[she don't like her eggs all runny]
for the second morning in a row, the guy who lives next door is listening to the original john prine & iris dement version of "in spite of ourselves" loudly enough that i can sing along to it in my own living room without missing a word.
what a hell of a weekend in college basketball: #3 villanova loses to unranked west virginia, #6 illinois loses to unranked iowa, #7 michigan loses to #24 wisconsin, #10 washington loses to unranked washington state, #11 boston college loses to unranked georgia tech, #12 maryland loses to unranked miami, the other #12 nc state loses to #25 carolina, #14 oklahoma loses to unranked nebraska, #21 kentucky loses to unranked kansas, plus #2 connecticut barely pulls out a win over unranked louisiana state and #17 ucla barely beats unranked arizona. HOT DAMN. i love college basketball so much.
also this weekend i watched the last three episodes of due south season one with megan and april, and jesus fuck, the victoria episodes just slay me no matter how many times i see them, and i also re-read some strange prophecy because it's what you do after you watch the victoria episodes, and i also went and saw brokeback mountain with lizzies and ash and megan and angie, and all in all it was a very lovely weekend.
(except for the point on saturday night when i lit the trash can on fire (please don't ask) and then had a nervous breakdown, but let's not talk about that. okay? okay. those of you who were party to that breakdown, i'm not exactly feeling much better today, but i know how to get by. and i've got you guys, so thank you.)
the thing that broke me the most about the gay cowboys was nothing in the movie; it was the willie nelson over the credits. i mean, seriously: me, standing in the aisle at the rialto in raleigh, sobbing about the music over the credits. i really enjoyed the movie, too. i don't really have much to say about it outside of that, but i liked it. i loved it. yeah.
then i went home and watched the last four episodes of slings & arrows season one that ash taped for me, and it was fucking brilliant.
"being stoned isn't the same as being insane."
"it looks similar. stoners look like they're insane."
*heart*
dear fat crazy wacky-haired paul gross: i love you so much it cannot be textually rendered. love, min
"we dueled in university."
OH HEART.
... DON MCKELLAR. DON MCKELLAR!
paul gross talking the marketing guy into giving the best reading i've ever heard of "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow" is fucking priceless.
DRUNKEN PAUL GROSS AND DRUNKEN MIDDLE MANAGER CHALLENGING DON MCKELLAR TO A DUEL. OMG.
"that was before you went on a drunken stabbing spree!"
OH PAUL GROSS HEART HEART HEART.
the way paul gross says fantastic makes my girlie bits all happy. i have no idea. why. it just does.
more subplots should involve chameleons loose in theater rehearsals. seriously.
rachel mcadams is so fucking adorable it hurts, and i really genuinely enjoyed the subplot involving her and the guy playing hamlet. he's a cutie.
... i was a theater major, and i JUST NOW, mid-fifth episode of season one, realized WHERE THIS FUCKING SHOW'S TITLE CAME FROM. i lose at everything. i think i have to return my theater major to carleton now.
my copy of the complete works of william shakespeare was my mother's, and before it was my mother's, it was my great great aunt's. the front leaf has jean's name and address written in it, and underneath that "1924" - the year she bought it. and under that, my mother's name and her address on the carolina campus and "1970". under that, my name and "2005" - the year i sold my riverside to mikey for five bucks and made this one my primary shakespeare. tonight, i was trying to find "to be or not to be" for that last glorious line about all thy sins remembered and a large chunk of the top corner of titus andronicus crumbled off in my hand. i am very glad i have no need to read that. at the moment, at least.
all the scenes where geoffrey is telling ellen about what happened when he broke down are so weirdly touching and fantastically acted and just. paul gross is a really good actor, he really is, when he's not phoning it in. this show is brilliant. it is so brilliant. and with the two of them in the swan! i want an icon of that. of ellen and geoffrey in the swan boat hiding from claire and jack.
of course you can't really know anything about a prodcution until you've seen it all, but the bits we get, it's really a pretty tremendous hamlet.
god, when paul gross smiles, i just want to mash his face into my tits.
of all the lines from shakespeare that get misquoted, "i knew him, horatio," is the one that bugs me most. it is not "i knew him well, horatio." it is "i knew him, horatio", and that is somehow more entirely tragic.
... i missed the one minute macbeth, somehow. i think that this means i have to watch the whole season again. what?
i don't really have anything to say about this episode because the first time leo appeared on screen last night, i burst into tears and had to turn the tv off. maybe tonight i can watch it. maybe i can't. jj, you should come over and watch it with me, okay? i need someone to hold my hand.
yet another blog reported this week that not only will everyone's favorite cocaine wretch be back to write either the farewell episode for john spencer or the series finale or maybe both, but when he comes back, tommy schlamme is directing what the wretch writes. still unconfirmed officially, but one can hope.
honestly, i can't think of a better way to send john spencer off. can you?
okay, fine, i can deal with scrubs and supernatural airing opposite each other because i don't mind watching scrubs live while i tivo supernatural, but moving the oc opposite everwood is just CRUEL, because i don't care about either of them enough to watch one live but i do care enough about both of them to want to watch them eventually. nnnnnnngh. stupid tv people. at least i don't watch house, too. that would make tuesdays unbearable. i guess i have to rearrange all my season passes on the tivo tonight, *PUT UPON SIGH*.
clearly i'm having one of those unbearable weeks where i talk too much to make up for the fact that i really just want to sleep until i feel less stupid. later i'm going to post fic. now i'm going to go to work and install htmlkit 292 on forty seven computers that aren't configured to default to utf-8 in their browsers. you know. such is my life.
what a hell of a weekend in college basketball: #3 villanova loses to unranked west virginia, #6 illinois loses to unranked iowa, #7 michigan loses to #24 wisconsin, #10 washington loses to unranked washington state, #11 boston college loses to unranked georgia tech, #12 maryland loses to unranked miami, the other #12 nc state loses to #25 carolina, #14 oklahoma loses to unranked nebraska, #21 kentucky loses to unranked kansas, plus #2 connecticut barely pulls out a win over unranked louisiana state and #17 ucla barely beats unranked arizona. HOT DAMN. i love college basketball so much.
also this weekend i watched the last three episodes of due south season one with megan and april, and jesus fuck, the victoria episodes just slay me no matter how many times i see them, and i also re-read some strange prophecy because it's what you do after you watch the victoria episodes, and i also went and saw brokeback mountain with lizzies and ash and megan and angie, and all in all it was a very lovely weekend.
(except for the point on saturday night when i lit the trash can on fire (please don't ask) and then had a nervous breakdown, but let's not talk about that. okay? okay. those of you who were party to that breakdown, i'm not exactly feeling much better today, but i know how to get by. and i've got you guys, so thank you.)
the thing that broke me the most about the gay cowboys was nothing in the movie; it was the willie nelson over the credits. i mean, seriously: me, standing in the aisle at the rialto in raleigh, sobbing about the music over the credits. i really enjoyed the movie, too. i don't really have much to say about it outside of that, but i liked it. i loved it. yeah.
then i went home and watched the last four episodes of slings & arrows season one that ash taped for me, and it was fucking brilliant.
"being stoned isn't the same as being insane."
"it looks similar. stoners look like they're insane."
*heart*
dear fat crazy wacky-haired paul gross: i love you so much it cannot be textually rendered. love, min
"we dueled in university."
OH HEART.
... DON MCKELLAR. DON MCKELLAR!
paul gross talking the marketing guy into giving the best reading i've ever heard of "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow" is fucking priceless.
DRUNKEN PAUL GROSS AND DRUNKEN MIDDLE MANAGER CHALLENGING DON MCKELLAR TO A DUEL. OMG.
"that was before you went on a drunken stabbing spree!"
OH PAUL GROSS HEART HEART HEART.
the way paul gross says fantastic makes my girlie bits all happy. i have no idea. why. it just does.
more subplots should involve chameleons loose in theater rehearsals. seriously.
rachel mcadams is so fucking adorable it hurts, and i really genuinely enjoyed the subplot involving her and the guy playing hamlet. he's a cutie.
... i was a theater major, and i JUST NOW, mid-fifth episode of season one, realized WHERE THIS FUCKING SHOW'S TITLE CAME FROM. i lose at everything. i think i have to return my theater major to carleton now.
my copy of the complete works of william shakespeare was my mother's, and before it was my mother's, it was my great great aunt's. the front leaf has jean's name and address written in it, and underneath that "1924" - the year she bought it. and under that, my mother's name and her address on the carolina campus and "1970". under that, my name and "2005" - the year i sold my riverside to mikey for five bucks and made this one my primary shakespeare. tonight, i was trying to find "to be or not to be" for that last glorious line about all thy sins remembered and a large chunk of the top corner of titus andronicus crumbled off in my hand. i am very glad i have no need to read that. at the moment, at least.
all the scenes where geoffrey is telling ellen about what happened when he broke down are so weirdly touching and fantastically acted and just. paul gross is a really good actor, he really is, when he's not phoning it in. this show is brilliant. it is so brilliant. and with the two of them in the swan! i want an icon of that. of ellen and geoffrey in the swan boat hiding from claire and jack.
of course you can't really know anything about a prodcution until you've seen it all, but the bits we get, it's really a pretty tremendous hamlet.
god, when paul gross smiles, i just want to mash his face into my tits.
of all the lines from shakespeare that get misquoted, "i knew him, horatio," is the one that bugs me most. it is not "i knew him well, horatio." it is "i knew him, horatio", and that is somehow more entirely tragic.
... i missed the one minute macbeth, somehow. i think that this means i have to watch the whole season again. what?
i don't really have anything to say about this episode because the first time leo appeared on screen last night, i burst into tears and had to turn the tv off. maybe tonight i can watch it. maybe i can't. jj, you should come over and watch it with me, okay? i need someone to hold my hand.
yet another blog reported this week that not only will everyone's favorite cocaine wretch be back to write either the farewell episode for john spencer or the series finale or maybe both, but when he comes back, tommy schlamme is directing what the wretch writes. still unconfirmed officially, but one can hope.
honestly, i can't think of a better way to send john spencer off. can you?
okay, fine, i can deal with scrubs and supernatural airing opposite each other because i don't mind watching scrubs live while i tivo supernatural, but moving the oc opposite everwood is just CRUEL, because i don't care about either of them enough to watch one live but i do care enough about both of them to want to watch them eventually. nnnnnnngh. stupid tv people. at least i don't watch house, too. that would make tuesdays unbearable. i guess i have to rearrange all my season passes on the tivo tonight, *PUT UPON SIGH*.
clearly i'm having one of those unbearable weeks where i talk too much to make up for the fact that i really just want to sleep until i feel less stupid. later i'm going to post fic. now i'm going to go to work and install htmlkit 292 on forty seven computers that aren't configured to default to utf-8 in their browsers. you know. such is my life.