Friday, October 24, 2008

Ten Things I'd Say to Michael Scofield

I was eating dinner last night and watching an episode of Prison Break on DVD with my mother and sister. They are well aware of my fixation on Wentworth Miller and Michael Scofield. Typically it takes the form of sighing and making strange noises while I watch the show. My mother at one point said that the reason why I didn't know what was going on, was because I never was quiet and just watched the show without any commentary. Okay, there is some truth in that. What can I say? I just go into ecstasies about Wentworth/Michael. I adore the guy.

So anyway I thought about having a blog where I'd list things I say to Michael Scofield. It's goofy, but I'm allowed to be goofy. It's a constitutional right. Not really. I am allowing myself the freedom to do so anyway.

Without further ado....

  1. Are you a virgin? I think you are. I love you for it.
  2. You can break me out of any prison, office, house, or room you want to anytime.
  3. You are such a sweetie.
  4. I want you to be happy, darling.
  5. Let your brother and the other idiots around you do some thinking for themselves sometimes, dearie.
  6. Some people deserve to be hurt, maimed, and beat within an inch of their lives. Don't feel bad about it.
  7. Do you know how adorable you are?
  8. You should start a business where you solve people's difficult problems for them. You'd make a lot of money at it. Sara, who you should marry and have beautiful babies with, can be your medical consultant.
  9. Get away from Lincoln Burrows. Don't ever talk to him again, and don't even live in the same country as him. He's bad news. You have paid your dues to him.
  10. T-Bag is obsessed with you. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

So that is what I would say to Michael. After I gave him a very long hug, of course.

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Monday, October 20, 2008

I Know My Fairy Name and Other Useless Ramblings

Well this last two weeks has kicked my butt. I have tried to go to bed a little earlier and that has helped. I had to work all day Saturday so I didn't get that day to chill. It was worth it because I missed being in the clinic and also I got paid money that I can put towards the Vegas trip.

I did not go to the movies this weekend. I did not watch any movies this weekend. I did finish a book on Sunday, Beguiled by Arnette Lamb. It was very good, and reaffirmed my desire to be a woman of purpose. It's hard sometimes being someone who is motivated and willing to work hard. You get tired and you get discouraged. You wonder what are you missing out there when you have to be in bed ideally by 10am (never happens really), and get up early. And when you work a lot and don't party at all.

Then people say, you need to get out more. What if you're too darn tired to get out? How fun is it to stand around a party and do a zombie impression? If you are extroverted you might get some energy from that. If you are introverted, it will just suck away any energy you have left.

The older you get, the more pressure people put on you to date. I know I'm getting old. But right now I'm too tired to try to date right now. Too bad because I got a good match (on the dating site which will go unnamed) but I just don't have the energy.

It hurts when people judge you and tell you that you aren't trying hard enough to be social. That you are on a bad path when you want to stay at home and rest. Well, sometimes I feel so tired I feel like I will close my eyes and never wake up. If I'm that tired, maybe I need to stay home and chill. I just remind myself that I know myself better than anyone else does. Advice helps, but it doesn't always come from the right frame of reference.

Some good things that happened to me last week/this past weekend:
  • I got a relief day and got to see everyone at my relief job (haven't seen them in nine months. It was a good day. Rather tiring but good all the same).
  • I got to go to the used bookstore and use the last of my coupons for 15% off (sob)
  • I found the Wold Newton biographies based on popular characters like Tarzan and Fu Manchu for $7 something (before coupon). Score!!!!
  • I found Lover Unbound by JR Ward for $1 at the bookstore (for my mom since I bought this book twice already and gave one to my sister)
  • I also bought another copy of Nightlife by Rob Thurman for $1 (before discount) so I can reread it without digging out my other copy
  • Found an anthology with an Anne Stuart for $1 (before discount). It has Chain of Love, which I don't have. Score!!!! Used bookstores rock. Just be patient!
  • My mother had a great birthday and enjoyed her cake. She was very happy.
  • My boss came by Friday and I didn't get yelled at (I have this irrational fear of being yelled and/or fired. I don't know why since I work my arse off).
  • I found out Sarah Connor Chronicles will have a full season! Yay!
  • I decided what I would write my novel about for NaNoWriMo, and I am very jazzed and excited about it
  • I got a position as a reviewer for a paranormal/urban fantasy website
  • I did work on editing my manuscript a little this past week.
  • Watched a little of a Duran Duran concert for Red Carpet Massacre while I ate a Buttermilk Spice muffin from Mimi's Cafe that my sister got me. I slathered it with butter, threw it in the microwave for 30 seconds and drank some hot chocolate with it. Yum! The magic is still there. I am still deeply in love with this band, and particularly Roger Taylor and John Taylor. Sigh!
  • I got a glimpse of Primeval and it looks like Claudia is back, but Nick apparently is sucked into another time dimension. Crap! They need to be together!!!!
  • My cat is still hanging in there. I worry that she is fading sometimes, but she seems to be doing okay. She's a trooper. I just have to enjoy her while I have her (the pain in the butt she is).
  • Last but not least, I found out that my fairy name is Oak Goblinfrost (the more I hear the more I love it). I fall deeper in love with Faery every day, as you probably noticed.

So all in all, it was a good week. I managed to get out of bet at 4:20am and I wasn't too tired. I was actually more alert than I was on Saturday morning waking up at 7am. Go figure.

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Thursday, October 16, 2008

The Lyrics to Take You on a Cruise by Interpol (My favorite song ever!!)

Take You on a Cruise by Interpol

I'm timeless like a broken watch,I make money like Fred Astaire.
I see that you've come to resist me, I'm a pitbull in time.
The pretence is not what restricts me,It's the circles inside.
The anatomy of kisses and a teacher who tries,Who knows how we'll disappear.
Would you like to be my missus,And in future with child?
You know that we can't get back from here.We can get away.
Baby don't you try to find me.
Baby don't you try to fight.
Baby don't you try to find me.
Baby, it will be all right.

Along the way...Tears drown in the wake of delight.
There's nothing like this built today.
You'll never see a finer ship in your life.
We sail today
Tears drown in the wake of delight.
There's nothing like this built today
You'll never see a finer ship Or receive a better tip in your life.

I am the scavenger...Between the sheets of union.
Lately I can't tell for sure,whether machines turn anyone.
I am the scavenger...Between the sheets of union.
Lately I can't tell for sure,If the machines turn anyone.

Lady don't you try to find me.
Lady there is no need to fight.
Lady don't you try to find me.
Baby it will be all right.

We sail today...Tears will drown in the wake of delight.
There's nothing like this built today.
You'll never see a finer ship in your life.

Along the way...The sea will crowd us with lovers at night.
There's nothing like this built today.
You'll never see a finer ship,Or receive a better tip in your life.

I see that you've come to resist me...I'm a pitbull in time.

White Goddess, Red Goddess,Black temptress of the sea, you treat me right.
Black Goddess, Red Goddess,White temptress of the sea, you treat me right.
Oh my love we are sailing to Norway
Oh my love we're leaving tonight x2

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Sunday, October 05, 2008

I Am Not the Target Audience

The older I get, the more I realize, that as I watch television, listen to the radio, and watch movie trailers, I am not the target demographic for much of what is produced for public consumption. It is disconcerting for a self-described movie and tv-buff. And for a music fan as well.

When it comes to music, nine times out of ten, I am not going to hear a song that blows me away on the radio. Internet radio, maybe. I have to search pretty hard to find music that tickles my ear. I might hear it on a tv show, but usually not. Sometimes I will hear songs that sound good on commercials. And then I don't know how to track it down. But the radio, not so much. All I can say is thank God for Amazon. Their recommendations keep me in music. Otherwise I listen to old favorites.

I don't like the new kind of rock music, basically garage bands that followed on the coattails of Blink 182, heavy on loud guitar and what loosely passes for singing ability. It reminds me that music education in public schools has been neglected. Musicianship is clearly on the decline.

When it comes to R&B music, nowadays hip hop leaves me cold, by and large. A lot of yelling, a lot of loud base, and poor use of samples. And the lyrics, they are not at all inspiring. As a matter of fact, I feel like the stuffy old maid that lives in the house down the street with twenty cats, and that everyone is afraid of. The actual R&B non-hip-hop music is suffering from a dearth of actual music, and completely lame lyrics about hitting this and that, and I'll steal your man, or you broke my heart because you cheated on me. I could go on, but I won't.

Pop music, which I like, has become overproduced, underinspired product that is designed to appeal to thirteen year olds who did not get a music education. Not thirty-five year olds who had several years of music education, two years of band, and a mother who played all kinds of music daily in the house.

So when it comes to popular music, I am not the target audience. Perhaps an occasional group will hit it big that I actually like, but generally not.

Television used to be a refuge for me. Shows were interesting, funny, and at times educational. Nowadays, most drama shows, other than the murder and mayhem shows, which I will get to in a minute, are basically excuses to see people bed-hopping. Lots of sex going on in most of the shows. Nothing wrong with sex, but why do I need to see forty-five minutes of sex? Might as well watch a porno movie. I think I will die of a stroke if I even try to watch Gossip Girl. The commercial where one young woman is saying that lifeguards are like band-aids, use them and throw them away, pretty much told me, I am not the target audience for this show. Mental note, avoid this show. I have found a refuge in the murder and mayhem shows. This includes CSI Miami and NY, can't do the original, sorry. Gasp, Law and Order: Criminal Intent. Yes I would rather watch 45 minutes of detection and interrogation of a terrible human being than watch a show where the character changes bed partners at least every three episodes, or in some instances, every thirty minutes. Criminal Minds is a dark, dreary show, except for beautiful Shemar Moore, but I am there to watch it weekly. Bones, is straddling the fence. I hate the relationship stuff. Angela is her free sexual ways drive me crazy. Temperance Brennan with her unemotional approach to sexual fulfillment is like nails on the chalkboard. But I love me some Seeley Boothe. It's worth watching just for him. The murders are quite gruesome, but I endeavor. Prison Break, yes ma'am. Lovely Michael Schofield, played by the delicious Wentworth Miller. It has lots of murder and mayhem. Not so much bed-hopping. How refreshing. Sarah Connor Chronicles, which is in danger of cancellation, probably because it doesn't meet the target audience. Not enough bed hopping. I think the target audience cannot process that young John Connor has not lost his virginity and switched girlfriends several times since the show started. Well, I guess Fox will just have to give it the axe and find more bedhopping shows. Fringe has lots of weirdness. A little bedplay on the first episode, probably to mislead the bedhopping demographic into watching it. But thankfully, it has become a bedhopping free show. I could go on, but I choose not to bore you. And lovely Supernatural. Lots of murder and mayhem. Sometimes the guys pick up girls, but usually that is not the jist of the show. So I don't let that get to me. Yes, I have my murder and mayhem shows. No sitcoms, so over those. No family dramas. There is a big chance of bedhopping on there. When it comes to the non-murder and mayhem shows, I'm not the target audience.

Let's talk movies. Movies nowadays mainly fit into three categories: slash and hack, inane romantic comedies with very monochromatic boring casts, featuring lots of bedhopping, and the dramatic, Oscar-courting movies that bore me. So I don't get to the movies much anymore. Yay for the comic book movies, because I probably wouldn't go at all.

So I have come to the conclusion that I am not the target audience. I have slipped into the cracks. What I like does not come into play. If I want to enjoy tv, movies, and music, I had better work very to find something that does not sicken, bore, or annoy me. Because my buying power means nothing. I am not a thirteen year old sexually active teen who loves slasher movies, and has not idea what musical talent is. Suck it up.

Not the target audience. Yep, that's me. Rant official over.

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