and many of those dreams
Just finished April Lady. Sad wretched little story, really, but with a damned satisfying romantical type ending. I only have The Grand Sophy to go now but I may try Royal Escape too for curiosity's sake.
Proof that work is bad for your health: I've been, rather successfully I thought, fighting off the flu with echinacea for the past two weeks. Then bam, three days under an air-con vent in a tribunal room and my Saturday sleep-in has been totally ruined by the need to wake every five minutes to clear my bloody airways. Actually, they did end up bloody. Damn it. Stupid head. Just cut it off already. But really, it's nowhere as bad as I've had it in the past. I feel quite good, considering.
Ha, it only occurred to me late last night that I'm currently obsessed with two pop culture creative thingies featuring a girl named Georgia. Finished season one of Dead Like Me which turned out to be sooooooooooooooooo very good and soooo satisfying. Although I found the writing a bit uneven in the middle, not appreciating the way Jasmine Guy went missing for episodes without any explanation, kinda forgave it in consideration of Bryan Fuller still finding his feet and the team of writers figuring out exactly what to do with all the characters.
Loved loved loved the episode Nighthawks and what they're doing with Daisy is totally happy-making on so many levels. Most surprising of all was just how wonderfully Georgia's come into her own and how good it was to see Reggie and Joy be happy together. I hope season two is equally satisyfing and no loose ends are left hanging.
And god, I so want Mason/Georgia PWP. That scene in one of the very early episodes when they're on the bed together? Seriously, man, the heat! So the fact that they've pretty much been kept apart ever since then makes me wonder if there was a whole Giles/Buffy thing happening there. I mean that totally awesome myth or fact that Joss & co saw how powerful the chemistry was between SMG and ASH in the pilot and so tried to keep them physically apart for as much as possible after that. Did I make that up or did I actually read that somewhere? Still, definite similarity there.
But god yes, definitely and infinitely prefer Dead Like Me to Pushing Daisies although god, that show had the most marvellous visual aesthetic. The naturalistic dialogue in this is so much easier and more fascinating than the artificiality of that which kinda makes me wonder if Bryan Fuller was just trying a bit too hard with that. If anything, the visual aesthetic was a thing I found a leetle lacking here until Nighthawks and James Whitmore Jr's name popped up as director and I instantly saw how much more beautiful the colours were and how much more interesting and dynamic the camera work was. Dude, I didn't realise his dad was in The Majestic! I so need to watch that again, such a surprisingly little movie. Isn't David Grossman a Buffy alumnus too? Good people, good people.
And now I'm a little sad cos I have to wait til October for the final book in the Georgia Nicolson series. As it was, Stop In The Name Of Pants was so deliciously absurd and wonderful. I'm so damned fond of this girl now, it's kind of ridiculous. Funny how you can watch somebody grow up in a matter of weeks. And she's almost there. Almost. *sighs happily* It's totally gonna happen in the final book. I should have known but really I kept hoping they'd get together before then. God, I hope they do now. *crosses fingers* C'moooooonnnnnnn, Georgia!
Proof that work is bad for your health: I've been, rather successfully I thought, fighting off the flu with echinacea for the past two weeks. Then bam, three days under an air-con vent in a tribunal room and my Saturday sleep-in has been totally ruined by the need to wake every five minutes to clear my bloody airways. Actually, they did end up bloody. Damn it. Stupid head. Just cut it off already. But really, it's nowhere as bad as I've had it in the past. I feel quite good, considering.
Ha, it only occurred to me late last night that I'm currently obsessed with two pop culture creative thingies featuring a girl named Georgia. Finished season one of Dead Like Me which turned out to be sooooooooooooooooo very good and soooo satisfying. Although I found the writing a bit uneven in the middle, not appreciating the way Jasmine Guy went missing for episodes without any explanation, kinda forgave it in consideration of Bryan Fuller still finding his feet and the team of writers figuring out exactly what to do with all the characters.
Loved loved loved the episode Nighthawks and what they're doing with Daisy is totally happy-making on so many levels. Most surprising of all was just how wonderfully Georgia's come into her own and how good it was to see Reggie and Joy be happy together. I hope season two is equally satisyfing and no loose ends are left hanging.
And god, I so want Mason/Georgia PWP. That scene in one of the very early episodes when they're on the bed together? Seriously, man, the heat! So the fact that they've pretty much been kept apart ever since then makes me wonder if there was a whole Giles/Buffy thing happening there. I mean that totally awesome myth or fact that Joss & co saw how powerful the chemistry was between SMG and ASH in the pilot and so tried to keep them physically apart for as much as possible after that. Did I make that up or did I actually read that somewhere? Still, definite similarity there.
But god yes, definitely and infinitely prefer Dead Like Me to Pushing Daisies although god, that show had the most marvellous visual aesthetic. The naturalistic dialogue in this is so much easier and more fascinating than the artificiality of that which kinda makes me wonder if Bryan Fuller was just trying a bit too hard with that. If anything, the visual aesthetic was a thing I found a leetle lacking here until Nighthawks and James Whitmore Jr's name popped up as director and I instantly saw how much more beautiful the colours were and how much more interesting and dynamic the camera work was. Dude, I didn't realise his dad was in The Majestic! I so need to watch that again, such a surprisingly little movie. Isn't David Grossman a Buffy alumnus too? Good people, good people.
And now I'm a little sad cos I have to wait til October for the final book in the Georgia Nicolson series. As it was, Stop In The Name Of Pants was so deliciously absurd and wonderful. I'm so damned fond of this girl now, it's kind of ridiculous. Funny how you can watch somebody grow up in a matter of weeks. And she's almost there. Almost. *sighs happily* It's totally gonna happen in the final book. I should have known but really I kept hoping they'd get together before then. God, I hope they do now. *crosses fingers* C'moooooonnnnnnn, Georgia!