shit kenzi says

So, back in the day when Lost was the show of choice at FGC, we voted Boone off the Island and then felt really bad when they actually killed him off. So I'm happy to hear that Ian Somerhalder is apparently getting work, though the fact that he's going to portray a vampire in the CW-ordered pilot The Vampire Diaries kind of makes me giggle. Especially because I'm sure that Certain People of my acquaintance will be interested to hear that the L.J. Smith books are being made into a television show, especially since she made me read them back when we were freshmen in college.

But good for you, Boone. I'm glad to hear that our completely logical choice of you as the most expendable of the Castaways has not ruined your career forever. Because we at FGC obviously have any say at all in who lives or dies on our televisions. Man, if we had that power what a world it would be. *dreamy sigh*

And do you all remember back, I don't know, two days ago when I said that I wasn't able to talk about Sam&Dean this season? Yeah, I think I was kind of exagerrating my emotional reaction because talking about Sam&Dean is what I'm going to do ( starting now )

In other news, I have to admit to being slightly boggled by Twitter. It seems kind of like the result of instant messenger and blog getting drunk and having a one-night stand that resulted in some kind of strange hybrid monster/entity/thing. I just don't know. o_0

And, ugh, I'm finally going to have to break down and get a Facebook accout. I've been avoiding that for ages but I guess I'll go with the flow in the hopes of making myself more job marketable. Since it can look as bad to not have an interent presence under one's own name as it can to have the wrong kind of presence. *sighs* It's just another way for me to succumb to the mandroid. I already admitted to liking golf, what more do they want from me?! *snorts* < /melodramatic overreaction>

This week has been tiring, yo. I'll be real happy to go on vacation. We just need to find a campground that isn't completely booked up for the next month worth of weekends. It's been a while since I've gone camping, I'd forgotten how popular state campgrounds were. It's mostly annoying.

Almost went out and spent money I didn't have, last night. Happily I was able to head the impulse off at the pass and ended up just browsing. I like things, I like to buy things. I'm a good little consumer.

The New Chick isn't so bad. I've become accustomed to her ways. Plus she burned me a copy of Kelly Clarkson's latest album. Anyone who gives me music is in my good graces, no matter what. We'll never be going out for metaphorical drinks after work but I don't think I'll be as nervous and stressed. This is a good thing.

Watched some more West Wing season 3 last night. The more I watch early seasons the more baffled I am by what I hear is happening in later seasons. This is another case of TV screwing up a great show and it's such a shame. There's just so much to love. Not solely with the politics but primarily with the characters. Oh those great, wonderful, and interesting characters. They're all 3-dimensional with their strengths and weaknesses, flaws and perfections. I could watch them all day and not get tired or bored. I love them all.

It's interesting how many of the shows that I love involve family in one way or another. Usually in the context of families that people create for themselves, the bonds of friendship and loyalty and love. The oldest, most fundamental factors that make us human never really change and every new generation finds ways in which the oldest stories resonate in their same but different lives.

ETA: Have found a campsite. Have made reservations. This is it. It's up on Lake Superior by Sault St. Marie. Eeeeexcellent.

Ahem

Had the extremem pleasure of using the Big Lug's laptop Christmas present before he did. I was so frustrated on Monday night as I tried to burn cds on the parents' old dinosaur of a computer that the Da let me take the pristine laptop home with me. I am furtively pleased.

Discovered a new tv show last night. I caught an episode of Carnivale on HBO and am in so much love. It was dark and creepy and mysterious and mystical and so.freaking.cool. I forsee a pathological lack of sleep in the upcoming days as I try to stay up and watch all of season one as it's being rerun.

And did you all hear about the Rome series that HBO is putting on next year? I can't express the depth of my excitement. And I used to think that I could live without HBO.

( And, On a Similar Theme )

And, next time I sit down to rant I promise to go on about women and religion and the perceived neccesity of Christian conservatism. And people say that a history degree isn't worth the paper it's printed on. I'll show them;-).

I'm trying to write up a very belated review of Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow for entertain_crack but I can't seem to focus. I blame it all on the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack that I have blasting at me from my computer's little baby speakers. I haven't listened to this album in years and it's no wonder I loved it so much in high school, it's so freaking melodramatic that it's practically like an opera itself. I could do without the love story but the parts with the opera stars and managers sniping at each other are just priceless. I would never want to play Christine, but I would love to play Carlotta or Andre or Fermin (the opera company's managers). Those parts are just divine, I would just love to flounce around the stage diva-ing it up as Carlotta or provide the much needed snarky commentary that the managers have. I'm a character actor at heart.

And poor Christine, she has to pick between the 'psycho stalker freak who psychologically manipulates her' Phantom and 'wastrel pretty boy who didn't even believe her at first' Raoul. Right then is when I would have given up on the opera and gotten a job as a florist, or something.

Excuse me, I think I'll go work on some crack!fic now. work, what work?