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I really hope this is real and not a hoax. Librarianjessie, can you smell the Northrax tonight?
2. Reading my first Nero Wolfe book. Another adorable Golden Age detective. Great. I have too many books to go on the hunt for another author. Also on the hopper: Ratking by Michael Dibdin, which I have had for approximately five million years but have yet to crack the book's spine.
3. My Bloody Valentine is a SOBIG (So Bad It's Good). The script is like a drunken madlibs session committed to celluloid. And dudes, if this was a better movie, I'd be outraged over the cuts. Why excise all the exploitative bits from an exploitation movie, people?
4. New discovery:
Aamir a surprisingly gritty Indian film that's as far from Bollywood as you can get. It also apparently bears an astonishing resemblance to 2005's
Cavite. So pronounced are the similarities that the Indian producers actually bought the rights to the Pinoy indie despite swearing they came up with the concept for their story independently. And now I have to hunt down Cavite, except is not available at the local Video City. Dagnabbit.
5. I got coughed on on the train. This does not amuse me.
6. Bale-Out is AMAZING workout music. And since, as per y_slaybelle's post, Christian Bale apologized na, here endeth the only absolutely hilarious celeb scandal that I enjoyed without a hint of schadenfreude. I still like Bale, specially since I've seen stars of far lesser magnitude (obvs) throw even bigger tantys. It's just that they never went on as long, and as per the Twin Peaks paradigm, anything shocking, when it goes too long, eventually ends up hilarious. I don't know why that is, but it is what it is. Is.
7. I'm trying to figure out if it's worth my time to convince the spinning instructors to add Bale-Out to their collection of workout tracks.
8. I also feel the need to convince the yoga teacher to add "You Don't Have To Be A Prostitute (Jemaine)" to the class. I challenge you not to get chilled out on that song. Well, after you get used to it. Cause it's entirely understandable if you choke on laughter the first time you hear it.
9. Speaking of the Conchhords, I just got a hold of Sutton "Coco" Foster's debut solo album. OMG I love her. Total girlcrush. Favorite song off the album: "My Heart Was Set On You."
10. Grilla's crispy pata is AMAZING. It takes too long to serve, but totally worth the wait.
11. Nearly done with Law and Order Original Recipe season 4, aka The Last of Ben Stone. I love the new cast to distraction (Cyrus Lupo, CALL ME. You too, Michael Cutter) but the first few seasons had amazing plots, sensational courtroom speeches, and a lot less WTFery. Consider the latest Mothership episode, which nearly made me think it was SVU, it was so boneheaded. OTOH, Blanche Deveraux! Hiiii! And Christopher McDonald, who should totally get a regular gig. He's always awesome.
12. Link from
middlefan:
New Dollhouse trailer. Is it wrong that I'm squeeing for reasons entirely unrelated to Joss and Eliza? Although the leaked stuff on io9 makes me hope that there's a twist in episode 2 somewhere 'cause that shit sounds laaame. Or maybe I just don't fuckin' understand. (No, fuck nooooo)