Someday I will tell a very special story about mammoths and raptors as BFFs.
I AM HAVING AN ARTISTIC CRISIS, YOU GUYS.
I'm... I don't know exactly what an artistic crisis would be. I'm actualy doing fine. I just kind of thought "artistic crisis" sounded more dramatic than "I think I pulled a muscle by spending a few hours collaging without a backrest" and "I can't find my favorite ruler for this kind of task"- which, really, kind of summarizes my entire creative process. I use the term creative loosely, and before you ask: four. I have four different rulers, for various tasks.
...Shut up. I am a special and unique snowflake.
I have already flailed about this to a few of you, but-- In Treatment, oh my Hatch, you guys. I do not even know how to begin talking about this. I don't understand how EVERYONE ON EARTH is not talking about it. (How is there not an LJ comm? How are there not fics and spoilers and icons and MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE?)
The acting is INSANE. Like, good-insane, not crazy-insane, although sometimes that too. It's pretty much exactly like watching a play, a bunch of monologues from people who are REALLY REALLY GOOD at performing monologues. Except television is the perfect medium for it, because you really do get in closer, really do get to see just that much more, even though there are pretty much two sets and seven actors total.
If you like good writing, or good acting, or therapy, or really intense emotion, or people cursing a lot, or Josh Charles looking surly and angry, or Michelle Forbes picking fights, or Melissa George talking about oral sex... maybe you would like to try this show!
...Okay. Let me make this as simple as possible.
It's reality TV season. Within the next three days, there will be two new episodes of BB, including an eviction and a new HOH; there will be a new Survivor, which I don't think I need to remind you is EXTRA important now that I am getting to know Ami and Eliza from Vanuatu; and there will be a new Project Runway, with the REUNION and the FINAL SHOWDOWN.
And I'm sitting here, typing out a whole post about why you should watch a scripted, half-hour drama.
If that's not a ringing endorsement, what is?
Man. Is it just me, or is LJ really dead lately?
Because, guys, I don't approve. I really don't.
Every time LJ is quiet, I end up sucked into some bizarre research vortex that starts on Wikipedia and ends with my ILLing half a dozen books on whether or not Bring It On can be read through the lens of Revelations, such that it accurately predicts the apocalypse, or whatever else my topic of the day is. This is how I got into summer camp stories. I believe this is how I got into baby geniuses.
Help. Me.
I'm... I don't know exactly what an artistic crisis would be. I'm actualy doing fine. I just kind of thought "artistic crisis" sounded more dramatic than "I think I pulled a muscle by spending a few hours collaging without a backrest" and "I can't find my favorite ruler for this kind of task"- which, really, kind of summarizes my entire creative process. I use the term creative loosely, and before you ask: four. I have four different rulers, for various tasks.
...Shut up. I am a special and unique snowflake.
I have already flailed about this to a few of you, but-- In Treatment, oh my Hatch, you guys. I do not even know how to begin talking about this. I don't understand how EVERYONE ON EARTH is not talking about it. (How is there not an LJ comm? How are there not fics and spoilers and icons and MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE?)
The acting is INSANE. Like, good-insane, not crazy-insane, although sometimes that too. It's pretty much exactly like watching a play, a bunch of monologues from people who are REALLY REALLY GOOD at performing monologues. Except television is the perfect medium for it, because you really do get in closer, really do get to see just that much more, even though there are pretty much two sets and seven actors total.
If you like good writing, or good acting, or therapy, or really intense emotion, or people cursing a lot, or Josh Charles looking surly and angry, or Michelle Forbes picking fights, or Melissa George talking about oral sex... maybe you would like to try this show!
...Okay. Let me make this as simple as possible.
It's reality TV season. Within the next three days, there will be two new episodes of BB, including an eviction and a new HOH; there will be a new Survivor, which I don't think I need to remind you is EXTRA important now that I am getting to know Ami and Eliza from Vanuatu; and there will be a new Project Runway, with the REUNION and the FINAL SHOWDOWN.
And I'm sitting here, typing out a whole post about why you should watch a scripted, half-hour drama.
If that's not a ringing endorsement, what is?
Man. Is it just me, or is LJ really dead lately?
Because, guys, I don't approve. I really don't.
Every time LJ is quiet, I end up sucked into some bizarre research vortex that starts on Wikipedia and ends with my ILLing half a dozen books on whether or not Bring It On can be read through the lens of Revelations, such that it accurately predicts the apocalypse, or whatever else my topic of the day is. This is how I got into summer camp stories. I believe this is how I got into baby geniuses.
Help. Me.