Back in five days!
Back in five days!
Also, so this is what it feels like to have nice hair!
I'm going to try this again. It's been a while since I wrote anything, so let's see how this goes. Just like riding a bike, right?
Today I watched the pilot for NBC's new show Smash. Am now massively resisting the urge to compose this entire post in screaming bold caps because I once jumped the gun with the inexplicably popular narrative clusterfuck that is Glee. I don't want to do that again. The disappointment backlash hurts only slightly less actually than watching an episode itself.
So I may be overly optimistic, but I feel that Smash is going to be something better. Yes, I can see the web of relationships potentially expanding into an endless skein of clusterfucks and horribly planned out relationships, but this show won't have the "they're just high school kids, they don't know what they want" excuse to hide behind. Since both shows both have something to do with musicals, comparison is inevitable, but I feel that while Glee is always going to drum up a larger audience, story-wise Smash will come out on top.
It's got so much potential, and I'm not just talking about the things we see on the screen but the themes and ideas that round this show out. It already discusses the industry's standards of beauty, the very idea of Marilyn herself and what she stands for. I want more.
And I'm not just endorsing this show because Jack Davenport is in it and I basically love him. To me, he'll always be the hapless Steve Taylor cast adrift in the whirwind of mysteries that is woman, but watching him rock the role of the jaded asshole director is like suddenly discovering an entirely new level of sexy. (And here I thought I was gonna be mature about this review, but oh well. He really is. I'm going to watch that scene again and swoon around)
I'm not gonna lie -- even though Dev seems to be the perfect guy (that scene with her parents is so sweet) for Karen I am kind of rooting for Derek to be endgame. Their chemistry is pretty insane already. I suspect that she is going to throw him off balance every single chance she gets, and he needs that.
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Man, I am hoping for great things with this show. I watched the preview thing at the end of the episode with breathless excitement that I reserve for Homestuck or comic books. Despite everything, I really want to love this show. Don't let me down, NBC!
It is inexplicable, but it is satisfied.
Especially for a long trip to a cold place. How do you fit everything in without running out of space for stuff to bring home? /first world problems, stop bitching Mikki no one gives a lump.
So I've been the tooliest of lazy tools for not saying anything before we leave today, and I'm sorry about that. Stressing over the job situation and such (which I'm obviously putting aside for now like a truly responsible adult. Kidding, I've sent out my applications, but this is not the time to air out the lack of occupational direction in my life).
I mean, I haven't even picked up Batwoman #01, which I've been waiting for all year. Shit son. What is wrong with you.
Though I did finally catch up on Doctor Who. OMG GIRL WHO WAITED. MAJOR CRYING JAG. PONDS, WHY ARE YOU SUCH BEAUTIFUL, AMAZING CREATURES.
Back to the point of this entire post: heading off to France later! And eventually the UK!
DOCTOR WHO EXPERIENCE, YOU WILL BE MINE.
Anyway, back to wishing my suitcase was bigger on the inside. Bye!
i really don't know
/all the creys
Except it's actually morning and I want to sleep at some point. So Kanaya shall have to remain a sassy, slightly evil-looking disembodied head for just a little while longer.
Man, I love Kan. I'm kind of glad she's Hussie's patron troll, because that means he isn't going to go slaughtering her willy nilly
I feel a little bit like crying sometimes over how incredible Homestuck is. Webcomics are a dime a dozen but none are quite as intelligent, developed, hilarious, and (dare I say it) revolutionary as Hussie's baby. I don't think I'll ever stop trying to sell this to everyone I know.
And I don't just direct my awe and lovestruck expressions of joy in the general direction of the canon story itself (though Hussie has just gone and broke my heart. I want to give Karkat all the hugs. All of them) -- the fanmade AUs are amazing. I check Unistuck and Potterstuck (would you believe, this is what actually pushed me to read that final book) almost as religiously as I do the actual story proper, and they are all sorts of fantastimazing.
I also may or may not have started a Regencystuck. TBC.
But for now, ditching my Kanaya drawing and going to Georgia's to play that
embarrassing ridiculously fun dancing Michael Jackson game and to develop explosive cavities from her hoard of neverending supply of chocolates.
hi this is my life right now
Well okay, no, I stopped at the epilogue because it is a truth generally acknowledged that the Epilogue Is An Utter Maggot-Infested Shit Smear on the Patio of English Literature. I may give it a go some time in the future when I want a good, mocking laugh, but for now I think that the plot thus far deserves to be free from such mean-spirited levity. Frankly, I don't even really like epilogues in books, so maybe this is coloring my view a little (I'm sure it's not that bad. Maybe). I don't like when the authors try to button up their characters' lives in a single nauseating oh-would-you-look-at-our-lovely-lives-an
Get real. Come on.
At any rate, prepare for a tl;dr of not-so-epic proportions but it may be enough to sort of cause you to grasp around for smelling salts and a chaise lounge or something. Or not. Basically I am full of thinky thoughts, and will exercise little to no thinky thought filtration whatsoever.
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This is kind of why I'm interested in seeing the final movie this month. Now that the dark, emotional, Oh I Am So Alone In The World turmoil has been taken care of with the first part, I'm sure the producers will go for Spectacle and give us a Siege of Hogwarts Badass Rumpus Party Town to cause all of us to flip our respective shits in the theater. Fingers crossed they don't waste screentime on the epilogue, but ugh, I have little hope on that score.