so shed those dowdy feathers and fly! (a little bit)
I made me a braid, but I cutted it.
Yeah. It was...spur of the moment. It was also free, because I chopped off about ten inches and donated it to Locks of Love.
It's also fantastic, all layery and swingy and stuff. I'm so girly right now that I spent the rest of the day in a musical montage, skipping down the street and swinging on lamp-posts to the cheery whistling backdrop of the Seekers' "Georgy Girl."
Pictures will be forthcoming as soon as we find a single freaking camera that works. :D
I also mainlined TV this weekend!
I <3 Summer Glau. She's basically playing River again, but as XKCD says, I would be happy to watch a solid hour of her kicking the shit out of things. I was a little leery of Zach-from-Heroes in the first two episodes, but then tonight...shit. After Sarah had dinner with the ex-Cyberdine intern, he turned into John fucking Connor. It was a debriefing session, cool and professional, and at the end--reminding his mother of her promise--damn. Just manipulative enough to get what he needs. And then at the end, after the girl jumped, how angry he was that Cameron wouldn't let him save her...there's something behind the whiny unwashed teenage facade, and I think it's awesome.
Um. I'm also wondering if the show is actually going to address the weird Cameron/John dynamic. She's a robot (but a different model, who eats potato chips), he's a human. They're masquerading as brother and sister. And sometimes she walks around in her underwear and asks him if he likes her eye makeup. It's...weird. And vaguely parallel to the Simon/River dynamic.
I am so pissed that I did not finish the Saffron/Jack sexing that I was going to write for the Porn Battle. Because it involved paralyzing lipstick. She was trying to con him, and she used the lipstick, and now there's paralyzing lipgloss in Torchwood canon, and I'm psycho psychic.
But. OMG Torchwood SQUEEEEEE. Spike! In a redcoat-coat! And wtf is up with the initials J.H.? They both have J.H. names, and when Jack met real!Jack, the name he gave was still a J.H. name.
I honestly can't come up with a coherent review--my mind just keeps jumping from "blowfish driving a sportscar" to "inter-office romance" to "kissy barfight" and back. It's like mental pinball, only sexy.
In other words, I am really looking forward to watching this one with full resolution.
It goes without saying that this is inappropriate, but couldn't Sir Edmund Hillary have picked a less confusing time to die? I keep seeing headlines like New Zealand bids farewell to Hillary and I'm thinking, "What is she doing over there? Did they give all of Michigan's delegates to the sheep?"