go-round. But it was tempered with DeKinghty goodness so, eh. I still didn't like all the Spike crap, though. It would have been better if he'd been mute.
1. "Toner" written on the wall in blood: truly inspired. That was near brilliant.
2. You know when Angel and Spike were all sticking their hands in the sun? This reminded me of something that made me roll my eyes. My cousin Michael is a very smart lad. Or at least, he used to be. I don't know, it's complicated and makes me sad. But anyway, his sister used to date an enormous loser. And from some reason Michael took to him a whole lot. I do not know why. Anyway, this loser boy introduced Michael to this neat little game, in which two persons place their arms together, and a lit cigarette is dropped into the groove betwixt them. The first one to move, loses! Isn't that coolest thing you've ever heard??? Sigh. So, yeah, anyway, that's what that reminded me of. That boys are really, really stupid.
3. The little group rolling their eyes at Sirk when he was explaining about translations. What the fuck? "Oh, he's so boring, ha ha!" I found that highly offensive! That shit's important! And Angel especially, you might want to pay attention, seeing as this concerns *your destiny* and everything. Jackasses. "You might as well have read a twelve-year-old's book report on the subjest." Heee! I like Sirk. He's like crotchety, but darker.
[End Spoiler]
Tuesday
I have no socks on.
Because they got rocked the fuck off.
[Begin Spoiler for Lineage — Highlight to view]
This was a fantastic episode. Like other episodes where lots of Big Shit happens, it had the potential to go downhill really fast, but it resisted. Oh my Lordy Lordcakes. I really, really loved this episode. It was so fabulous and fucked up and so fabulously fucked up. HOLY SHIT!
I'm giving it a 9.5. It wasn't perfect by any means. There were definitely ways in which it could have been better, and certain things could have been left out cough*Spike*cough. cough*Eve*cough. Dude, is Eve still in the elevator? That's awesome! I could have done without the whole her and Spike business, because I didn't care. Also, that scene was shot at odd angles, so their faces looked distorted and unpleasant. Also, for some reason the position and posture of Eve's body made it look as though she were standing at a urinal. Unpleasant! Also, in the beginning, after Angel started digging into Wesley for his "error" my brain started going to delightful geeker joy places, theorizing and questioning as to how Angel was dealing with these actions that Wesley doesn't even know he did. The whole Connor thing is really confusing now. Did he still go dark? What up? Anyway, I was angered and dismayed that Angel and Eve then had to have a conversation spelling everything out. As Fred later said, "Do you know how patronizing you sound?" ... or approximate quote, anyway. Seriously. Because it's not like I've watched the show for the past five years. It's not like I'd know what was going on unless it was spelled it out and they used small words. I mean, do they think their audience is stupid, or have they lost all capacity for subtlety? Both?
See also, at the end. I was so happy that Angel was all "Hey, I killed my father too! Let's bond." and I was happy that they went there (And hey Kirk - relevant to our discussion!) but then they pissed me off with the over-explanation. See, he did that when he first became a vampire. Which you'd know if you'd ever seen this show before. On the one hand, I forgive it, because that was a great scene (including the Spike bit, which was actually nicely handled), but on the other hand it pisses me off because it mucked up a great scene.
Anyway. HOLY SHIT! Oh dude. This was a great episode. See, I was going to comment that Wesley's interaction with his father wasn't hitting the spot for me. I loved the dude that played his father. He seemed to be the perfect casting. I love that they looked similar, I loved that he was shorter than Wesley, I loved the whole thing. But I thought he should dig into him more. I thought Wesley should "revert" more. More like his phone interactions with his father, like in the last scene. Oh, speaking of the last scene, I could tell from the fingers and the tones that Wesley was pressing "0 44.." to call home, and that just made me really, really happy for some reason. Yee!
A quick sidetrack. What is Wesley's name? Is it "Wesley" or is it "Wezley"? Because "Wezley" has always pissed me off. I pronounce it the other way, so this seems lazy and unnatural. Yet Wesley's fake-father clearly called him Wezzzzzley. What up! I don't know if I approve of this! I forget how Wesley himself actually says it, but, dude. STOP VOICING THE FRICATIVES! God.
Anyway! Down to business. Dude. Wesley shot his father. HOLY SHIT. And I was very happy that it turned out to not be his father. I was actually very happy with this. I'm glad that his father wasn't evil, and I'm glad Wesley didn't kill his father. And I'm also glad that he thought he did. That was the only way they could have done this, so I'm not at all against the ridiculous fake-father concept. If it had been his father and he had been evil and all the rest, that would have felt really wrong to me. So I glad at the way this worked out. I don't have to be uneased by it. You can move past Wesley's reaction of: [vomit], and my reaction of: "Holy Shit!" and fully accept and revel in the complete and utter beauty and fucked-uppedness of the situation. It's so Beautiful And Fucked-Up.
And I also like the (perhaps unintentionally) subtle reactions of Wesley. Yeah, honey. You did it because he threatened Fred. Sure. That explains shooting him, once. Maybe twice. But you emptied the fucking gun, dude.
This episode was such a mind-fuck. And it was great! I loved every minute of it. Well, except the minutes with Spike and Eve. ... And the other reasons that I knocked off .5 points. Oh well. It still rocked heavy.
[End Spoiler]
[Begin Spoiler for Lineage — Highlight to view]
This was a fantastic episode. Like other episodes where lots of Big Shit happens, it had the potential to go downhill really fast, but it resisted. Oh my Lordy Lordcakes. I really, really loved this episode. It was so fabulous and fucked up and so fabulously fucked up. HOLY SHIT!
I'm giving it a 9.5. It wasn't perfect by any means. There were definitely ways in which it could have been better, and certain things could have been left out cough*Spike*cough. cough*Eve*cough. Dude, is Eve still in the elevator? That's awesome! I could have done without the whole her and Spike business, because I didn't care. Also, that scene was shot at odd angles, so their faces looked distorted and unpleasant. Also, for some reason the position and posture of Eve's body made it look as though she were standing at a urinal. Unpleasant! Also, in the beginning, after Angel started digging into Wesley for his "error" my brain started going to delightful geeker joy places, theorizing and questioning as to how Angel was dealing with these actions that Wesley doesn't even know he did. The whole Connor thing is really confusing now. Did he still go dark? What up? Anyway, I was angered and dismayed that Angel and Eve then had to have a conversation spelling everything out. As Fred later said, "Do you know how patronizing you sound?" ... or approximate quote, anyway. Seriously. Because it's not like I've watched the show for the past five years. It's not like I'd know what was going on unless it was spelled it out and they used small words. I mean, do they think their audience is stupid, or have they lost all capacity for subtlety? Both?
See also, at the end. I was so happy that Angel was all "Hey, I killed my father too! Let's bond." and I was happy that they went there (And hey Kirk - relevant to our discussion!) but then they pissed me off with the over-explanation. See, he did that when he first became a vampire. Which you'd know if you'd ever seen this show before. On the one hand, I forgive it, because that was a great scene (including the Spike bit, which was actually nicely handled), but on the other hand it pisses me off because it mucked up a great scene.
Anyway. HOLY SHIT! Oh dude. This was a great episode. See, I was going to comment that Wesley's interaction with his father wasn't hitting the spot for me. I loved the dude that played his father. He seemed to be the perfect casting. I love that they looked similar, I loved that he was shorter than Wesley, I loved the whole thing. But I thought he should dig into him more. I thought Wesley should "revert" more. More like his phone interactions with his father, like in the last scene. Oh, speaking of the last scene, I could tell from the fingers and the tones that Wesley was pressing "0 44.." to call home, and that just made me really, really happy for some reason. Yee!
A quick sidetrack. What is Wesley's name? Is it "Wesley" or is it "Wezley"? Because "Wezley" has always pissed me off. I pronounce it the other way, so this seems lazy and unnatural. Yet Wesley's fake-father clearly called him Wezzzzzley. What up! I don't know if I approve of this! I forget how Wesley himself actually says it, but, dude. STOP VOICING THE FRICATIVES! God.
Anyway! Down to business. Dude. Wesley shot his father. HOLY SHIT. And I was very happy that it turned out to not be his father. I was actually very happy with this. I'm glad that his father wasn't evil, and I'm glad Wesley didn't kill his father. And I'm also glad that he thought he did. That was the only way they could have done this, so I'm not at all against the ridiculous fake-father concept. If it had been his father and he had been evil and all the rest, that would have felt really wrong to me. So I glad at the way this worked out. I don't have to be uneased by it. You can move past Wesley's reaction of: [vomit], and my reaction of: "Holy Shit!" and fully accept and revel in the complete and utter beauty and fucked-uppedness of the situation. It's so Beautiful And Fucked-Up.
And I also like the (perhaps unintentionally) subtle reactions of Wesley. Yeah, honey. You did it because he threatened Fred. Sure. That explains shooting him, once. Maybe twice. But you emptied the fucking gun, dude.
This episode was such a mind-fuck. And it was great! I loved every minute of it. Well, except the minutes with Spike and Eve. ... And the other reasons that I knocked off .5 points. Oh well. It still rocked heavy.
[End Spoiler]
Woo hoo!
Woo hoo and Thank God!
You may notice, gentle readers, that today is Tuesday. Therefore, you may note I am short one Angel review. Due in part to the fact that I have not slept in an entire month, and the fact that my mother took off from work yesterday (as she sometimes tends to do), I thought yesterday was Sunday. All day. Which is why I was not in front of my television at 5PM yesterday, and why I did not tape Angel.
This came to my attention at 2AM this morning. After ... some quiet hysterics, I thought perhaps I should look at my TV listings to see if perhaps Angel would be shown in the morning also. It was! That helped me get through the night. Sadly, I learned this morning that they were, in fact, showing "Bachelor Party." Crushed again. Then! I remembered that on the tape I was originally using to record the show, I had a bunch of random, out-of-order episodes from early in the season that I hadn't seen. Guess what was on there! Yay!
In other news, starshine called me on the phone, which was unexpected and quite entertaining. Sadly, I still had wet hair, so it dried into a big frizzball, so now I have it in rollers.
Also, my mother and I cleaned out the garage over this unnaturally extended weekend. SO MANY SPIDERS! Anyway, yesterday I sustained two bug bites (I'm assuming mosquitos, though I was not able to squish the bastards), and I'm worried now. I have decided that I have either developed a severe allergy to mosquito saliva, or I've contracted some fucked up tropical disease.
The last couple of times I've been bitten, I've gotten that flat and raised irregularly shaped patch. This is normal. However, I also had a 3-inch diameter circle of bright red around the bite area. Without having scratched at it. Yish! In addition, the bites I got yesterday are now resting in nickel-sized lumps on my thigh and arm. NICKEL SIZED. It's like a welt. It's like I was hit in the arm with a mallet.
Shit, I hope I don't die.
ANYWAY! Two reviews, one day! (Other to come later.)
[Begin Spoiler for The Cautionary Tale Of Numero Cinco — Highlight to view]
The teaser was really long, yo. Seriously. Many minutes. And it was full of stupid phrases that I didn't really understand. "If wishes were horses"? The fuck does that mean? "My old tumble"? The fuck does that mean? Although, "You're kind of like a woman." "That's not a compliment." Heee. Me too, Fred. Me too.
Okay, now into the episode. Man. This was ... weird. I don't even know what to rate this. It was good, and I really *wanted* to like it, but too much of it was kind of fuckedupweird.
I loved Number Five. ... Numero Cinco ... eh, I'm gonna call him "No. 5" because that looks cool. I LOVE No. 5!! He's a little old man! He delivers mail! He tells you stories of the past! I want to take him home and feed him soup. ... If he weren't, you know. This makes me sad. I hope good stuff happened to him after his brothers mysteriously materialized and then they all myseteriously dematerialized. I love you No. 5!
Anyway, yeah, let's start there. What the fuck? That was totally creepy! Let's just all, pop out of our graves! That's not weird at all! I can't even begin to think about what was going on there, because it makes my brain hurt.
I think Joss Whedon hates injuns! Hates 'em like he hates his father. What was up with that dude? Was it explained why he didn't look like an actual human, or was that just ... supposedly explained by the fact that he was evil? Also, did we ever determine why he needed the Hearts of Heros? I mean, yeah, they had that supposition that he was feeding off them, but then we switched gears and he was just all after the talisman. So, what's up with that? Is it because he's an Aztec, so lets have him cut out some hearts? That would be in keeping with the above theory! Oedi, yo.
Also, Wesley's theory? IS STUPID! Or maybe it's not. I don't know. I don't even know. I can't decide and am conflicted. To be a hero, you need to believe you're a hero, deeds are irrelevant? That idea ... bothers me. I can't decide why. Personally, I think the beef jerky explanation was far superior. 'Cause ... yeah!
Also, and this is important, What was the cautionary tale??? Seriously! What is it? What lesson was taught by the plighted life of the celebrated Mr. 5? "Ask before you throw people through glass"? (uhh, the glass bothered me) "Don't swallow talismans"? "Don't be disconnected"? Was that supposed to be it? That's ... awkward.
Oddly though, in contrast with the last episode, I do feel like watching this again. It was good, maybe? It seems like I should try to understand it more, but a larger part of my brain is telling me, "No, it actually is stupid, don't bother." So, that's my bottom line: "I liked it, but What The Fuck?!"
[End Spoiler]
You may notice, gentle readers, that today is Tuesday. Therefore, you may note I am short one Angel review. Due in part to the fact that I have not slept in an entire month, and the fact that my mother took off from work yesterday (as she sometimes tends to do), I thought yesterday was Sunday. All day. Which is why I was not in front of my television at 5PM yesterday, and why I did not tape Angel.
This came to my attention at 2AM this morning. After ... some quiet hysterics, I thought perhaps I should look at my TV listings to see if perhaps Angel would be shown in the morning also. It was! That helped me get through the night. Sadly, I learned this morning that they were, in fact, showing "Bachelor Party." Crushed again. Then! I remembered that on the tape I was originally using to record the show, I had a bunch of random, out-of-order episodes from early in the season that I hadn't seen. Guess what was on there! Yay!
In other news, starshine called me on the phone, which was unexpected and quite entertaining. Sadly, I still had wet hair, so it dried into a big frizzball, so now I have it in rollers.
Also, my mother and I cleaned out the garage over this unnaturally extended weekend. SO MANY SPIDERS! Anyway, yesterday I sustained two bug bites (I'm assuming mosquitos, though I was not able to squish the bastards), and I'm worried now. I have decided that I have either developed a severe allergy to mosquito saliva, or I've contracted some fucked up tropical disease.
The last couple of times I've been bitten, I've gotten that flat and raised irregularly shaped patch. This is normal. However, I also had a 3-inch diameter circle of bright red around the bite area. Without having scratched at it. Yish! In addition, the bites I got yesterday are now resting in nickel-sized lumps on my thigh and arm. NICKEL SIZED. It's like a welt. It's like I was hit in the arm with a mallet.
Shit, I hope I don't die.
ANYWAY! Two reviews, one day! (Other to come later.)
[Begin Spoiler for The Cautionary Tale Of Numero Cinco — Highlight to view]
The teaser was really long, yo. Seriously. Many minutes. And it was full of stupid phrases that I didn't really understand. "If wishes were horses"? The fuck does that mean? "My old tumble"? The fuck does that mean? Although, "You're kind of like a woman." "That's not a compliment." Heee. Me too, Fred. Me too.
Okay, now into the episode. Man. This was ... weird. I don't even know what to rate this. It was good, and I really *wanted* to like it, but too much of it was kind of fuckedupweird.
I loved Number Five. ... Numero Cinco ... eh, I'm gonna call him "No. 5" because that looks cool. I LOVE No. 5!! He's a little old man! He delivers mail! He tells you stories of the past! I want to take him home and feed him soup. ... If he weren't, you know. This makes me sad. I hope good stuff happened to him after his brothers mysteriously materialized and then they all myseteriously dematerialized. I love you No. 5!
Anyway, yeah, let's start there. What the fuck? That was totally creepy! Let's just all, pop out of our graves! That's not weird at all! I can't even begin to think about what was going on there, because it makes my brain hurt.
I think Joss Whedon hates injuns! Hates 'em like he hates his father. What was up with that dude? Was it explained why he didn't look like an actual human, or was that just ... supposedly explained by the fact that he was evil? Also, did we ever determine why he needed the Hearts of Heros? I mean, yeah, they had that supposition that he was feeding off them, but then we switched gears and he was just all after the talisman. So, what's up with that? Is it because he's an Aztec, so lets have him cut out some hearts? That would be in keeping with the above theory! Oedi, yo.
Also, Wesley's theory? IS STUPID! Or maybe it's not. I don't know. I don't even know. I can't decide and am conflicted. To be a hero, you need to believe you're a hero, deeds are irrelevant? That idea ... bothers me. I can't decide why. Personally, I think the beef jerky explanation was far superior. 'Cause ... yeah!
Also, and this is important, What was the cautionary tale??? Seriously! What is it? What lesson was taught by the plighted life of the celebrated Mr. 5? "Ask before you throw people through glass"? (uhh, the glass bothered me) "Don't swallow talismans"? "Don't be disconnected"? Was that supposed to be it? That's ... awkward.
Oddly though, in contrast with the last episode, I do feel like watching this again. It was good, maybe? It seems like I should try to understand it more, but a larger part of my brain is telling me, "No, it actually is stupid, don't bother." So, that's my bottom line: "I liked it, but What The Fuck?!"
[End Spoiler]
Friday
General thoughts and ratings for Angel 5.5, "Life Of The Party"
I went out to lunch today with JuliaPrime and Iago. It was neat, even though my day was filled with stress (I hate you, PATH train), and I had to leave so I could come home and tape this here show. And I had a raging headache all day. But it was fun. We saw The Motorcycle Diaries . It was a good little film as far as films go, but I feel it was more artsy than it was substantial. I liked it, but the only thing I really felt when I left the theater was, "Wow, that was pretty." Well, that and "That young man's going to become a revolutionary!"
[Begin Spoiler for Life Of The Party — Highlight to view]
So this is what one calls a filler episode! Not that there's anything wrong with that. I give it maybe 7.5. It was an entertaining little number, but when I looked at the clock and realized that an entire half hour had gone by, I also realized that fuck all had gone on.
I'm shocked that I didn't guess, by the title, that this would be a Lorne-centric episode. And I liked that. I actually like Lorne as one of the main characters, I think he has a sustainable and interesting character. Also, the music they played over the first scene was about to bug me before I watched them work it into the mood. Nice job! Can't say the same about the music at the end, though. What's with all the music??
Nobody annoyed me in this episode, not even Spike, amazingly. He was actually kind of entertaining, yet still unnecessary. More than anything he reminded me that sometimes there's just no room in an episode for characters that contractually need to be in every episode. Also, there was no pointless backstory in this one, which made me very happy. The only thing that might have qualified was Lorne's little spiel about Caritas, but he wasn't saying it to inform, he was saying it to make a point, which he's still totally allowed to do.
I also thought the episode's dilemma was entertaining and not too taxing. Fred and Wesley should be drunk more often. And Gunn's reaction to Lorne's admission ... dude. Totally. I am right there with him. That would be so damn awesome. It would help so much!! The only thing mildly troubling was the sex. Not for the conventional reasons, though. I think it's been pretty well shown that Angel can get laid, he just can't like it very much. He could get great work as a manwhore. Anyway! Angel is lucky he's a vampire, yo. Because I think Eve's last name is "Herpes." Diseases, diseases, diseases. Yeck.
I also liked that they were able to extend Lorne's problem to fit them all, and that the way that they came about learning this very special information was entertaining and not at all preaching. I actually think I should rate this episode higher, but ... I don't really see any real call for me to watch it again. Good enough.
Furthermore, I loved that the demon gent had the ... underling, slave thing. Dude. That was so fucked up and great. And stolen from Anne Rice, but then, so a lot of this stuff.
[End Spoiler]
[Begin Spoiler for Life Of The Party — Highlight to view]
So this is what one calls a filler episode! Not that there's anything wrong with that. I give it maybe 7.5. It was an entertaining little number, but when I looked at the clock and realized that an entire half hour had gone by, I also realized that fuck all had gone on.
I'm shocked that I didn't guess, by the title, that this would be a Lorne-centric episode. And I liked that. I actually like Lorne as one of the main characters, I think he has a sustainable and interesting character. Also, the music they played over the first scene was about to bug me before I watched them work it into the mood. Nice job! Can't say the same about the music at the end, though. What's with all the music??
Nobody annoyed me in this episode, not even Spike, amazingly. He was actually kind of entertaining, yet still unnecessary. More than anything he reminded me that sometimes there's just no room in an episode for characters that contractually need to be in every episode. Also, there was no pointless backstory in this one, which made me very happy. The only thing that might have qualified was Lorne's little spiel about Caritas, but he wasn't saying it to inform, he was saying it to make a point, which he's still totally allowed to do.
I also thought the episode's dilemma was entertaining and not too taxing. Fred and Wesley should be drunk more often. And Gunn's reaction to Lorne's admission ... dude. Totally. I am right there with him. That would be so damn awesome. It would help so much!! The only thing mildly troubling was the sex. Not for the conventional reasons, though. I think it's been pretty well shown that Angel can get laid, he just can't like it very much. He could get great work as a manwhore. Anyway! Angel is lucky he's a vampire, yo. Because I think Eve's last name is "Herpes." Diseases, diseases, diseases. Yeck.
I also liked that they were able to extend Lorne's problem to fit them all, and that the way that they came about learning this very special information was entertaining and not at all preaching. I actually think I should rate this episode higher, but ... I don't really see any real call for me to watch it again. Good enough.
Furthermore, I loved that the demon gent had the ... underling, slave thing. Dude. That was so fucked up and great. And stolen from Anne Rice, but then, so a lot of this stuff.
[End Spoiler]
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