drama
So it's official internets: I broke up with House. The epic bromance was epic, and after coming on way too strong and then flailing around for the rest of this season, the Cuddy dynamic was just starting to feel right, and both of these things made it a really hard decision. Greg and I are still on good terms, in fact.
But I'm better off without the toxic elements - increasingly one-dimensional supporting cast members, an empty hole where Cameron once was (I could go on for DAYS about how her exit was [man]handled), and Thirteen. Just. No. I refuse. I need to get away. Wouldn't be averse to meeting for lunch every now and again, when I'm not busy, but my following days are over.
Caprica starts tomorrow and I'm at once impatient and apprehensive. The recentness of colonial unification bothers me, but depending on how it's set up and played out it might start to look plausible. Pretty excited for more Adama family times. And I was caught totally off-guard when I learned that apparently BSG did not capture as big a wimminz audience as the SciFi Channel would have liked, so Caprica is supposed to be more ladies-oriented? Question mark?
I'm confused here, because I'm not sure what exactly it was about butt-nekkid Jamie Bamber & James Callis, hot orgytastic action involving Lucy Lawless, intrigue spilling out everywhere, Kara Thrace, awesome space battles, the diverse & multi-faceted explorations of human (and Cylon) relations, the sheer kickassery that is Laura Roslin - what was it I was NOT supposed to like? The explosions, maybe? Whatever the case, the production team is going for a different dynamic, so that'll be interesting to suss out in and of itself.
On this week's episode of Barack Obama In Da House: will the President be able to maintain his tumultuous love-triangle with the American Middle Class and the Big Businesses despite the latter's sordid history of secrets, lies, and emotional abuse? Is the GOP pregnant with Scott Brown's lovechild? Wouldn't the salaries of all those network news pundits be better spent on relief efforts in Haiti?
And today in Real Life: . . . the real world is stupid, I'm gonna throw myself into RP kthx 8|
What would be the straight-woman equivalent of a womanizer? Like, phonologically speaking? A manninizer? That's not exactly what my character is turning into, because she's too sweet and it's not been calculated at all, not even on my part! Things just keep coming up. Potentially hilarious&awful things. It's like some switch just flipped on this month and suddenly I am a part of stuff, and it's pretty fantastic.
And my dishes never seem to get done anymore. And I've been having these stretches of time where my head is really muzzed up, and none of my physical perceptions seem to get through to my conscious mind. I see and hear things around me, but they don't elicit any reaction at all. It can last for minutes or hours. I can't tell if I need to sleep more / less, if I'm having mini-strokes somewhere in my emotional centers, if I've reached the Buddhist ideal of detachment and am close to nirvana, or what. Guess more sitting under trees, less slumping over a desk couldn't hurt.
But I'm better off without the toxic elements - increasingly one-dimensional supporting cast members, an empty hole where Cameron once was (I could go on for DAYS about how her exit was [man]handled), and Thirteen. Just. No. I refuse. I need to get away. Wouldn't be averse to meeting for lunch every now and again, when I'm not busy, but my following days are over.
Caprica starts tomorrow and I'm at once impatient and apprehensive. The recentness of colonial unification bothers me, but depending on how it's set up and played out it might start to look plausible. Pretty excited for more Adama family times. And I was caught totally off-guard when I learned that apparently BSG did not capture as big a wimminz audience as the SciFi Channel would have liked, so Caprica is supposed to be more ladies-oriented? Question mark?
I'm confused here, because I'm not sure what exactly it was about butt-nekkid Jamie Bamber & James Callis, hot orgytastic action involving Lucy Lawless, intrigue spilling out everywhere, Kara Thrace, awesome space battles, the diverse & multi-faceted explorations of human (and Cylon) relations, the sheer kickassery that is Laura Roslin - what was it I was NOT supposed to like? The explosions, maybe? Whatever the case, the production team is going for a different dynamic, so that'll be interesting to suss out in and of itself.
On this week's episode of Barack Obama In Da House: will the President be able to maintain his tumultuous love-triangle with the American Middle Class and the Big Businesses despite the latter's sordid history of secrets, lies, and emotional abuse? Is the GOP pregnant with Scott Brown's lovechild? Wouldn't the salaries of all those network news pundits be better spent on relief efforts in Haiti?
And today in Real Life: . . . the real world is stupid, I'm gonna throw myself into RP kthx 8|
What would be the straight-woman equivalent of a womanizer? Like, phonologically speaking? A manninizer? That's not exactly what my character is turning into, because she's too sweet and it's not been calculated at all, not even on my part! Things just keep coming up. Potentially hilarious&awful things. It's like some switch just flipped on this month and suddenly I am a part of stuff, and it's pretty fantastic.
And my dishes never seem to get done anymore. And I've been having these stretches of time where my head is really muzzed up, and none of my physical perceptions seem to get through to my conscious mind. I see and hear things around me, but they don't elicit any reaction at all. It can last for minutes or hours. I can't tell if I need to sleep more / less, if I'm having mini-strokes somewhere in my emotional centers, if I've reached the Buddhist ideal of detachment and am close to nirvana, or what. Guess more sitting under trees, less slumping over a desk couldn't hurt.