offbalance: (dr. who)
Thanks times a billion to [livejournal.com profile] killerweasel for sharing this spectacular video with me.



I think I need a gif of the dancing Ood. XD
offbalance: (dr. who)
So I've been mainlining Doctor Who for the past couple of weeks. Said mainlining began when I started watching the Matt Smith seasons. I LOVE. It's like all the writers got a great big kick in the ass, and all of the actors are thrilled as hell to be there. Magical. I adore Matt Smith. He's unseated Eccelston as my favorite Doctor. And Amy Pond? Best Companion Ever, in my book. Loff Huh. And Rory. How could you not love Alan Tudyk's long-lost British cousin? Show's got new life in it, and I'm adoring every minute.

Anyway. I was watching the two-part season 6 opener on my laptop since my shit cable company does not get BBC America, and I dozed off. (It happens a lot on this couch for some reason.) Anyway, I had a dream about finding a slip of paper in my wallet that had the combination of a Masterlock on it. (in fact, it was one of those stickers that come affixed to the back of one when you buy it.) I hadn't remembered it being in my wallet before, but it had the combination on it. I woke up and a short time later recalled a lock I'd been trying to remember the combination on for some time. I cleaned out my wallet, but found nothing. I tried the combination I remembered from my dream on the lock.

AND IT WORKED.

I screamed. I could not believe it.


I don't know if something triggered my memory, or what, but that's the oddest damn thing that could happen while watching something like Doctor Who. (Especially the "Day of the Moon" episode. Damn.)
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So I've been mainlining Doctor Who for the past couple of weeks. Said mainlining began when I started watching the Matt Smith seasons. I LOVE. It's like all the writers got a great big kick in the ass, and all of the actors are thrilled as hell to be there. Magical. I adore Matt Smith. He's unseated Eccelston as my favorite Doctor. And Amy Pond? Best Companion Ever, in my book. Loff Huh. And Rory. How could you not love Alan Tudyk's long-lost British cousin? Show's got new life in it, and I'm adoring every minute.

Anyway. I was watching the two-part season 6 opener on my laptop since my shit cable company does not get BBC America, and I dozed off. (It happens a lot on this couch for some reason.) Anyway, I had a dream about finding a slip of paper in my wallet that had the combination of a Masterlock on it. (in fact, it was one of those stickers that come affixed to the back of one when you buy it.) I hadn't remembered it being in my wallet before, but it had the combination on it. I woke up and a short time later recalled a lock I'd been trying to remember the combination on for some time. I cleaned out my wallet, but found nothing. I tried the combination I remembered from my dream on the lock.

AND IT WORKED.

I screamed. I could not believe it.


I don't know if something triggered my memory, or what, but that's the oddest damn thing that could happen while watching something like Doctor Who. (Especially the "Day of the Moon" episode. Damn.)
offbalance: (dr. who)
I started writing a post yesterday to update everyone on my latest happenings, but it was totally saturated with wedding shit. So I toddled over to Offbeat Bride and dumped it there, and will probably cross post to [livejournal.com profile] weddingplans at some point. But that shit just isn't interesting, unless you're me. Suffice it to say, things are going well.

I just did some organization in the kitchen, and a little bit of cleaning up as well. I'll soon be on my way to doing the same in the living room. My only problem is Doctor Who.

See, I was stuck in the Tennant movie portions of the DW-verse for awhile, and honestly, they're no great shakes. Other than the Christmas Episode that featured the Blackpool reunion (OMG! Tennant and Morrisey! Together again!) and the two-part one that ended Tennant's Tenure, it was kind of meh. So I got behind. But, I finally finished them off the other day and started on Eleven and Season 5.

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD YOU GUYS. I LOVE.

Matt Smith is fabulous. I love how off-the-wall he is, as it addresses the fact that maybe this bloke isn't all there, but rather than suffering from madness, he's enjoying every last second of it. And Amelia Pond! Amy! <3 I didn't know I could love someone more than Donna, but there you go. I'm in the middle of the third episode of s5 and I'm all *chinhands* with this season. That's not a problem, per se, but I only have these on my computer, and the way my living room is set up it'd be quite a bit easier if I could stream them on my tv, but netflix is being a big old poophead and not offering them. I'm going to have no problem catching up in short order, and will likely be able to pick up S2 in an episode or two more. (I have the Christmas special and the first two episodes of S6 downloaded and waiting).

As much as I enjoyed Tennant, this really gave the show a much-needed shot in the arm. Kudos to all, and I can't wait for more!! (Especially with all the non-spoiler squee I've been hearing about Series 6).

Justified, Supernatural and The Vampire Diaries also continue to rock my world. And I'm very much liking Deadwood, which I've been getting from Netflix, one disc at a time.

I'd say I'd be watching DW on my ipod to and from work, but the only problem there is that the Brooklyn Public Library delivered unto me the newest Charlaine Harris Sookie book. That is priority over most things, so that will be hogging much of my commute time.

Otherwise, things are pretty good. I'm trying to find a balance where I say social but don't ruin myself financially, mentally or emotionally. I'm a person who needs her downtime, and a little bit of solitary time to stay on an even keel. I always forget and must remind myself that it's Okay to Say No. If you need time to yourself, if something isn't good FOR YOU, It's Okay to Say No. And save yourself for truly awesome occasions. Like last night - [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl and I headed to Gleason's to see [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty fight (and she was excellent, btw) and then we had a marvelous dinner with Blerg, [livejournal.com profile] kip3f, [livejournal.com profile] teany & [livejournal.com profile] selftoken. All told, it was a lovely evening. I have to remind myself to get off the treadmill and take more time for me, and make sure I have more down time. My mental state isn't great when I am so busy running around that I don't have time to tidy up, make food, or just be still and quiet. As much as I love my friends (which is a lot), I'm no good to anyone if I'm on my last nerve.

And one last thing to add- I made a fabulous batch of arugula pesto just now! I was faced with a nearly-deceased and under-utilized batch of arugula, and rather than try to eat it all or despair, I simply threw it in the food processor with some olive oil and garlic, salt and pepper, and PRESTO PESTO! \o/
offbalance: (dr. who)
I started writing a post yesterday to update everyone on my latest happenings, but it was totally saturated with wedding shit. So I toddled over to Offbeat Bride and dumped it there, and will probably cross post to [livejournal.com profile] weddingplans at some point. But that shit just isn't interesting, unless you're me. Suffice it to say, things are going well.

I just did some organization in the kitchen, and a little bit of cleaning up as well. I'll soon be on my way to doing the same in the living room. My only problem is Doctor Who.

See, I was stuck in the Tennant movie portions of the DW-verse for awhile, and honestly, they're no great shakes. Other than the Christmas Episode that featured the Blackpool reunion (OMG! Tennant and Morrisey! Together again!) and the two-part one that ended Tennant's Tenure, it was kind of meh. So I got behind. But, I finally finished them off the other day and started on Eleven and Season 5.

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD YOU GUYS. I LOVE.

Matt Smith is fabulous. I love how off-the-wall he is, as it addresses the fact that maybe this bloke isn't all there, but rather than suffering from madness, he's enjoying every last second of it. And Amelia Pond! Amy! <3 I didn't know I could love someone more than Donna, but there you go. I'm in the middle of the third episode of s5 and I'm all *chinhands* with this season. That's not a problem, per se, but I only have these on my computer, and the way my living room is set up it'd be quite a bit easier if I could stream them on my tv, but netflix is being a big old poophead and not offering them. I'm going to have no problem catching up in short order, and will likely be able to pick up S2 in an episode or two more. (I have the Christmas special and the first two episodes of S6 downloaded and waiting).

As much as I enjoyed Tennant, this really gave the show a much-needed shot in the arm. Kudos to all, and I can't wait for more!! (Especially with all the non-spoiler squee I've been hearing about Series 6).

Justified, Supernatural and The Vampire Diaries also continue to rock my world. And I'm very much liking Deadwood, which I've been getting from Netflix, one disc at a time.

I'd say I'd be watching DW on my ipod to and from work, but the only problem there is that the Brooklyn Public Library delivered unto me the newest Charlaine Harris Sookie book. That is priority over most things, so that will be hogging much of my commute time.

Otherwise, things are pretty good. I'm trying to find a balance where I say social but don't ruin myself financially, mentally or emotionally. I'm a person who needs her downtime, and a little bit of solitary time to stay on an even keel. I always forget and must remind myself that it's Okay to Say No. If you need time to yourself, if something isn't good FOR YOU, It's Okay to Say No. And save yourself for truly awesome occasions. Like last night - [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl and I headed to Gleason's to see [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty fight (and she was excellent, btw) and then we had a marvelous dinner with Blerg, [livejournal.com profile] kip3f, [livejournal.com profile] teany & [livejournal.com profile] selftoken. All told, it was a lovely evening. I have to remind myself to get off the treadmill and take more time for me, and make sure I have more down time. My mental state isn't great when I am so busy running around that I don't have time to tidy up, make food, or just be still and quiet. As much as I love my friends (which is a lot), I'm no good to anyone if I'm on my last nerve.

And one last thing to add- I made a fabulous batch of arugula pesto just now! I was faced with a nearly-deceased and under-utilized batch of arugula, and rather than try to eat it all or despair, I simply threw it in the food processor with some olive oil and garlic, salt and pepper, and PRESTO PESTO! \o/
offbalance: (stupid by dunc's icons)
Blah blah days off blah. Yesterday I did such exciting things as order Indian takeaway and finish watching Downton Abbey. (Season 2 now please? Thanks.)

TODAY WAS MORE EXCITING.

So, working for BIP has some perks, always had. Today was a MAJOR ONE.

I got to meet this dude. (for those of you playing at home, yes, that is MOTHERFUCKING WEIRD AL YANKOVIC.)

Holy Hell. I got to talk to him for about a minute, but he was OMG SO NICE. SO NICE. He signed a copy of the book for me and everything. And seemed genuinely pleased when I said I was a huge fan for many years. (I first heard "Eat It" at age 5 or 6, and I adored it. It was cemented in high school when [livejournal.com profile] whtegrlwthehair lent me her Weird Al mix tape. Plus, when MTV and Vh1 actually did crazy things like play music videos, I saw a ton of his, and goddamn, they were funny). He seemed impressed that I was willing to come into work on a day off JUST to meet him. Just to meet him? Dude. It's Weird Al. I would have been kicking myself for the rest of ever if I'd passed this opportunity up.

So, it's been a Weird Al day around here. I finally got The Essential Weird Al and have been listening to its awesomeness all day. My coworkers should be grateful they were spared my Al-athon.

Granted a few things I like are missing ("This is the Life" belongs on there, okay? And "I think I'm a clone now," and "The Rye or the Kaiser" And where is "This song is just six words long"??) Maybe there are more artists who've had more hits, but few have been as consistently awesome as this guy. True story.

I'm still full of awesome fannish goodness. I will leave you with the following exchage:

Me: I always wanted to drive through Lancaster County in Pennsylvania with the windows down, blaring "Amish Paradise" at top volume.
[livejournal.com profile] j_bkl: I love you. Even though you're a sick woman.
offbalance: (stupid by dunc's icons)
Blah blah days off blah. Yesterday I did such exciting things as order Indian takeaway and finish watching Downton Abbey. (Season 2 now please? Thanks.)

TODAY WAS MORE EXCITING.

So, working for BIP has some perks, always had. Today was a MAJOR ONE.

I got to meet this dude. (for those of you playing at home, yes, that is MOTHERFUCKING WEIRD AL YANKOVIC.)

Holy Hell. I got to talk to him for about a minute, but he was OMG SO NICE. SO NICE. He signed a copy of the book for me and everything. And seemed genuinely pleased when I said I was a huge fan for many years. (I first heard "Eat It" at age 5 or 6, and I adored it. It was cemented in high school when [livejournal.com profile] whtegrlwthehair lent me her Weird Al mix tape. Plus, when MTV and Vh1 actually did crazy things like play music videos, I saw a ton of his, and goddamn, they were funny). He seemed impressed that I was willing to come into work on a day off JUST to meet him. Just to meet him? Dude. It's Weird Al. I would have been kicking myself for the rest of ever if I'd passed this opportunity up.

So, it's been a Weird Al day around here. I finally got The Essential Weird Al and have been listening to its awesomeness all day. My coworkers should be grateful they were spared my Al-athon.

Granted a few things I like are missing ("This is the Life" belongs on there, okay? And "I think I'm a clone now," and "The Rye or the Kaiser" And where is "This song is just six words long"??) Maybe there are more artists who've had more hits, but few have been as consistently awesome as this guy. True story.

I'm still full of awesome fannish goodness. I will leave you with the following exchage:

Me: I always wanted to drive through Lancaster County in Pennsylvania with the windows down, blaring "Amish Paradise" at top volume.
[livejournal.com profile] j_bkl: I love you. Even though you're a sick woman.
offbalance: (SPN - Carry On)
Yes, yes, I know - I owe a longer update, and you'll all get one later.

But first order of business - this boss new icon, which was sent to me by [livejournal.com profile] redstapler.

Secondly, I haz a new friend, thanks to this hilarious thread on [livejournal.com profile] sf_drama.

Say hello to [livejournal.com profile] littlegirlvik, everybody!

I just wanted to show her that there are more of us normal, non-stalker, non-rabbit-boiling SPN fans out there than a wide swath of fandom might have you believe. Now, granted, there are fans of the show that resemble the infamous Mr. Belvedere sketch on SNL from years ago. But there are many of us who are really quite sane (relatively speaking *cough*) that love our Winchesters. So, I invite all of you to comment here - Say It Loud - I'm SPN, I'm Not Psycho, and I'm proud!

(I am also currently reviewing the mix I put together that I'm considering a Supernatural Soundtrack. Who wants to review the playlist and make suggestions?)
offbalance: (SPN - Carry On)
Yes, yes, I know - I owe a longer update, and you'll all get one later.

But first order of business - this boss new icon, which was sent to me by [livejournal.com profile] redstapler.

Secondly, I haz a new friend, thanks to this hilarious thread on [livejournal.com profile] sf_drama.

Say hello to [livejournal.com profile] littlegirlvik, everybody!

I just wanted to show her that there are more of us normal, non-stalker, non-rabbit-boiling SPN fans out there than a wide swath of fandom might have you believe. Now, granted, there are fans of the show that resemble the infamous Mr. Belvedere sketch on SNL from years ago. But there are many of us who are really quite sane (relatively speaking *cough*) that love our Winchesters. So, I invite all of you to comment here - Say It Loud - I'm SPN, I'm Not Psycho, and I'm proud!

(I am also currently reviewing the mix I put together that I'm considering a Supernatural Soundtrack. Who wants to review the playlist and make suggestions?)
offbalance: (SPN - Blues Brothers)
I've been a happy little nerd girl of late. As many of you know, I've been watching the "new" Doctor Who (the Russell T. Davies reboot. I'm still on the 10th doctor), and I'm nearly finished with Season 3. I am supposed to get Captain Jack Harkness back. Which needs to happen now, damn it. And I'm a little disappointed that they created this amazing character in Martha and then really didn't give her anything too interesting to do (or, that Rose "shopgirl" Tyler could have done. She's a doctor,FFS!) . That rant aside, the fun part has been not just enjoying a really awesome sci-fi show, but getting to fangirl with other Who fans about it.

Plus, there are people all around me watching Buffy, Angel, and Supernatural for the first time, so naturally, I am starting to really want to go back and re-watch all of those shows as well. Especially Supernatural after this weekend, and now that I've started building the podcast. There is SO MUCH music on that show. So much. Mostly I'm just thrilled and flabbergasted that a show can be on for four seasons and be pretty much embedded under the radar, and then suddenly, in its fifth and supposedly final season, it catches some of that shiny zeitgeist and has people talking. I'm so pleased to have this show go from something I could only discuss with 1 or 2 people to something tons of people I know watch and love. It makes my little geek heart sing. JOIN THE FOLD, CHILDREN!

Plus, there are so many other shows to be excited about: True Blood. Burn Notice. Treme . In Plain Sight . Royal Pains. The Good Guys. TV is really kicking ass right now, and movies are sucking it.
offbalance: (SPN - Blues Brothers)
I've been a happy little nerd girl of late. As many of you know, I've been watching the "new" Doctor Who (the Russell T. Davies reboot. I'm still on the 10th doctor), and I'm nearly finished with Season 3. I am supposed to get Captain Jack Harkness back. Which needs to happen now, damn it. And I'm a little disappointed that they created this amazing character in Martha and then really didn't give her anything too interesting to do (or, that Rose "shopgirl" Tyler could have done. She's a doctor,FFS!) . That rant aside, the fun part has been not just enjoying a really awesome sci-fi show, but getting to fangirl with other Who fans about it.

Plus, there are people all around me watching Buffy, Angel, and Supernatural for the first time, so naturally, I am starting to really want to go back and re-watch all of those shows as well. Especially Supernatural after this weekend, and now that I've started building the podcast. There is SO MUCH music on that show. So much. Mostly I'm just thrilled and flabbergasted that a show can be on for four seasons and be pretty much embedded under the radar, and then suddenly, in its fifth and supposedly final season, it catches some of that shiny zeitgeist and has people talking. I'm so pleased to have this show go from something I could only discuss with 1 or 2 people to something tons of people I know watch and love. It makes my little geek heart sing. JOIN THE FOLD, CHILDREN!

Plus, there are so many other shows to be excited about: True Blood. Burn Notice. Treme . In Plain Sight . Royal Pains. The Good Guys. TV is really kicking ass right now, and movies are sucking it.
offbalance: (SPN - Blues Brothers)
OMG. SPN FINALE.

NO WORDS. JUST ::HANDS:: LOTS OF ::HANDS::

[livejournal.com profile] airspaniel came over for dinner and we watched the finale with beer. And we needed that goddamn beer, let me tell you.

I JUST WHAT I DON'T CAN'T DON'T EVEN HANDS HANDS WHAT.
offbalance: (SPN - Blues Brothers)
OMG. SPN FINALE.

NO WORDS. JUST ::HANDS:: LOTS OF ::HANDS::

[livejournal.com profile] airspaniel came over for dinner and we watched the finale with beer. And we needed that goddamn beer, let me tell you.

I JUST WHAT I DON'T CAN'T DON'T EVEN HANDS HANDS WHAT.
offbalance: (abba)
Ever since it was annouced that Swedish Supergroup ABBA was being inducted into the Rock N Roll hall of fame, I've been holding a tiny glimmer of hope in my heart that the band reuinites. Yes, I know that Frida is married to a prince, and Agnetha is hiding somewhere as a total recluse, but if The Police and The Eagles and even the frigging Pixies can find a way to bury the hatchet, anything is possible.

Then, I read this article in the London Times.

See, I love ABBA. Love. Adore. Without even the slightest shred of irony. For me, they are up there in my Pantheon of all-time greats. I discovered them in the 8th grade, around the time Muriel's Wedding and Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert came out, and they experienced a resurgence and released the hits compilations ABBA GOLD and MORE GOLD (both of which I own and are on my ipod). I don't know if it was the general media hype, the fact Bono and Edge said they liked them in an interview I read (I was eyebrow deep in my U2 obsession at the time), or even the fact that my mom said my Swedish-American Aunt used to play them for me when I was a wee thing and I loved them even then. But, after hearing the songs and buying the cd, I was hooked.

To say that 8th grade was an awful year was like saying the Black Plague killed a few people. But one of the few things that made the year tolerable was music, and ABBA was a HUGE part of that. It's hard to stay depressed when you have sweet harmonies and beautiful orchestrations in your ear. Plus, I was really into rollerblading at the time, and made myself a tape of the GOLD cd to use in my walkman for morning skating sessions in Marine Park (we did that a lot that summer).

Over the years, the love never waned. If anything, it only got stronger. (I've even managed to see ABBA: The Movie! It's terrible, hilariously so. Watch it if it's on VH1 classic late one night, but don't go out of your way.) It's nice to see them enjoying a bit of a critical reconsideration, because the music is honestly beautifully done - symphonic, danceable, produced with amazing skill back when the kind of production technology we have now was a distant dream. The vocals were perfect. And it's impossible to stay in a bad mood when some of those songs come on. (Note: I said some. Do not listen to "Winner Takes It All" during a breakup unless you're in the market for a good cry.) I've seen ABBA tribute bands. I was Frida for Halloween (next to [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty's perfect Agnentha). I've sang ABBA at karaoke (again, with [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty, usually). I even paid to see the excreable movie version of the jukebox musical Mama Mia. (Meryl Streep was the only one who managed to survive that steaming pile unscathed, as she is awesome. But really, that movie made Xanadu look like An American in Paris.)

The idea, even the hope, that I could possibly see all four ORIGINAL MEMBERS of one of the greatest quartets in history perform live? I could explode wtih glee, joy and wonder. Short of zombie John & George coming back from the great beyond and reforming the Beatles, this would be the kind of show where I would't CARE what the tickets cost. I wouldn't care if I sat in the very last row. The idea I could actually see ABBA live? Is too much.
offbalance: (abba)
Ever since it was annouced that Swedish Supergroup ABBA was being inducted into the Rock N Roll hall of fame, I've been holding a tiny glimmer of hope in my heart that the band reuinites. Yes, I know that Frida is married to a prince, and Agnetha is hiding somewhere as a total recluse, but if The Police and The Eagles and even the frigging Pixies can find a way to bury the hatchet, anything is possible.

Then, I read this article in the London Times.

See, I love ABBA. Love. Adore. Without even the slightest shred of irony. For me, they are up there in my Pantheon of all-time greats. I discovered them in the 8th grade, around the time Muriel's Wedding and Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert came out, and they experienced a resurgence and released the hits compilations ABBA GOLD and MORE GOLD (both of which I own and are on my ipod). I don't know if it was the general media hype, the fact Bono and Edge said they liked them in an interview I read (I was eyebrow deep in my U2 obsession at the time), or even the fact that my mom said my Swedish-American Aunt used to play them for me when I was a wee thing and I loved them even then. But, after hearing the songs and buying the cd, I was hooked.

To say that 8th grade was an awful year was like saying the Black Plague killed a few people. But one of the few things that made the year tolerable was music, and ABBA was a HUGE part of that. It's hard to stay depressed when you have sweet harmonies and beautiful orchestrations in your ear. Plus, I was really into rollerblading at the time, and made myself a tape of the GOLD cd to use in my walkman for morning skating sessions in Marine Park (we did that a lot that summer).

Over the years, the love never waned. If anything, it only got stronger. (I've even managed to see ABBA: The Movie! It's terrible, hilariously so. Watch it if it's on VH1 classic late one night, but don't go out of your way.) It's nice to see them enjoying a bit of a critical reconsideration, because the music is honestly beautifully done - symphonic, danceable, produced with amazing skill back when the kind of production technology we have now was a distant dream. The vocals were perfect. And it's impossible to stay in a bad mood when some of those songs come on. (Note: I said some. Do not listen to "Winner Takes It All" during a breakup unless you're in the market for a good cry.) I've seen ABBA tribute bands. I was Frida for Halloween (next to [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty's perfect Agnentha). I've sang ABBA at karaoke (again, with [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty, usually). I even paid to see the excreable movie version of the jukebox musical Mama Mia. (Meryl Streep was the only one who managed to survive that steaming pile unscathed, as she is awesome. But really, that movie made Xanadu look like An American in Paris.)

The idea, even the hope, that I could possibly see all four ORIGINAL MEMBERS of one of the greatest quartets in history perform live? I could explode wtih glee, joy and wonder. Short of zombie John & George coming back from the great beyond and reforming the Beatles, this would be the kind of show where I would't CARE what the tickets cost. I wouldn't care if I sat in the very last row. The idea I could actually see ABBA live? Is too much.
offbalance: (stupid by dunc's icons)
There comes a point where you become so busy, you don't even remember what the lower busy setting was like. 0.o

In lieu of an update, I give you (courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] redstapler):

John Barrowman. In shiny pants. Dancing. To Beyonce:

offbalance: (stupid by dunc's icons)
There comes a point where you become so busy, you don't even remember what the lower busy setting was like. 0.o

In lieu of an update, I give you (courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] redstapler):

John Barrowman. In shiny pants. Dancing. To Beyonce:

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