Friday, July 18, 2008
I think I just threw up in my mouth a little
You know what's even more irritating than someone with only mediocre talent becoming somehow representative of my entire demographic, at least as far as Canadian media is concerned?
It's when that person is a smart woman who trades on acting stupider than she is.
Therefore, this:
"CBC has also ordered Abroad, a back-door pilot about the romantic misadventures of a Canadian woman in London, based on the experiences of Globe and Mail columnist Leah McLaren."
causes me to shake my head in weary dismay.
It's when that person is a smart woman who trades on acting stupider than she is.
Therefore, this:
"CBC has also ordered Abroad, a back-door pilot about the romantic misadventures of a Canadian woman in London, based on the experiences of Globe and Mail columnist Leah McLaren."
causes me to shake my head in weary dismay.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
my fandom can carry a tune
"He's a really good-looking guy and I thought he was kind of cheesy at first--"
"Trust your instincts!"
"--but he turned out to be totally sweet. Sometimes people are layered like that. There's something totally different underneath than what's on the surface."
"And sometimes, there's a third, even deeper level, and that one is the same as the top surface one."
"...Huh?"
"Like with pie. So are you going to see him again?"
Oh, I know, I know I'm behind the curve on Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, but--it's just so--awesome. Like an awesome thing with awesome sauce. :sigh:
"Trust your instincts!"
"--but he turned out to be totally sweet. Sometimes people are layered like that. There's something totally different underneath than what's on the surface."
"And sometimes, there's a third, even deeper level, and that one is the same as the top surface one."
"...Huh?"
"Like with pie. So are you going to see him again?"
Oh, I know, I know I'm behind the curve on Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, but--it's just so--awesome. Like an awesome thing with awesome sauce. :sigh:
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Friday, July 04, 2008
just called to say it's good to be alive in such a small world
Guh.
D'you ever hear a song for the first time and have it knock the wind right out of you? The Flobots "Handlebars" just killed me dead. It doesn't hurt that I heard it for the first time over a brilliant BSG fanvid (spoilers for season four, y'all), which makes me want to make videos. Except that I don't have the patience to learn vidding software.
Also five-thirty in the morning has not been kind to me this week, and I have to go to bed now even though it is still light out.
D'you ever hear a song for the first time and have it knock the wind right out of you? The Flobots "Handlebars" just killed me dead. It doesn't hurt that I heard it for the first time over a brilliant BSG fanvid (spoilers for season four, y'all), which makes me want to make videos. Except that I don't have the patience to learn vidding software.
Also five-thirty in the morning has not been kind to me this week, and I have to go to bed now even though it is still light out.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
you broke my heart at the FunPlex
"Have you talked to Steve lately?"
"No, why?" [a suspiciously familiar silence falls] "Wait, why?"
It seems my erstwhile co-worker Steve is leaving to volunteer at a newspaper in Romania. Or at least, that's what he says--there might be some other, more sinister explanation. This latest defection from the Geek Squad is surprisingly hard on my morale. Of course, some of our departing geeks come back (hi, Thea!), but I live in fear of being surrounded by people who stare blankly when I talk about building my doomsday machine. Who's going to accuse me of moral bankruptcy and/or irrational jingoism? Who's going to slander Joss Whedon? Who's going to bring me magazine articles about zombies, or create tiny dinosaurs out of modeling foam and make them talk to me in squeaky voices when I'm having a bad day?
Normally this is where I would issue a decree about how no one else is allowed to go anywhere, for any reason, for the rest of our natural lives, but so many people have moved on in the last little while that the joke doesn't make me feel any better. So, uh, fly free little birds, or something. I love that people I am fond of are testing their limits, bravely stretching themselves into the world. I just hate that it takes them away from me.
"No, why?" [a suspiciously familiar silence falls] "Wait, why?"
It seems my erstwhile co-worker Steve is leaving to volunteer at a newspaper in Romania. Or at least, that's what he says--there might be some other, more sinister explanation. This latest defection from the Geek Squad is surprisingly hard on my morale. Of course, some of our departing geeks come back (hi, Thea!), but I live in fear of being surrounded by people who stare blankly when I talk about building my doomsday machine. Who's going to accuse me of moral bankruptcy and/or irrational jingoism? Who's going to slander Joss Whedon? Who's going to bring me magazine articles about zombies, or create tiny dinosaurs out of modeling foam and make them talk to me in squeaky voices when I'm having a bad day?
Normally this is where I would issue a decree about how no one else is allowed to go anywhere, for any reason, for the rest of our natural lives, but so many people have moved on in the last little while that the joke doesn't make me feel any better. So, uh, fly free little birds, or something. I love that people I am fond of are testing their limits, bravely stretching themselves into the world. I just hate that it takes them away from me.
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