Tuesday, September 30, 2008

I have a most horrible, pounding headache, because of my allergies. It has made entertaining myself this evening very difficult, as computer screens, TVs, and reading are all kind of painful. The headache's beginning to let up, because my dad gave me one of his surgery pain pills, but not to the extent that I want to sit and watch another episode of Pushing Daisies. Which means I have three to watch before the premiere tomorrow night, and I'm not sure I'll have the time, especially if I work.

I kind of feel like all of the topics which I normally blog about, we now have discussion threads for at the boards, so I'm not sure what to say here. Not that it matters, in the grand scheme of things, and this wouldn't be a problem if my life weren't so boring, but I have no funny anecdotes or anything to relate.

Ah well. I'm going to eat a piece of Laura's birthday cheesecake, and finish In Cold Blood.

ETA: Whenever I dream of a TV show (which isn't that often, but does happen), it's always a fake episode. Whether I'm watching it, participating in it, have run home to miss all but the last few minutes, or am flipping and catch a promo, it's always a fake, dream episode. Sometimes they're very real, sometimes not, but usually it's recognizable as that show's world, if that makes sense. Last night, I dreamed that I was watching an Entertainment Tonight promo for the upcoming Heroes, and the promo centered on watching Jack Coleman practice his singing and dancing. For the upcoming Heroes. The upcoming musical Heroes.

I woke up and was like, thank you, brain.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

When it rains, it pours. My dad is in week five of his convalescence from abdominal surgery. He was scheduled to go back to work next Monday, the 29th. A couple days ago, he was leaning over to put the phone book back, and pulled something in his shoulder. The next day, he was in such pain he laid in bed all day with a heating pad. Yesterday he went to the GP, who couldn't tell what the problem was, and made him an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon. Who thinks he has a sprained rotator cuff. (Why he thinks instead of knows I'm not sure, but at least it's not broken.)

So, he gets another two weeks off work. Almost two months. He was just starting to look forward to going back, as he's been bored around the house. Poor dad.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

So, I'm watching a bit of SVU with my dad (Nick Chinlund was playing a serial killer - way to get stereotyped, dude), and that commercial with James Lipton came on, where he's the celebrity helping the real guy tell his story. (Geico, right? Effective ad campaign.) Anyway, my dad is like, guess how old he is. And I say...sixty. Maybe sixty-five. And my dad says, no. Eighty-two.

And I laugh. Ahahahaha. Very funny. He's not eighty-two. My dad says, yes, he is, your mom looked him up. And we shake on it, because OBVIOUSLY he's not eighty-two.

So I think to check Wikipedia. That son of a bitch is eighty-two years old. !!! I guess I can no longer say that my grandpa is the youngest looking eighty-year-old I've ever seen. Although...maybe if my grandpa dyed his hair...

Monday, September 22, 2008

Emmys, Emmys, Emmys. Wow, fashion was boring this year. I can't even think of a single dress that really stood out to me at all. Ladies, what is going on?

I can't believe Piven won again. I have never watched Entourage, but I'm sorry. It's Piven. He can't be that amazing, that he always wins this award. Christ.

I was very, very happy to see Zeljko Ivanek win. First of all, because he's my people, yo, and second of all, because he has been on everything, and he's awesome. I was very much surprised; I expected Mad Men guy to win. Speaking of which, Mad Men was not the sweep a lot of critics were expecting, which was nice. I mean, I don't watch the show, so I have no idea if it's good or anything (although the ten minutes I watched with Laura this weekend were painfully boring), but it was the favorite, so of course I wanted it to fail.

Disappointed BSG didn't get the writing win, but not surprised or anything. I mean, it really was just an honor to get nominated. (Although, when someone other than Mad Men won directing just prior, a tiny, tiny nugget of hope wormed its way into my heart, stupidly.)

Mary Tyler Moore's...arms...

Just don't have a host! At all! Just have the presenters come out, introduced by that voice in the ceiling that tells us how many previous nominations so-and-so has. That's all!

I actually thought the iconic TV locations thing was a really neat set dressing idea, and a lot more interesting than the usual Gigantic Awards and Amorphous Shiny Props; however, the Oval Office is not an iconic TV location. It's a real-world location that happened to be used in a TV show. I thought I was done with The West Wing! I think I had a PTSD flashback or something.

Eh, I thought The Office was funnier this year.

And finally, yay for Pushing Daisies! I was very glad to see Barry Sonnenfeld get the win, because talk about creating the visual look of a show that is NOTHING like anything else you see on TV. I can't wait for next Wednesday.

Friday, September 19, 2008

It be hard to believe I forgot today were Talk Like a Pirate Day. 'Tis a prodigious shame, it is, that I ain't been annoying all me family, but perhaps all things considered, 'twere for the best.

Anyways, we went running with my Grandpa today, and paperbacks are 8 for a dollar at the Salvation Army. Score! I even picked up a couple I haven't read before, which is not my usual book-buying practice. Laura got a great, really tall and narrow mirror, with fancy curly-cue detailing, for $2.50. There was a mini-apothecary end table for $35, and I'm hoping it will still be there next week when I get my paycheck. All it needs is a strip and refinish, which I can probably get my dad to do, as he likes projects; it's small enough I shouldn't have any trouble finding a place for it.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Icons! BSG, XF, Firefly, a few assorted other shows, celebs. A lot!

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25. 26. 27.

28. 29.

Monday, September 15, 2008

My life has been SO BORING lately, which is why I haven't posted. Because there is nothing to post. My grandpa has eight or ten apple trees, and a couple-three pear trees, and Laura and I decided this year that letting most of the fruit rot on the ground is a horrible waste; we've been cooking and canning every weekend. Pear sauce, pear halves, applesauce, apple butter, sliced apples in freezer bags, et cetera. We both feel very Baby Boom about the whole thing.

Sasha, the kitten we found in the middle of the road, is now a sleek little cat, who incidentally just got fixed. My previous experience with male animals post-neuter is that they come home and whine and mope for a day, lamenting their poor, lost balls. Sasha seems to not have noticed their absence, for his behavior changed not at all, which is not what we were hoping for. Because he's a very bad cat that is determined to use the entire house as his litter box, except for his actual litter box. Sigh.

I've hit a roadblock in the script. I know exactly what happens next, and how the scenes play out; it's one of those where I know how long it will take to write it out, and it's already there in my head, and it just kind of...makes me not want to write. I don't really know how else to explain it.

I watched the first two episodes of Big Love this weekend, and I think Bill Paxton's magic age is whatever age he is right now. Although, seriously, HBO. We get it. You're premium, so you don't have to censor yourselves. Think about what you actually need for your storytelling, and what you're just throwing in there because you can. Seriously, HBO. HBO, seriously.

This past week I saw two different commercials, for shows on two different networks, that used an apostrophe in making a plural. I weep for the future of the English language, I really do. (Goddamn it, TLC! It's: "I dos," not, "I do's." I don't care that it looks like the Spanish word for two without the apostrophe! You don't use an apostrophe to make a plural! Ever! That goes for you, too, History Channel, with your "UFO's.")

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

For you guys:

The banner above, so beautiful.

And the full-size of that ~*amazing*~ manipulation from the corner here.
Hey, guys! I'm not dead! I just had one of those weeks where I'm like, "Eh, the internet. I've read it already." That coupled with writer's block sprung from the depression wrought from the numerous rejections, plus all the stuff with Dad and an unexpected 24-hour visit last weekend from Marshall, well, it's been an odd time.

Books
37. The Pale Horseman, Bernard Cornwell. 8-2.
38. Foundation and Earth, Isaac Asimov. 8-3.
39. The Sandman: Preludes and Nocturnes, Neil Gaiman. 8-4.
40. The Sandman: The Doll’s House, Neil Gaiman. 8-7.
41. Lords of the North, Bernard Cornwell. 8-9.
42. The Sandman: Dream Country, Neil Gaiman. 8-9.
43. The Sandman: Season of Mists, Neil Gaiman. 8-19.

Movies

That's right, there are no movies. What with watching two seasons of XF and the Olympics, there were no new movies. Also, August is such a dumping ground for awful stuff, there wasn't a single thing that came out I cared to go see. I honestly thought I watched more movies than I have this year, but I guess not.

Sarah and I are having a hell of a time watching Anasazi. It wasn't on the last S2 disc from the library. I searched their system - nothing. Checked the shelves - nothing. Finally, went to the AV desk, where of course the main guy was working. He's very...brusque, I think the word is. Anyway, he checked the same things I did (in customer service, I know, always assume the complainer hasn't done the simplest things first ["Did you turn it off and back on?"], but still, dude, when I told you I checked that means I did), then got online in a huff. And found out that Amazon knows the set they sell is TOTALLY MISSING THE LAST DISC, and they sell it anyway. You have to complain and they'll send you the missing disc, which, like, how does that fit into your thing? What a joke; I'd return the whole set and find it elsewhere. Anyway, he was all, "I must deal with this shenanigans promptly!" and then gruffed off. Now I'm downloading just that episode, which is kind of a pain.

I just feel like pointing out it's only 60 degrees outside today. Fall fall fall fall fall! It's my very favorite season.