Enough already
Christmas has come and passed
The bows and paper never last
Wake me up when the old year ends
Ahem. *grins* Silliness to offset my grumbling that it has just begun to snow in earnest, AGAIN, and I have to leave the house in an hour or so. Well, re-leave the house, technically: returned the rental car first thing this morning. My tiny act of rebellion was to take it back without a full tank of gas. Typically it's supposed to be full or they charge, and more than just filling it yourself would cost, plus it's rude so normally I would have stopped at the gas station on the way, as when I've rented cars in the past. This time, however, they can pay the fee for the top-up as my thanks for dicking me around. :P
I had the TV on last night for a change and Much was playing School of Rock, which I've seen before and like okay. I came to the amusing conclusion that Jack Black looks like a pudgified, unprettified version of Gerard Way. Heh. And I'd forgotten that they're showing reruns of The O.C.; I watched a really early ep of that, the one where Kirsten decides to have Ryan stay. Much earlier than I'd seen before - I didn't start watching that until Colin Hanks made a guest appearance in S2 sometime. It was kind of fun to revisit, although Mischa Barton still annoys the bejaysus outta me. I really should dig up the last season ep where Marissa dies sometime, just for the pure shadenfreude.
I was watching TV on Thursday too, though not on the TV. Finally got Voyage of the Damned all together and saw that, w00t. I liked it. Didn't love it. David was as brilliant as ever but the plethora of clichés got old very quickly, and I felt like it was aiming for this grand pinnacle that it never quite reached. The ideas were good, the plot developed decently; I honestly just thought that Russell's writing wasn't up to his usual level. It gave me the same sort of feeling as when I'm working on something and it's adequate - good, even - but I'm simply not getting that spark in it. I, of course, have the option of junking it and starting over, or even abandoning it altogether to have its component bits reused in other projects later. You don't get that luxury in paid/TV work. Though, I would also like to know if Russell had some kind of childhood trauma involving angels, because the man has issues. LOL.
Also watched some Top Gear! After much poking and prodding and crack!dealing on looking_spiffy's part. :D Have to say, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Funny, funny stuff and there's a lovely sense of reverence about the hosts' attitudes towards cars in general even when they're taking the piss out of something. And I feel better about not being able to drive standard when Christopher Eccleston can't, either. ;-D They may also have endeared themselves to me for life by the mass dismissal of the rear end of the Porsche 911 as being butt-ugly. :D I have hated that car my entire life. I think it's the most heinous thing on wheels and I used to argue with my cousin about it on family vacation roadtrips as a kid/teen because he liked them. *shudder* My best friend in high school's father had a red Jaguar and *that* was a thing of beauty, provided you didn't plan to spend much time in the back seat. I'm short, and I was a lot smaller then, and I had zero leg room. But Mr. D would pick us up somewhere in it and crank the tunes and we felt pretty damn cool at fifteen!
Ahahaha and speaking of cars, my new monthly payment for being a secondary driver on the mother's policy is $14. Sweet. :D
The bows and paper never last
Wake me up when the old year ends
Ahem. *grins* Silliness to offset my grumbling that it has just begun to snow in earnest, AGAIN, and I have to leave the house in an hour or so. Well, re-leave the house, technically: returned the rental car first thing this morning. My tiny act of rebellion was to take it back without a full tank of gas. Typically it's supposed to be full or they charge, and more than just filling it yourself would cost, plus it's rude so normally I would have stopped at the gas station on the way, as when I've rented cars in the past. This time, however, they can pay the fee for the top-up as my thanks for dicking me around. :P
I had the TV on last night for a change and Much was playing School of Rock, which I've seen before and like okay. I came to the amusing conclusion that Jack Black looks like a pudgified, unprettified version of Gerard Way. Heh. And I'd forgotten that they're showing reruns of The O.C.; I watched a really early ep of that, the one where Kirsten decides to have Ryan stay. Much earlier than I'd seen before - I didn't start watching that until Colin Hanks made a guest appearance in S2 sometime. It was kind of fun to revisit, although Mischa Barton still annoys the bejaysus outta me. I really should dig up the last season ep where Marissa dies sometime, just for the pure shadenfreude.
I was watching TV on Thursday too, though not on the TV. Finally got Voyage of the Damned all together and saw that, w00t. I liked it. Didn't love it. David was as brilliant as ever but the plethora of clichés got old very quickly, and I felt like it was aiming for this grand pinnacle that it never quite reached. The ideas were good, the plot developed decently; I honestly just thought that Russell's writing wasn't up to his usual level. It gave me the same sort of feeling as when I'm working on something and it's adequate - good, even - but I'm simply not getting that spark in it. I, of course, have the option of junking it and starting over, or even abandoning it altogether to have its component bits reused in other projects later. You don't get that luxury in paid/TV work. Though, I would also like to know if Russell had some kind of childhood trauma involving angels, because the man has issues. LOL.
Also watched some Top Gear! After much poking and prodding and crack!dealing on looking_spiffy's part. :D Have to say, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Funny, funny stuff and there's a lovely sense of reverence about the hosts' attitudes towards cars in general even when they're taking the piss out of something. And I feel better about not being able to drive standard when Christopher Eccleston can't, either. ;-D They may also have endeared themselves to me for life by the mass dismissal of the rear end of the Porsche 911 as being butt-ugly. :D I have hated that car my entire life. I think it's the most heinous thing on wheels and I used to argue with my cousin about it on family vacation roadtrips as a kid/teen because he liked them. *shudder* My best friend in high school's father had a red Jaguar and *that* was a thing of beauty, provided you didn't plan to spend much time in the back seat. I'm short, and I was a lot smaller then, and I had zero leg room. But Mr. D would pick us up somewhere in it and crank the tunes and we felt pretty damn cool at fifteen!
Ahahaha and speaking of cars, my new monthly payment for being a secondary driver on the mother's policy is $14. Sweet. :D