Holy crap, it's been so long. Things happened. (Mais oui.) I had the job where they refused to pay me what they had agreed to along with the hours from Hell for a while, then we found a tiny kitten, then we gave away the slightly bigger kitten, then the lake had no more water, and then I mustered up the energy to write something ( Read more... )

( Close loss to good team / Knowledge that we could have won / Makes me emo and shit )

I can't believe I watched it to the end. Masturbation towel (wtf?!) and all.

Jonathan Rhy-Meyers is very pretty, but he was horribly miscast in a physical sense. His Henry thus becomes short, wiry, and (by virtue of the wonderful scripts) about as smart as a turnip that's been dropped a few too many times and then walked on. He chews scenery ( Read more... )

Apparently, Minnesota got eaten by wolves.

Note to self: raking leaves and wearing Birkenstocks is not a good combination. Don't do it again.

So today I was doing some totally forgetful thing when I noticed a banner ad for "The Tudors", which is a ten-part miniseries about Henry VIII. Basically, it sounded like the hedonism of HBO's Rome meets ( Read more... )