wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame
I have so much to talk about that I don't even know where to start. So let's just discuss fun, fandomy things, eh?
First, teevee!
Chuck - cute. I don't LOVE it, but when I'm home I watch. Mindless, non-fandomy fun.
Pushing Daisies - fucking adorable and where has Lee Pace been all my life? And, of course, Anna fuckin' Friel. ♥ I just hope they can keep the whimsy up and it doesn't become annoying. *crosses fingers*
Gossip Girl - I had no feelings about the pilot or the second ep (beyond mmmm....pretty) but they got me with the third one. I really don't care about Nate (except that Chuck's in love with him, right?) and the whole Blair/Serena friendship makes me want to hurl something at the tv, but. I don't know. I like it, okay? STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.
Dirty Sexy Money - Seriously, dudes, this shit is AWESOME. Is anyone else watching it? If not, you should be. Awesomecakes with awesomesauce.
Supernatural - OH BOYS. HELLO. WELCOME BACK. 'The Magnificent Seven' was kind-of 'meh' but still made me over-the-moon pleased simply because my boys were back. But 'The Kids Are Alright' had me rolling around in glee and squealing into my fists. Oh, Dean! And Sammy with the yelling and using his body like he should! And can we talk about demon!girl? SO FUCKING HOT. And when Sam got all up in her grill after she'd told (shown?) him she was a demon and she was just 'get your panties out of a wad, you girl'? I LOVE HER. Like, A LOT. Mmmmmmm. In short - I love my show and my boys and wheeeeee!
So, that was the fun stuff.
I was already leery about this season anyway (how long can you spin this shit out?) but when the rumblings started about SWC, I started getting scared. I wibbled and freaked out and Ariana and I spent a great deal of time texting each other about it and I decided not to watch until we knew something for certain. I couldn't live with the uncertainty, you know?
But I heard what happened. And I must say it seems like a slap in the face. Her HEAD? Are you fucking kidding me?
And are they kidding themselves? About why people watch the show? It's certainly not for the finely-woven plot and subtle, crafted acting. It was for Micheal and Sara, whom Wentworth Miller and SWC somehow took and molded and made into this gorgeous, believable relationship that was based on the fleetingest of moments and touches and the things not said; this relationship that seemed so fragile, like the slightest pressure would crack it, but actually had a backbone and soul of steel, that the strongest of anvils and awful plot couldn't crack.
Honestly, I feel worse for them than I do for the rest of us.
RIP Prison Break. It was fun while it lasted.
Second, books!
Continuing with the year in books before I forget anymore of them.
39. Me and Mr. Darcy, by Alexandra Potter - unexpectedly adorable. Totally predictable, but her realizations re: brooding and how nice it is in fantasy while it's quite another in reality are right on the money. Cute summer fun.
40. Guyaholic, by Carolyn Mackler - I really, really liked this. Like, lots. You want to shake V, but at the same time, hug her and give her a glass of milk and some cookies. Watching her discovering things about herself is painful, but awesome. Now I have to read Vegan Virgin Valentine.
41. Evolution, Me and Other Freaks of Nature, by Robin Brande - SO AWESOME. Another 'teenage girl discovering herself' story but God. It's awesome. And Casey is, possibly, the most adorable creation in YA lit to date. Serious.
42. Twilight, by Stephanie Meyer - eh. This was like Valleys of the Dolls, in that I didn't like the characters or the plot or the writing really, but I COULDN'T STOP READING IT. It was like a compulsion. I particularly wanted to punch both Bella and Edward in the face. And the Mormon was killing me. I think my failure to read the other two speaks more than eloquently about my apathy for this one.
43. The Indian Clerk, by David Leavitt - um. I started this all gung-ho (turn-of-the-century mathematicians! The empire! Repressed homosexuality! Whee!) but, honestly, it wasn't very engrossing. And sometimes that's okay - not everything needs to suck you in and not let you go. But with the issues he was dealing with, I expected to be. What I finally figured out was that this read more like a textbook than a fiction novel. Perhaps understandable, as you could tell Leavitt did massive amounts of research, but he never really let them seem like characters. I don't know. *hands*
44. The Maytrees, byt Annie Dillard - ♥ Absolute love.
45. The Manhattan Project, by Cynthia Kelly - *sigh* As always, the implication the atomic race began and ended in the desert of Los Alamos makes my teeth itch. All we had was the money and space, people. However, Frisch and Peierls are included, so that's something, right?
46. Slam, by Nick Hornby - I about lost my head when I got an advance copy of this. And it did not disappoint. You know this kid; you were this kid. Every thought, every reaction is spot on. My favourite little gem, though? I couldn't bear to think about the proper future, so I just tried to make things better for the next twenty minutes or so, over and over again. I've said it before and I'll say it again - Nick Hornby is brilliant. Brilliant!
47. Dishwasher, by Pete Jordan - fun. Enjoyable. The bits about the history of dishwashing were awesome. I wanted to kick his head in. Whatever.
I'm in the middle of The Absolute Sandman, so I'm going to get back to that.
I'm also going to make myself some soup, from Hot Sour Salty Sweet. What can I say? I'm feeling ambitious.
First, teevee!
Chuck - cute. I don't LOVE it, but when I'm home I watch. Mindless, non-fandomy fun.
Pushing Daisies - fucking adorable and where has Lee Pace been all my life? And, of course, Anna fuckin' Friel. ♥ I just hope they can keep the whimsy up and it doesn't become annoying. *crosses fingers*
Gossip Girl - I had no feelings about the pilot or the second ep (beyond mmmm....pretty) but they got me with the third one. I really don't care about Nate (except that Chuck's in love with him, right?) and the whole Blair/Serena friendship makes me want to hurl something at the tv, but. I don't know. I like it, okay? STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.
Dirty Sexy Money - Seriously, dudes, this shit is AWESOME. Is anyone else watching it? If not, you should be. Awesomecakes with awesomesauce.
Supernatural - OH BOYS. HELLO. WELCOME BACK. 'The Magnificent Seven' was kind-of 'meh' but still made me over-the-moon pleased simply because my boys were back. But 'The Kids Are Alright' had me rolling around in glee and squealing into my fists. Oh, Dean! And Sammy with the yelling and using his body like he should! And can we talk about demon!girl? SO FUCKING HOT. And when Sam got all up in her grill after she'd told (shown?) him she was a demon and she was just 'get your panties out of a wad, you girl'? I LOVE HER. Like, A LOT. Mmmmmmm. In short - I love my show and my boys and wheeeeee!
So, that was the fun stuff.
I was already leery about this season anyway (how long can you spin this shit out?) but when the rumblings started about SWC, I started getting scared. I wibbled and freaked out and Ariana and I spent a great deal of time texting each other about it and I decided not to watch until we knew something for certain. I couldn't live with the uncertainty, you know?
But I heard what happened. And I must say it seems like a slap in the face. Her HEAD? Are you fucking kidding me?
And are they kidding themselves? About why people watch the show? It's certainly not for the finely-woven plot and subtle, crafted acting. It was for Micheal and Sara, whom Wentworth Miller and SWC somehow took and molded and made into this gorgeous, believable relationship that was based on the fleetingest of moments and touches and the things not said; this relationship that seemed so fragile, like the slightest pressure would crack it, but actually had a backbone and soul of steel, that the strongest of anvils and awful plot couldn't crack.
Honestly, I feel worse for them than I do for the rest of us.
RIP Prison Break. It was fun while it lasted.
Second, books!
Continuing with the year in books before I forget anymore of them.
39. Me and Mr. Darcy, by Alexandra Potter - unexpectedly adorable. Totally predictable, but her realizations re: brooding and how nice it is in fantasy while it's quite another in reality are right on the money. Cute summer fun.
40. Guyaholic, by Carolyn Mackler - I really, really liked this. Like, lots. You want to shake V, but at the same time, hug her and give her a glass of milk and some cookies. Watching her discovering things about herself is painful, but awesome. Now I have to read Vegan Virgin Valentine.
41. Evolution, Me and Other Freaks of Nature, by Robin Brande - SO AWESOME. Another 'teenage girl discovering herself' story but God. It's awesome. And Casey is, possibly, the most adorable creation in YA lit to date. Serious.
42. Twilight, by Stephanie Meyer - eh. This was like Valleys of the Dolls, in that I didn't like the characters or the plot or the writing really, but I COULDN'T STOP READING IT. It was like a compulsion. I particularly wanted to punch both Bella and Edward in the face. And the Mormon was killing me. I think my failure to read the other two speaks more than eloquently about my apathy for this one.
43. The Indian Clerk, by David Leavitt - um. I started this all gung-ho (turn-of-the-century mathematicians! The empire! Repressed homosexuality! Whee!) but, honestly, it wasn't very engrossing. And sometimes that's okay - not everything needs to suck you in and not let you go. But with the issues he was dealing with, I expected to be. What I finally figured out was that this read more like a textbook than a fiction novel. Perhaps understandable, as you could tell Leavitt did massive amounts of research, but he never really let them seem like characters. I don't know. *hands*
44. The Maytrees, byt Annie Dillard - ♥ Absolute love.
45. The Manhattan Project, by Cynthia Kelly - *sigh* As always, the implication the atomic race began and ended in the desert of Los Alamos makes my teeth itch. All we had was the money and space, people. However, Frisch and Peierls are included, so that's something, right?
46. Slam, by Nick Hornby - I about lost my head when I got an advance copy of this. And it did not disappoint. You know this kid; you were this kid. Every thought, every reaction is spot on. My favourite little gem, though? I couldn't bear to think about the proper future, so I just tried to make things better for the next twenty minutes or so, over and over again. I've said it before and I'll say it again - Nick Hornby is brilliant. Brilliant!
47. Dishwasher, by Pete Jordan - fun. Enjoyable. The bits about the history of dishwashing were awesome. I wanted to kick his head in. Whatever.
I'm in the middle of The Absolute Sandman, so I'm going to get back to that.
I'm also going to make myself some soup, from Hot Sour Salty Sweet. What can I say? I'm feeling ambitious.