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Ramblings
Sunday, October 23, 2005. 10:30 p.m.Wolverine My dog is dead. And though my experience is limited, I'm pretty sure that right now, my heart is broken. And this is why, in general, it's an unbelievably shitty idea to allow oneself to fall in love. Geeking Out Christopher Moeller, the cover artist for Lucifer (and, incidentally, the guy whose art I used in the layout), actually joined my Lucifer fanlisting. And me? I've been squealing like a little fangirl for the past ten minutes. How sad am I? Supernatural (and Other Miscellaneous Fandom Talk) I have a new supernatural TV show to be a fan of. It's called, er, Supernatural. It's nowhere near the same level of TV greatness as Buffy and Angel, and it'll never supplant those shows in my affections, but it's fun, moderately creepy, moderately snarky and features two very, very pretty boys as the leads. That's enough to keep my attention. *g* I now have an itching impulse to write Dean / Sam slash, since it's a young fandom and there are only a handful of fan fics online. Except that would be incest, and that would make it so very wrong. On the other hand, given the brothers' screwed-up upbringing, I could actually see it working. It would be dark and sick and twisted, but it could still work. And really, since they're on the road all the time, who else am I going to 'ship them with? Damsels in distress that invariably turn into Mary Sues? No, thank you. And on the subject of new fandoms (and because I haven't said it enough), I love Rome. Love it. Unlike Deadwood, where the Yankton politics go right over my head, I'm more or less informed on the origins of the Roman empire, so the material feels comfortable and familiar to me. Even so, the show manages to keep me on the edge of my seat every time I watch it --- especially where the largely fictionalized Lucius Vorenus and Titus Pullo are concerned. Like Deadwood, there's no shortage of characters to love on this show. I love Vorenus: old-fashioned, honorable, courageous, intelligent and ultimately clueless when it comes to his personal relationships. I love the impulsive, lusty, high-larious Pullo. I love sexy, sexy Mark Antony. I adore Atia of the Julii --- oh, how I adore that vicious bitch --- and the brilliant Octavian. Max Pirkis is an incredible young actor. The way he portrays Octavian leaves no question as to how the guy became the first emperor of Rome. I also love Servilia and sneaky Caesar. It's almost absurd how much I like all the characters --- even the ones you wouldn't think would come off as sympathetic or endearing. I like Brutus a lot, for example, and I always feel so bad for Pompey because I know he's doomed. I like the slaves Posca and Castor, as well as Servilia's woman. Heck, I even like cranky old Cato, though his sagging man-boob seriously freaks me out. Cover up, dude! Now here's the downside: my interest in Supernatural, Rome and House has caused my interest in Lost to decline. I watched the season two premiere only once and don't feel compelled to rewatch it, as I used to with all of the first season episodes. I guess something's got to give, and right now that something seems to be Lost and its unbelievably long story arcs and gazillion unanswered mysteries. Oh, not to mention its constant overhanging threat of at least one main character getting knocked off per season. Kind of makes it hard to get emotionally invested in the characters when you're constantly worried that your favorite one might get killed off. Oh, why, why, why can't they kill Kate instead? I'll still be watching it, of course, though I won't be as pumped about it as I was last season. I figure I'll probably keep watching until they kill off Claire (if they kill off Claire). She's the only character I still care about. There's Nothing Like a Cough for Making You Miserable There is no worse ordinary sickness than a cough and cold. At least with fever or food poisoning, the pain is bad enough that you can't think of anything else. There's also the added bonus of feeling too rotten to get out of bed or, you know, move. With an ordinary cough and cold, however, it's pretty much business as usual --- except for the perpetually runny nose, the sometimes painful coughing, the stubborn phlegm that refuses to dislodge itself, the stuffy head and the dry, scratchy throat that won't moisten up no matter how many fluids you drink. Doctors are all ruddy liars, I think. Anywhere, where was I? Oh, yeah. At least fevers and such have the decency to be debilitating enough to put a halt to your everyday activities. Gives you a chance to recover and get on your feet. Colds and coughs, however, are dirty, rotten cheaters. They make you feel like shit, but not enough to put you on your back. Oh, no! With coughs and colds, you still have the semblance of a normal life so you get to remember everyday what it was like when you weren't sick and in continual discomfort. It's not fair, I tell you. *stamps foot indignantly* I hate being sick. *curls up in a miserable, pathetic ball* Hate it. Beating the House Some quick updates on the life of one Erika Santiago. Casino Night two Saturdays ago was more or less a success. My friends and I had more fun playing cards in our motel room than we did in the actual casino, but Martin and I did win at the blackjack table. A paltry six hundred bucks split between the two of us, but hey --- that's six hundred bucks more we had than when we came in. The road trip was also fun, though I had to ride in the back of the SUV with all the luggage because there wasn't enough room up front. I think I was actually more comfortable than the ones in the back seat, though, since there were four of them jammed in there for about an hour and a half. Oh, yeah, and we passed a bunch of creepy-looking motels in our search for a place to sleep. One looked just like the Bates Motel from Psycho. It's too bad we weren't able to capture it on film. I've also built a new site: Noble, a fanlisting for Joshua A. Norton, the eccentric San Franciscan who proclaimed himself Norton I, Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico. I've always had a special fondness for loveable weirdoes. I also have a handful of shiny new fandoms: House (Hugh Laurie is so, so brilliant), Rome (a new HBO series chronicling the rise of the Roman Empire) and Firefly, Joss Whedon's space western. Okay, so that last one isn't new. But I've just now gotten the DVDs and it's everything I've come to expect from a Whedon show: smart writing, hilarious dialogue, lots of ass-kicking and endearing characters. Three cheers for Mal and the crew of Serenity! It's too bad there's only one season of it, though. *belatedly shakes fist at Fox for canceling the show* I wonder if they'll show the Serenity movie here. Somehow I doubt it, since the show never aired here, but I can probably get it on DVD. "We're not gonna die. We can't die, Bendis. You know why? Because we are so very pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die." ~ Captain Mal Reynolds, Firefly |
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