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I Wanna Do Bad Things With You

I was thinking of all the boring-ass chores I have to do today in this 90+ weather and feeling kinda blah. Then I remembered-- True Blood's on tonight! Eeeek! the day is saved. I love me some vampires.
I wondered why I'm so attracted to vampire mythology. Maybe I should write about that for my psych class next week but then I'd have to say True Blood was the most important thing that happened to me this week and, although perhaps true, that's more about being a boring bastard than about my unconscious mind.    I hope.
Ehhh
Hmmm.
Anyhoo, back to why I love vampires. Could it be because my unconscious mind loves Bad Boys? No, not in Real Life™ ..well, I used to love them with more than my unconscious mind (if you know what I mean and I think you do) but not any more.
And, yes, it's true I'm not loving anybody in that, ah, special way, but I could've had a Bad Boy and I did not. So there.
And he was hotter than a microwave. Bonus points for me.
I think it may be just because I like mythology in general, and the fact that TV vampires tend to look like this guy doesn't hurt, of course.

[gasp]

Good gods! I almost forgot that Battlestar is back tonight!
Now that I've remembered I'm so excited I can hardly bear it. But I only have to bear it for another 36 minutes so maybe I won't have an aneurysm .
Oh, 34, I had to look up how to spell aneurysm.
Tick frakin' tock.

Oh My Gods!

The season finale of Battlestar Galactica was so good I almost peed my frakkin' pants. I won't say much since some of my friends probably haven't seen it yet (Annika).
I'll say this, even the things I guessed right about didn't play out exactly the way I anticipated--very cool twists of the twists ..and then there was the other stuff.

Yowza!²

Captain Tightpants to the Rescue

I have my infusion today and I dread it more than usual. I'm bringing my Firefly DVDs with me for taking my mind off it ..well, kinda.
And anyways, I could use some Big Damn Heroes right about now. 
And Captain Mal is just so darn purdy.

 

Mal: "Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. Whaddya suppose that makes us?"

Zoe: "Big damn heroes, sir."

Mal: "Ain't we just!"

 

A Non-Heartbreaking Post Of Staggering Insignificance

I feel like I owe you one up after that last party-pooper post so here’s one about a geek-off that happened a while ago. I never got around to writing about it then and now I’m desperate for blog-fodder so there you have it.
I’m always trying (and failing) to win a game of who’s the biggest geek with my friend Meerkat. Every time I think she can’t top me she does. I have a Hubble Space Telescope screensaver on my compurter; she has the most gobsmackingly geeky, gloriously detailed engineering schematic of the Starship Entersprise screensaver on hers. Dang! I lose.
I tell her I own some convertible zip-off-leg pants and she says she has two pairs. Fuck! Foiled again!
She just bought a hybrid car. Game over. I’ll never top that one … unless I get those solar panels for my roof. Ha! That’ll teach her.
Bucky wandered in one day just to say Godfuckingdammit which is shorthand for this has been the worst day ever. Meerkat and I were in the middle of a geek-off. Bucky earned entry to the game when she said she’d just attended a seminar in the city where everyone else was dressed in fashionably chic San Francisco style which made her feel like she was dressed like a total Soccer Mom. She said “I felt like a Land’s End catalogue”.  Pithy!
So, when I said I was watching two episodes of Brisco County Jr every night as soon as I got home from work Meerkat countered with every night after work she watches an episode of Buffy and she’s just watched all the way through the series …twice. Grrrrr arrrggghh.
Then Bucky jumped in with unabashed adoration for Battlestar Galatica, which I think is her favorite TV show ever.  She told me I must see the mini-series and then I’d know how great-like it is. And then I seemed to recall that Dodger loved the hell out of Galatica, too, so I really had to check it out.
Good story, good acting, nifty space stuff--all what I expected. But what no one told me is how utterly gorgeous the show looks.  Very fancy.
I’m almost done with Season One from netflix and just bought Season Two. I decided to buy Season Two because the DVDs of Season One from netflix were so ridiculously  scratched up—all that sticking and skipping was doing my head in. I’m trying to relax for fuck’s sake.
OK, I’m off to watch some motherfraking cylons on a motherfraking battlestar.

Smile. You're about to meet your new hero.

This weekend I was swamped with household chores that had gone undone while I was feeling so rotten. My poor wee cottage was a disaster and I felt totally overwhelmed trying to tackle it all so I decided I’d do a work/reward cycle for every thing I accomplished ..and I knew exactly what I wanted my reward to be—Brisco County, Jr.!
I looked all over the whole DVD section at Best Buy—twice-- and couldn’t find it anywhere. I was really jonesing for some Brisco. Finally, I asked a (highly disinterested) employee who checked their inventory and said they were sold out.  Motherfucker!
I was bereft with a smidge of downtrodden. But before I left the store I decided I’d see if they had a CD I wanted so the trip wouldn’t be entirely wasted. And, lo and behold, there was a lone box o’ Brisco gazing right up at me from amongst the CDs! I just about peed my pants—it was like The Universe pulled a funny on me.
The Universe--what a prankster!
So, enough about that, on to The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr., staring the monumentally fabulous Bruce Campbell and Comet, the Wonder Horse. (He really is a wonder!)
This was a great Fox TV show that kinda defies description or genre. I guess you could call it a western/comedy/action/sci-fi kinda show. Yeah, really. And it’s divine—trust me on this. 
It only lasted one season (like the great ones often do) which aired in 1993. It’s set in the 1890s and it’s about Brisco County Jr.(Bruce), a bounty hunter and son of a legendary U.S. marshal who was gunned down by the John Bly gang.
Brisco is hired by a consortium of businessmen to protect their interests from all kinds of hilarious and diabolical criminals, including a bunch of inbred goobers, the Swill brothers:

Gil Swill: We're moving to the big time. You remember our cousin Ed?
Bill Swill: The one that married Aunt Merriam?
Phil Swill: I thought he married his mother.
Bill Swill: That's what I said.
Gil Swill: Until recently, Ed was one of the Army's top test drivers. The man is fearless.
Phil Swill: You have to be fearless to marry your mother.

Heh, the fucking Swill brothers. And there’s Pete who is kinda neurotic about his “piece” but he has some good lines:

Pete:  You ready?
Brisco: Pride comes before a fall, Pete.
Pete: So does an ounce of lead in a brainpan.

And, since Brisco wants to avenge his father’s death he’d be chasing these bad guys anyway so by working for the bidnessmen he gets paid for it and gets to charge his expenses (but only if he has a receipt). Did I mention that Brisco is also a real brainiac who has a law degree from Harvard? Very fancy.
Brisco has a couple of Fun Sidekicks and a Bad Girl love interest, and he gets plenty of other girls, too.  Bruce is downright dreamy as the smarty-pants cowboy hero so it’s easy to see why he gets all the girls. He’s got me, too--got me feeling all girly and goosebumpy ..and guilty because I feel like I’m cheating on Sherriff Bullock.
Brisco is also a futurist who’s on the lookout for the “coming thing” and he’s always playing around with some new-fangled invention, which adds the scent of sci-fi.  Oh, and there's a supernatural element, too, like a mysterious  powerful orb that all the Bad Guys want to get their evil mitts on.  Stuff like that.
Anyways,  why the fuck am I still writing when I could be watching.
Just check it out at the ir cool website.

Hot Stuff, Baby, Tonight

Spring Cleaning

The Boys Are Back In Town

Tonight’s the season premier of nip/tuck and am I ever glad I gave it a second third chance.  I didn’t expect to like this show.  When the first episode aired I watched it and went *meh*.  Then I watched part of another episode just by random chance and still didn’t feel the love.  I didn’t even feel the like.
I decided it was going to be T&A-fest and that doesn’t do it for me.  I’m all about the johnson (but I’m sure you don’t need to be reminded of that.)
So, now that I’ve devoured the deliciousness of two seasons on DVD I can say that I’m so glad I didn’t write it off.   When I watched it on DVD, I watched it from the perspective of understanding what it was striving to be and trying to appreciate it for that.   And when I looked at it with a new perspective I fell hard. 
I also fell hard for Dr. Troy but that’s hardly a news flash.  Oh dear!  He’s so very smexy.   And now he’s near death. [meeps] Fuckin’ cliffhanger and half that last episode—an astoundingly good season finale.  I alternately cried buckets and gasped in horror.  It was quite the emotional rollercoaster ..and ended with an incredible montage set to Art Garfunkel's All I Know. I challenge you to watch without weeping.  It is, perhaps, impossible. 
Dang! I can’t wait for tonight.
For those of you who haven’t seen it and want to check out the DVDs  here's my nip/tuck advice. Give it more than the first two episodes--it seems like it's going to be Boobs of the Week at first but then it takes off in a much better direction.  And the second season really tops the first IMHO--new story arcs and finishes some arcs from season one.  This show is great with the continuity, no storyline gets left dangling and guest stars from prevous episodes pop back in all the time.
And the acting is superb.  The cast is perfect and the guest stars are fabulous, some are well-known like Jill Clayburgh and Vanessa Redgrave but even the one’s you’ve probably never heard of are great.  And oh!  Our very own Sarah Paulson does a great turn as a homeless woman with a mysterious stigmata. 
And Aisha Tyler hits the ball right out of the park in an episode about a woman from Africa trying to repair the mutilation of her genitalia done to her as a tribal coming of age ritual.  She will break your heart right in two.   
And Famke Jansen can actually act!  Who knew?  She plays a psycho-with-a-secret to chilling perfection. 
Also, I'm really into "the look" of a show and this one has really got it going on.  There's some nice features about it on the season one DVD.   After watching that I really noticed the palate of neutrals with just one splash of color that is their trademark.  Nice.
However, I must admit I watch some of the surgical scenes through my fingers.  So realistic I can hardly take it and I'm not that sqeamish.  But, on the upside, it put the kibosh on my bad habit of eating while watching TV. 
Fun inside info: Part of the challenge for each director is to create something new with the style of his/her surgical scene. Once I knew that it gave me a whole new perspective on those scenes.  But still they sometimes make me vomit in my mouth just a little bit.  But it's worth it. Trust me on this.

Saved By A Bad, Bad Boy

Yesterday I had my mega-infusion and today I feel magnificently wretched. I can’t even bear to sit here and type. Really.
The only thing that has kept me alive (ok, slight exaggeration) is the delicious Julian McMahon, whose character, Dr. Troy,  is rapidly making his way up my list of Sexiest Bad Boys Ever. If you don’t know what I’m talking about tune in to nip/tuck and have a look-see and a tingly. Or Oh look! there's a picture of the sexy bastard right there, under a big red Smokin'  (in case you're a little slow on the sexy bastard uptake or a heterosexual male who doesn't like to think about such things).
You should check out nip/tuck anyway as I have recently decided, after a two season DVDathon, that it is monumentally fabulous. Thank god the new season premiers on the 20th so that I will have something worthy to occupy my TV time until Deadwood comes back.
I have full intention of writing all about my newly discovered fave but who knows—I may keel over or I may just be too lazy. So you may just have to trust me on the fabulousness. But I will try my best because, after all, it’s my duty to keep you informed about such important discoveries. 
It’s so comforting to understand one’s mission in life.