I'm going to rant about a few fandom things to get them off my chest. I'm aware that there are those on my f'list that may disagree - I love them for it, I just don't agree. I'm happy to debate, though.

( Spoilers for Supernatural, Sanctuary and a Hunger Games rant. )

Zack Snyder and how he's become the example of everything I'm hating about Hollywood. You voted, here's the rant. It's a little scattered because I'm feverish and have been for the better part of the week, but... it wasn't going to be that cohesive to begin with.

Kinda like Zack's movies, now that I think of it.

( ...and while that scene was dulled for being a bit too much like porn for the fanboys there was still a certain... hope I had for his career. )

If you're interested in more of the follow-up, commentary and mudslinging going on about the YA list I pointed you to yesterday, here's some more posts you may like.

School Library Journal's comparison to library challenges
Chasing Ray's blow-by-blow chronology of events
Smart Bitches, Trashy Book's response to the mess, complete with advisory ( Read more... )

( Sorry, Mr. President. It was a great idea, but I think we screwed it up somewhere. )

Welcome, new f'listies ( Read more... )

Life is busy. And I might be unplugging for awhile. I'm not really thrilled about that, but we'll see how things go ( Read more... )

One thing that's simultaneously ANNOYING and highly useful? ABC's incessant Lost recap episodes. Useful because I think I missed all of last season, annoying because, well, they exist. If people can keep up with shows like 24 and the Wire, I'm pretty sure they can keep up with Lost ( Read more... )

Turkey and stuffing - I have these puppies damn near perfected by now.
Cranberries - These were iffy. They turned out good, but I think I left something out from last year. I think it was the vanilla. *ponders*
Gravy - FAIL. With the new way I do the turkey, it doesn't leave much behind for making gravy. The wine doesn't cook down enough and the ( Read more... )

Harrison Ford was my first flat-out celebrity crush. Before High School at West Beverly, before there were any New Kids on my block, before Leo, Christian, Johnny, and any of the other numerous teen icons that decorated, nay, wallpapered my pre-teen walls, there was Harrison Ford.

Han Solo. Indiana Jones.

There was no one cooler, no one tougher, ( Read more... )