Hurray! Now that they've finally shown Sean Maher's episode, I never have to watch this show again! I was, I think, exceptionally generous to it. I gave it four episodes to either get good or get bad enough to be fun. But alas, it was not to be. An actress couldn't save the terrible, ham-handed writing, let alone whatever Jennifer Love Hewitt is ( ( Read more... )

Okay, there are things afoot in the world of film scoring, and I had just finished typing up a big post on them when I innocently clicked a pdf that was not labeled and crashed and lost everything. Label those things, web designers, or I swear to God I will find you, and it will not be a pretty scene. Anyway, while I was swearing and restarting, ( Read more... )

I had to laugh when I saw MaryAnn Johanson's post on Lawn Darts and the amazing fact that any Gen Xers survived their childhoods. Elvira Kurt used to do a bit in her act along the same lines, about towering jungle gyms built on concrete and metal slides at violent angles and, yes, Lawn Darts. Or Jarts, as I always knew them. Little Sister and I had ( Read more... )

Heh, just kidding. But finally, finally, my Serenity score has arrived. All that time wandering the eastern seaboard and it didn't even bring me a souvenir. Hmph. I haven't listened to the CD yet, but I loved the score in the film. Much more than I was expecting to, actually, for several reasons that are in that gorram movie post that I'm never ( Read more... )

Possibly it's just me, but... about those shiny new pics of Sean Maher that have been causing so much spontaneous ovulation the past couple of days. Now, he looks tremendously pretty. It would take a lot to uglify that boy, and these pics are not it. But. He totally looks like he's wandered off the set of some gay porn flick. Especially in the oral ( Read more... )

Amazon is again having a big sale on various Warner Bros. TV boxed sets, after posting the sale for about four hours yesterday then changing their minds. There are some very good shows there for $20-30 a pop, including Gilmore Girls, West Wing and the first, not yet annoying, season of Without a Trace. There's no end date for the sale listed, ( Read more... )

One of these nights, I will finish typing my Serenity thoughts. A glance at the clock tells me it won't be tonight, though. Maybe I should start keeping one of those cute little word count graphics that folks use for their fic updates. Well, no, probably not; it would be far too depressing to see the actual breakdown between typing time and staring ( Read more... )

When you see this on your flist, quote Firefly. (not that I could choose just one ( Read more... )

Well. I think I finally have my Katrina-related grief, anger, and irrational survivor's guilt under control. Now I just need to shake the insomnia and catch up on my sleep. Quite a couple of weeks, there. A break for us all would not go amiss, okay, universe ( Read more... )

The thing about wandering far afield in my quest for icons is that I keep wandering into interesting conversations, both good and bad. One of these exchanges was the whine-fest between two soon-to-be high school juniors who were lamenting the fact that this year they'd have to read The Scarlet Letter. The jist was- it's boring, it's hard, it's not ( Read more... )