Let's Try This Again From The Top

Yep. It's definitely there. Just saw it again; it's trying to scuttle out while I'm not looking. Shrewd little bastard, it scurries away every time I turn my head.

Thank god. I was starting to think I really was hallucinating. I just hope it is actually a mouse, not a baby rat (I've a history of not being able to tell the difference), because if it is, I'm going to be really upset. 

We, um, have a mouse, I think. Either that or I've actually started hallucinating, which on some levels is kind of more likely. Anyway. It's late, I'm reading, I see a mouse crawling around the floor. And, it's actually pretty cute, and like I said, I could have imagined it (though I don't think I did), but despite the fact that the mouse itself doesn't bother me, I can't think that having one prowling around is exactly conducive to a healthy environment. But whatever.

Oh, also: power-glower. Because forgetting that would be a TRAVESTY. Hee.

Grrrr. My internet's been broken, and I don't know when it'll be fixed. But I'm still alive and currently posting from a friend's computer. Hopefully I'll be back soon. Looking forward to catching up and commenting, and in the meantime, I love you all.

PS - For those who watch BSG and hate Cally as I do: SQUEE!!

Charlton Heston died. I can't believe I'm actually making this joke, but does this mean they can have his gun now? 

So, yeah. BSG. Watched. Enjoyed. Looking forward to more. LOVED the scene with Lee and Adama, where Adama's all, 'you can come back, the military needs you, we'll forget about that whole 'you defying me' thing so long as you NEVER DO IT AGAIN AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR,' and Lee's like, 'yeah, about that, NO. I'm gonna work for the GOVERNMENT, I want a job with some INTEGRITY,' and Adama kindly refrains from pointing out that one of these days Lee's just gonna keel over from disappointed-ideals shock. Aw, Lee.

And if the gods exist, they will keep Jamie Bamber in that sweater til the end of TIME. Yesss....

Currently, watching Blade: Trinity. Heh. Parker Posey's having so much trouble talking around those fangs. It amuses me muchly. Also, Ryan Reynolds is one of the only men who can actually rock the facial hair.

I cannot believe people are actually getting upset over this:

Ms. Bimbo: Herald of the apocalypse, or just another sign that the 'Save the children' screamers ought to be put down, and swiftly?

Seriously, this is what they're getting upset about? Not the fact that celebrity culture pretty much GUARANTEES that girls are going to have warped body images, regardless of what else is on the web? Or how about the fact that they've rereleased twelve of the Sweet Valley books with the Wakefield twins whittled down to a more tasteful size 4? (Yes, I used to fucking read them. Shut up.) Or perhaps the fact that the new My Little Ponies look like sex on hooves? No, no, it's a site called 'Ms. Bimbo.' Come ON. A title like that, there's no way it takes itself all that seriously.

My real problem with this is that, honestly, if you're going to let the media raise your kids for you, you don't get to complain about the quality of the parenting.

You know what’s so cool? When you’re reading something, and you’ve got music playing, and you suddenly realize that the song you’re listening to corresponds EXACTLY with what you’re reading. That just happened to me, and it was a really funny (and just a tad creepy, given what I was reading) thing, and I laughed for about five minutes.

In related news, I finally caved and rented Supernatural. It’s been a long time coming. I’ve just heard so much about this show, and they said it sounded right up my alley; I couldn’t resist.

They were right. Oh, Supernatural. Oh, THE WINCEST. There’s SO MUCH of it. The glee, I tell you, was coming off me in waves. And I’m only through season one! (Have to rent the DVD’s in batches, ah Netflix.) So far at least, I likes, I likes. It’s a good watch. Will they win an Emmy? Hell no. Do I care? HELL no. It’s so much fun.

And I have NOT spent the last day and a half with my nose buried in Supernatural fic. I have no idea where anyone got that idea ;) Also, I really like saying Wincest. Wincest wincest wincest.

 

You know you're a great actor when you can play one of the manliest guys on the planet:




and a man slathered in makeup:



and be amazing either way. So, hats off to you, David Wenham. You never cease to be awesome.

If anyone here has seen Tombstone, you ought to get a kick out of this. Or you'll be thinking what an idiot I am, for not noticing the totally obvious. If you haven't seen Tombstone, well, why haven't you? It's quite the awesome movie. Go out and rent it right now.


But anyway, I was watching Tombstone last night, and I got curious as to how many historical inaccuracies it has. (It's a terrific story, which usually means that's not how it happened at ALL). I looked it up, and the item 'though the movie implies that Curly Bill Brocious and Billy...can't remember his name, but he's played by Jason Priestley, are gay, really, there was no historical evidence that Curly Bill chose his partners from the opposite sides of the sheets' just pops out at me. (And I have to say, I think the nickname 'Curly Bill' might be evidence enough.) Cue me doing a mental double take.

REN: Wait, WHAT?! The movie implies WHAT? No, no way, they've got to be mistaken. I've seen this movie over twenty times! Once I watched it eleven times in a row! (I really did.) There is no WAY I could have missed that!

So I just watched the relevant scenes again. Guess what?

REN: Oh my god! Oh my god, he just went 'gimme some!' Oh my god he's got his arm around him! OH MY GOD! They so are! (genuflecting) I worship thee, oh mighty film! MY LIFE HAS JUST BEEN MADE!!

I can't believe it. They really do all but say it. I had no fucking clue. This is the best thing ever, you have no idea. Irrelevant side note: Ewan McGregor has the best smile EVER. Tombstone, incidentally, is the only movie I've ever seen where there IS possible slash, but I don't want to acknowledge it. Seriously. Between the two main characters there's this awesome friendship, and mutual respect, and some damn slashy scenes, but I just don't want there to be slash. It's one of those weird times where I actually feel introducing lust into the mix kind of cheapens the whole thing, just because of the nature of the relationship. It's like, Wyatt Earp really, genuinely respects Doc Holliday, and likes him, and pretty much no one else does. I just don't want that to be because he's got the hots for him, if that makes any sense.

Besides, the slash, while written, is just not THERE. There's slashy lines and scenarios (seriously, this movie makes me WEEP, because oh, the fantasies I could spin if it wasn't THIS pairing), but the looks and body language just aren't there. You know?

Irrelevant side note two: And suddenly there's sparkling cleavage right in his face! 

Well, it's Oscar night, and we're all playing strip poker. Commercial break ends, we're all naked, or nearly so.

JON STEWART: Know what we do at the commercial breaks? We make fun of the outfits you all are wearing at home.

Cue a five-minute, five person crack up. Oh, JON. Your timing could not have been more perfect.

ETA: An orgy technically qualifies as five people in the same room, with their socks off.