Roadkill

Jun. 18th, 2016 12:49 pm
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So, I finally watched Roadies. I get why my friend who works on stage crews was angry. There are two levels of supreme badness in my mind - so bad I was angry, and so bad that I was impressed. So bad that I was angry, well, that just shows me how much opportunity was missed on a potentially good concept. But this was the latter - the premise was likely a dog from the start (although I think would make a great documentary if you spoke to actual road crews about their experiences and day-to-day), and things just went downhill from there. Cameron Crowe’s “women problem” is writ large here - you have three female characters, all that fall into the archetype of Mother Figure (Carla Gugino, who still manages to be good in this somehow), Maniac (the stalker girl, who was Penny Lane tipped into psychotic parody), and the Moron (the Wide Eyed Manic Pixie Blonde Dreamgirl [WEMPBD] we’re supposed to align ourselves and root for). Every next turn of the story had no interest in credulity - and when it attempted to step into those waters, the turns of plot were impressively dated (likely back to the 1980s and the last time Crowe was part of a tour as a journalist). The male characters weren’t much better - there was the POC there just to provide Wisdom to the WEMPBD,there was the sad manwhore who just can’t manage to do his job, some guy with a man bun who I think was supposed to be edgy, and the dude who had a fake British accent because funny? Maybe? And of course, everyone get ready to boo and hiss at the EVIL BUSINESS DUDE who wants to make sure THINGS ARE PROFITABLE! WHO WANTS TO DO A JOB TO MAKE MONEY, AMIRITE? ISN’T IT ALL ABOUT FEELINGS? (I mean, I know that’s why *I* go to work everyday. Not the paycheck that allows me to pay rent or anything). Roadies took the most eye-roll-inducing moments of Jerry Maguire (ones that you wrote off because you figured it was Tom Cruise Cruising) and Almost Famous (which you wrote off because you figured it was a nostalgia piece from the perspective of a 15-year-old), and mashes them together into a giant saccarine stew. (They accuse the old road dog of a horrendous, horrendous crime, but the WEMPBD feels bad for him getting fired and indicted because of his comb over? I nearly threw my ipad across the fucking room.)

While Vinyl had the potential to be good but was squandered by egos, bad writing and the most spectacular overacting this side of William Shatner (Bobby C, I love you mang, but what works on stage does not work on the little screen), Roadies is, in my mind, one of the most spectacular train wrecks of the year. I will likely watch a few more episodes just to see how much worse it gets. Because it’s horrible, terrible, no good and very bad. So bad that I want Showtime to get a few road crew members together to comment on it during episodes in the style of Statler and Waldorf (or MST3K, whichever is your pleasure).

As my friend [livejournal.com profile] lwoodbloo so wisely quoted Dorothy Parker, this is terrible with raisins on it. The special terrible.
offbalance: (Wayne excellent by this is yesterday)
So there's a lot of things I can't get enough of lately.

I've been into St. Vincent since they first exploded onto the indie scene in 2006 or so.

I've never been a huge Nirvana fan. I definitely like them, though. It's taken years, but my appreciation has deepened. Though I will always probably be a bigger Foo Fighters fan at heart, I totally get why Nirvana was huge and so many are so devoted.

I also love the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremony. I wish I could just livestream the whole thing and I think it's utter bullshit that they didn't get to do the jam this year. (also, do not even get me started on how they inducted fucking Cat Stevens when The Stooges have not been inducted. Or so many other more important artists.) HBO does a pretty good job with the broadcast, though.

So, this year, Nirvana was inducted. Totally right on. Michael Stipe gave a great speech to induct them, and they were able to perform 4 songs. And, in a genius decision, they decided to invite 4 incredible female artists to stand in for Kurt, gone lo these 20 years. (Christ fuck, I'm OLD.) And it was awesome. Joan Jett shredded the face off of "Smells Like Teen Spirit." Kim Gordon blew the doors off of the Barclays Center with her rendition of "Aneurysm" (though I didn't care much for the song itself). I've had Lorde's twitchy, bizarre-yet-awesome David-Bowie-Meets-David-Byrne version of "All Apologies" in my head ALL BLOODY DAY. But the best of the four, in my biased opinion, is Annie Clark's take on "Lithium." "Lithium" was (and still is) my favorite Nirvana song. (I always saw it as proof of Kurt's sense of humor - and I loved how bizarre the lyrics were). Plus, it had that amazing bass line. Kurt's version always sounded a bit snarky to me (which I loved!), but Annie's version feels like she's inhabiting the narrator completely, and I can't stop listening to her version. I do not WANT to stop listening to her version. So, naturally, the only one I have available to me is the one recorded from the special on my dvr. Thankfully, digital recording allows for lots of rewinding without worrying you're going to destroy the recording or the recorder.

I also think all four of these women should head out on tour with Pat, Dave and Kris and play Nirvana songs. It can be a limited tour if it has to be, but hot damn. Whoever said that they should get these artists to step in for Kurt was a genius. The songs sound better on them, somehow.

(It's funny, but when they announced that Nirvana was getting inducted this year I joked to [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl that they should have Courtney sing them. Mostly because it would make the heads of SO MANY obnoxious fans that blame Courtney for every hangnail that Kurt ever had explode.)

The powers that release stuff need to get these performances on iTunes yesterday.

******

In two sleeps, I get to see Welcome to Night Vale live. For those of you who are unfamiliar, Welcome to Night Vale is a podcast. To the uninitiated, I describe it as Lake Wobegon as written by H.P. Lovecraft. Over the course of almost 50 episodes, I've experienced this weird and wonderful world, voiced by the mellifluous Cecil Baldwin as only an old-time radio drama can be. It's bizarre and brilliant and free. So, if any of this sounds vaguely interesting, go download the first episode and get listening.

*****

Supernatural is completely meta at this point. It found a place on the fuck-it plateau in crazytown and built a house. And I'm loving every damn minute. Fuck the haters. (and Mark Sheppard is going to be a REGULAR next season. I know he's the Spike of the SPN-verse, and I'm 100% okay with that.)

*********

Also, there's this show called Orphan Black that everyone needs to watch. It's hands down the best sci-fi anything that I've seen in so long I almost didn't know how to react when I first saw it. Granted, it takes a large chunk of the first season to find its feet, but once it does, its off to the races. Tatiana Maslany plays half a dozen clones and they all feel like completely different people. She's a marvel and deserves all of the awards.

Fargo is also fun, and worth watching.

*************

A few months back I went with [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty and [livejournal.com profile] teany to a club in Greenpoint to watch a band play nearly all of the songs in the Beatles songbook. They were trying to break the record of the most Beatles songs played by a single band at a single gig. (Not quite all, and that's fine. No one needs to hear Revolution 9 or Why Don't We Do It In the Road live anyway). The band was great, the experience was amazing, and I've been on a MASSIVE Beatles kick ever since. Massive. A few years ago my wonderful husband bought me that amazing box set of all of the remastered releases, all of which are now on my ipod. I have discovered that:

1. I still am only meh on Let It Be.
2. The White Album has its moments, but it will never be my absolute favorite.
3. Holy Shit why doesn't anyone talk about how AMAZING With The Beatles is? Maybe it's because I never listened to that one as much as Please Please Me or whatever franken-albums were released in the US in its stead, but it wasn't until this boxed set that I got to hear about fucking off the chain that album is. The Beatles are more confident than their first album, but they're not as polished as on subsequent albums. It's a feisty record.
4. They're good. They're SO good. They still manage to sound new.

It's the fiftieth anniversary of A Hard Day's Night in July, and they're bringing it back to theaters 4th of July weekend. I'm going. I'm so going.
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.)
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.)
offbalance: (buffy)
1. So far work is okay, but the week is still young. Didn't come back to any fires. In fact, I'm mostly caught up. Maybe? Sort of?
Moral of the story: Vacations are GOOD.

2. OMG J and I are going to potentially go and visit our potential wedding venue this Sunday. I'm both excited and nauseated. :/ Excited, because, duh. Nauseated, because whenever I am poised to make a large purchase, I feel like I'm going to barf. This goes back to my first big purchase evar, a brand new computer for me paid for with all my own coin, wayback in 2003. I picked out the entire system I wanted, and then after clicking "buy", I needed to go lie down.

3. I really, really want to talk about the Big Love finale, but I can't, because [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty hasn't seen it yet. It was very good. I'm real proud of them and Imma let them finish, but Six Feet Under remains the greatest finale of ALL TIME. Seriously. I just watched the last 10 minutes on You Tube, and I still bawl just like the first time. On a scale where The L-Word remains the most UNSATISFYING series finale of all time (seriously, Eileen Chaiken, wtf. I owe you a punch in the boob if I ever see you) and Six Feet Under remains the most satisfying, I'd say Big Love tips closer to Six Feet Under, and probably hits around the Buffy point on that bell curve. ("Chosen" was pretty damn good, but there were things that I wanted to see for stupid tinhat fannish reasons that I didn't get so I'm a bit sulky. Plus, Season 7 is my least favorite, so there's that, too.)

4. I started this post last night, and now it's morning, and I overslept. Gah.
offbalance: (buffy)
1. So far work is okay, but the week is still young. Didn't come back to any fires. In fact, I'm mostly caught up. Maybe? Sort of?
Moral of the story: Vacations are GOOD.

2. OMG J and I are going to potentially go and visit our potential wedding venue this Sunday. I'm both excited and nauseated. :/ Excited, because, duh. Nauseated, because whenever I am poised to make a large purchase, I feel like I'm going to barf. This goes back to my first big purchase evar, a brand new computer for me paid for with all my own coin, wayback in 2003. I picked out the entire system I wanted, and then after clicking "buy", I needed to go lie down.

3. I really, really want to talk about the Big Love finale, but I can't, because [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty hasn't seen it yet. It was very good. I'm real proud of them and Imma let them finish, but Six Feet Under remains the greatest finale of ALL TIME. Seriously. I just watched the last 10 minutes on You Tube, and I still bawl just like the first time. On a scale where The L-Word remains the most UNSATISFYING series finale of all time (seriously, Eileen Chaiken, wtf. I owe you a punch in the boob if I ever see you) and Six Feet Under remains the most satisfying, I'd say Big Love tips closer to Six Feet Under, and probably hits around the Buffy point on that bell curve. ("Chosen" was pretty damn good, but there were things that I wanted to see for stupid tinhat fannish reasons that I didn't get so I'm a bit sulky. Plus, Season 7 is my least favorite, so there's that, too.)

4. I started this post last night, and now it's morning, and I overslept. Gah.
offbalance: (mm serious as german film)
Man, it has not been a great week for me as a consumer of entertainment. At the moment I'd like to thank Castle, NCIS, The Big Bang Theory, The Vampire Diaries, and Supernatural for being Good to Excellent lately.

- Speaking of my favorite vampire show on network television right now, After Elton posted a hilarious Guide to the Vampire Diaries. I recommend. I am also asquee at the prospect of a new pairing that was hinted at in this week's episode. YES, THIS.

- I still do not have Fox, because Cablevision is run by assholes.

- I still can't decide how I feel about the Rocky Horror episode of Glee. There were some really standout moments ("Hot Patootie," and "Touch-A Touch Me"), Sue's corner, Brittiny's halloween costume. But I felt like the writing has been lagging for weeks and that Schuester was totally acting out of character this week. I love that they're dealing with the fallout between him and Emma, but he's usually smarter than this. If he's going to act out of character, I need the writers to convince me it makes sense. Was the joke of the episode supposed to be that it suffered from pacing problem and script holes, like the real Rocky? I dunno. But when Sue Sylvester is the voice of reason? You have to sit down a minute.

- How I Met Your Mother is really getting sit-commy. It used to be sharp and subversive, now it's getting dumb. However, this week's exploration of the baby-voice thing provided some interest. There's still a spark, I just think they're out of ideas and it's time to pull the plug. Time to take a page out of Lost and Big Love's playbooks and figure out exactly when the end is, and GET ON WITH IT.

- Oh, Project Runway, we are sooo in a fight right now. Spoilers! )

- The Marie Claire brouhaha has been reported and discussed in many areas, and to my satisfaction. I'm not linking to the original piece, as per [livejournal.com profile] antheia's suggestion in her excellent essay on the subject. (I also thought [livejournal.com profile] laughingirl's piece was fantastic too). I've had issues with MC for awhile now, mainly due to their half-assed attempts to be "down" with both feminism (which they occasionally get right. Occasionally) and people who are plus-sized that love fashion. They started a column some time ago called "Big Girl in a Skinny World," which I wanted to love, but hated instantly. The tone of the pieces are generally of the "Oh, poor us! We're too heavy to wear all those hot clothes our skinny friends can! But here's something that's not a mumu!" Only in the very most recent one does the essayist show a little bit of a chip on her shoulder about how she is treated by the often fat-phobic fashion industry. (A sales associate told her that she shouldn't buy a pair of skinny jeans -in her size - without even seeing them on the writer. The writer replied, "Tell it to my Amex.") I've been hoping for futher improvement, but between the "I hate looking at fat people" essay, and the fact that the idiot fashion director who is a PR judge clearly has no taste in fashion, I may have to tell them to go screw. I always liked Allure better, to be perfectly honest. (MC got me for another year because of Tim Gunn's column. And as much as I love Tim Gunn, he may not be enough this time.

- I haven't been watching the World Series, due to the combination of no Fox and no interest. Still, I always enjoy the parade of talent as we try to predict who the Yankees are going to try to sign next year. Not sure how I feel about Cliff Lee - yes, he's fabulous now, but after signing some supposed marquee players that went pfft, I'm leery. Then again, there's potential Cy Young Award winner CC Sabathia. So you never know.

- I can haz a voice again! I lost my voice last Saturday and didn't get any part of it back until late Tuesday. NOT FUN.

- That's about all the lunchtime I have left, so Happy Halloween everybody!
offbalance: (mm serious as german film)
Man, it has not been a great week for me as a consumer of entertainment. At the moment I'd like to thank Castle, NCIS, The Big Bang Theory, The Vampire Diaries, and Supernatural for being Good to Excellent lately.

- Speaking of my favorite vampire show on network television right now, After Elton posted a hilarious Guide to the Vampire Diaries. I recommend. I am also asquee at the prospect of a new pairing that was hinted at in this week's episode. YES, THIS.

- I still do not have Fox, because Cablevision is run by assholes.

- I still can't decide how I feel about the Rocky Horror episode of Glee. There were some really standout moments ("Hot Patootie," and "Touch-A Touch Me"), Sue's corner, Brittiny's halloween costume. But I felt like the writing has been lagging for weeks and that Schuester was totally acting out of character this week. I love that they're dealing with the fallout between him and Emma, but he's usually smarter than this. If he's going to act out of character, I need the writers to convince me it makes sense. Was the joke of the episode supposed to be that it suffered from pacing problem and script holes, like the real Rocky? I dunno. But when Sue Sylvester is the voice of reason? You have to sit down a minute.

- How I Met Your Mother is really getting sit-commy. It used to be sharp and subversive, now it's getting dumb. However, this week's exploration of the baby-voice thing provided some interest. There's still a spark, I just think they're out of ideas and it's time to pull the plug. Time to take a page out of Lost and Big Love's playbooks and figure out exactly when the end is, and GET ON WITH IT.

- Oh, Project Runway, we are sooo in a fight right now. Spoilers! )

- The Marie Claire brouhaha has been reported and discussed in many areas, and to my satisfaction. I'm not linking to the original piece, as per [livejournal.com profile] antheia's suggestion in her excellent essay on the subject. (I also thought [livejournal.com profile] laughingirl's piece was fantastic too). I've had issues with MC for awhile now, mainly due to their half-assed attempts to be "down" with both feminism (which they occasionally get right. Occasionally) and people who are plus-sized that love fashion. They started a column some time ago called "Big Girl in a Skinny World," which I wanted to love, but hated instantly. The tone of the pieces are generally of the "Oh, poor us! We're too heavy to wear all those hot clothes our skinny friends can! But here's something that's not a mumu!" Only in the very most recent one does the essayist show a little bit of a chip on her shoulder about how she is treated by the often fat-phobic fashion industry. (A sales associate told her that she shouldn't buy a pair of skinny jeans -in her size - without even seeing them on the writer. The writer replied, "Tell it to my Amex.") I've been hoping for futher improvement, but between the "I hate looking at fat people" essay, and the fact that the idiot fashion director who is a PR judge clearly has no taste in fashion, I may have to tell them to go screw. I always liked Allure better, to be perfectly honest. (MC got me for another year because of Tim Gunn's column. And as much as I love Tim Gunn, he may not be enough this time.

- I haven't been watching the World Series, due to the combination of no Fox and no interest. Still, I always enjoy the parade of talent as we try to predict who the Yankees are going to try to sign next year. Not sure how I feel about Cliff Lee - yes, he's fabulous now, but after signing some supposed marquee players that went pfft, I'm leery. Then again, there's potential Cy Young Award winner CC Sabathia. So you never know.

- I can haz a voice again! I lost my voice last Saturday and didn't get any part of it back until late Tuesday. NOT FUN.

- That's about all the lunchtime I have left, so Happy Halloween everybody!
offbalance: (dr. who)
I've done a few things this weekend:

I've finally finished S3 of Doctor Who (the reboot, that is). And I was quite pleased. I also procured "Voyage of the Damned" to watch on my ipod, so I can get back on the horse with some S4.

I made it back to Corner Bistro. And I have to say, with the right people, the right night, and the right bartender, there are far worse places to grab a burger and a beer. (They have McSorley's on tap for $2.50. Yes, you read that correctly.) The Bistro burger is a succulent pillow of meat, topped with crispy bacon and American cheese. I got an appreciative smile from the bartender as I tried to stretch the last few bites Friday night. They really know what the hell they're doing over there. Why do I never remember to go during summer hours? (I've been watching several hours' worth of Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations. Can't you tell?)

Saturday I got a chance to do something I've never done before: go to the Jersey Shore. [livejournal.com profile] katiebea invited me down, and I got to take in the sights of Asbury Park and Red Bank for the day. It was an excellent time - I finally had some good onion rings, and got to spend some time in, of all things, a pinball museum. A++. Asbury was a beautiful combination of new development and recovering blight. And as someone who on occasion finds decaying buildings beautiful, I was really taken with the buildings we saw. Red Bank is an adorable little town - filled with appealing eateries and shopping (and I finally got to make my pilgrimage to Jay & Silent Bob's Secret Stash. I bought a comic. It was smaller than I was expecting, but I've finally been. The guy behind the counter was watching Mystery Science Theater 3000. If I lived nearby, I'd be back.) We finished the day at a great Mexican place called Carlos O'Connor's. I only wish my stomach had been equal to the challenge, but it was still delicious, and a day filled with good company, too.

Sunday I spent the day watching movies, eating donuts, and drinking wine with [livejournal.com profile] airspaniel. Now that was aces. Except I think we overdid it on the crap food after a rather nice home-made brunch of eggs, sausage and a potato-onion-Worcestershire sauce combo [livejournal.com profile] airspaniel suggested that I am SO making next time I get my hands on some potatoes. Hot damn. Mostly it was just fun to chill at home.

Today J and I spent some time with my folks, which was also very nice. I was relieved to discover that it is indeed possible to get good whole wheat pancakes outside of the home, as I feared I couldn't after a visit to a Hoboken pancake house earlier this summer. Then we came home, finally watched the last two episodes of Friday Night Lights, had a snack, and just took it easy. I needed that so very much. So very much. I honestly felt really worn out - I don't know if it was due to a specific cause or several causes together - I was just exhausted.

I've been kicking back and watching Bourdain and Buffy, two great tastes that go great together. And I can still say the dialogue along with all of Buffy/Angel scenes in "The Prom," and "Graduation Day parts I&II." No, really. It's kind of disturbing. And still so frigging good. I've been tinkering around with a fic that involves Buffy, Sookie, and Elena from the Vampire Diaries sitting Bella Swan down for an "Oh, honey, NO" type conversation about her relationship. But I'd also really love to write out Buffy and Sookie shooting the shit about all the drama they've endured in their relationships and comparing notes. Because that would entertain me. And Vampire Diaries comes back on Thursday, which positively delights me.

Tomorrow is back to the grind and trivia after! The good part is that we're back to normal hours as of tomorrow. Start by 9, leave at 5. I'm so delighted by this, I don't even care that I no longer get to leave early on Friday. On the balance? This is WAY better. Way better.

And now to make some lunch and get to sleep.
offbalance: (dr. who)
I've done a few things this weekend:

I've finally finished S3 of Doctor Who (the reboot, that is). And I was quite pleased. I also procured "Voyage of the Damned" to watch on my ipod, so I can get back on the horse with some S4.

I made it back to Corner Bistro. And I have to say, with the right people, the right night, and the right bartender, there are far worse places to grab a burger and a beer. (They have McSorley's on tap for $2.50. Yes, you read that correctly.) The Bistro burger is a succulent pillow of meat, topped with crispy bacon and American cheese. I got an appreciative smile from the bartender as I tried to stretch the last few bites Friday night. They really know what the hell they're doing over there. Why do I never remember to go during summer hours? (I've been watching several hours' worth of Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations. Can't you tell?)

Saturday I got a chance to do something I've never done before: go to the Jersey Shore. [livejournal.com profile] katiebea invited me down, and I got to take in the sights of Asbury Park and Red Bank for the day. It was an excellent time - I finally had some good onion rings, and got to spend some time in, of all things, a pinball museum. A++. Asbury was a beautiful combination of new development and recovering blight. And as someone who on occasion finds decaying buildings beautiful, I was really taken with the buildings we saw. Red Bank is an adorable little town - filled with appealing eateries and shopping (and I finally got to make my pilgrimage to Jay & Silent Bob's Secret Stash. I bought a comic. It was smaller than I was expecting, but I've finally been. The guy behind the counter was watching Mystery Science Theater 3000. If I lived nearby, I'd be back.) We finished the day at a great Mexican place called Carlos O'Connor's. I only wish my stomach had been equal to the challenge, but it was still delicious, and a day filled with good company, too.

Sunday I spent the day watching movies, eating donuts, and drinking wine with [livejournal.com profile] airspaniel. Now that was aces. Except I think we overdid it on the crap food after a rather nice home-made brunch of eggs, sausage and a potato-onion-Worcestershire sauce combo [livejournal.com profile] airspaniel suggested that I am SO making next time I get my hands on some potatoes. Hot damn. Mostly it was just fun to chill at home.

Today J and I spent some time with my folks, which was also very nice. I was relieved to discover that it is indeed possible to get good whole wheat pancakes outside of the home, as I feared I couldn't after a visit to a Hoboken pancake house earlier this summer. Then we came home, finally watched the last two episodes of Friday Night Lights, had a snack, and just took it easy. I needed that so very much. So very much. I honestly felt really worn out - I don't know if it was due to a specific cause or several causes together - I was just exhausted.

I've been kicking back and watching Bourdain and Buffy, two great tastes that go great together. And I can still say the dialogue along with all of Buffy/Angel scenes in "The Prom," and "Graduation Day parts I&II." No, really. It's kind of disturbing. And still so frigging good. I've been tinkering around with a fic that involves Buffy, Sookie, and Elena from the Vampire Diaries sitting Bella Swan down for an "Oh, honey, NO" type conversation about her relationship. But I'd also really love to write out Buffy and Sookie shooting the shit about all the drama they've endured in their relationships and comparing notes. Because that would entertain me. And Vampire Diaries comes back on Thursday, which positively delights me.

Tomorrow is back to the grind and trivia after! The good part is that we're back to normal hours as of tomorrow. Start by 9, leave at 5. I'm so delighted by this, I don't even care that I no longer get to leave early on Friday. On the balance? This is WAY better. Way better.

And now to make some lunch and get to sleep.
offbalance: (Bridget fuuuuuuck by iamjoey)
So, after a fantabulous weekend, in which I got to spend many hours with many awesome folks (including [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl ), I was rested and ready to head back to work yesterday morning.   Instead, I woke up with what I have now dubbed the Stomapocalypse.  I'll spare the NSFL details, but my entire digestive system decided to result.   I am unsure if it was food poisoning (the place we ate sunday night was a tad sketch), a stomach virus (my spectacular fall last week could have delivered a shock to my system that lowered my immune defense), or the fact that the tacos I ordered sunday night came out heaped high with guacamole, which I was not prepared for nor expected.  So I had to send them back, and I'm reasonably sure they just scraped it off, so it could have been an allergic reaction.  I slept most of the day, and when I wasn't sleeping, I was curled up in the fetal position or expelling the evil particles from my system.  Ugh. 

When I finally DID feel better, after some bland food and a few hours of my new obsession, Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations, I felt well enough to venture outside of my abode to check the mail.  This is my standard-issue "am I ready for the commute to work" test, and it went just fine.  

Then I got back to my apartment and discovered the trackball was gone from my blackberry.  ::facepalm::   A search was fruitless. 
Thank FUCK I paid for that dumbass phone insurance.   $50 later, a shiny new blackberry was sent to me.  And arrived at 10am.  \o/  It's almost back in working order, I just need to upload my address book and whatever else I backed up last night.  

As I said on twitter yesterday, it's hard to believe that one can have a bad day without leaving home, but I still managed.  Blah. 

Only good parts of yesterday involved tv.   Leverage and True Blood deserve shout-outs, too. (LOL forever at the In Memoriam that ran before this week's True Blood)  I was not satisfied with the ending of Huge.  Too little was resolved, in my opinion.  But White Collar and Covert Affairs tonight!  ::bounce:: 

And this is my last week of summer hours at work.  The bad news is, no more early Fridays.  BUT!  It also means I go back to starting at 9 and leaving at 5, which I am actually looking forward to.  
offbalance: (Bridget fuuuuuuck by iamjoey)
So, after a fantabulous weekend, in which I got to spend many hours with many awesome folks (including [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl ), I was rested and ready to head back to work yesterday morning.   Instead, I woke up with what I have now dubbed the Stomapocalypse.  I'll spare the NSFL details, but my entire digestive system decided to result.   I am unsure if it was food poisoning (the place we ate sunday night was a tad sketch), a stomach virus (my spectacular fall last week could have delivered a shock to my system that lowered my immune defense), or the fact that the tacos I ordered sunday night came out heaped high with guacamole, which I was not prepared for nor expected.  So I had to send them back, and I'm reasonably sure they just scraped it off, so it could have been an allergic reaction.  I slept most of the day, and when I wasn't sleeping, I was curled up in the fetal position or expelling the evil particles from my system.  Ugh. 

When I finally DID feel better, after some bland food and a few hours of my new obsession, Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations, I felt well enough to venture outside of my abode to check the mail.  This is my standard-issue "am I ready for the commute to work" test, and it went just fine.  

Then I got back to my apartment and discovered the trackball was gone from my blackberry.  ::facepalm::   A search was fruitless. 
Thank FUCK I paid for that dumbass phone insurance.   $50 later, a shiny new blackberry was sent to me.  And arrived at 10am.  \o/  It's almost back in working order, I just need to upload my address book and whatever else I backed up last night.  

As I said on twitter yesterday, it's hard to believe that one can have a bad day without leaving home, but I still managed.  Blah. 

Only good parts of yesterday involved tv.   Leverage and True Blood deserve shout-outs, too. (LOL forever at the In Memoriam that ran before this week's True Blood)  I was not satisfied with the ending of Huge.  Too little was resolved, in my opinion.  But White Collar and Covert Affairs tonight!  ::bounce:: 

And this is my last week of summer hours at work.  The bad news is, no more early Fridays.  BUT!  It also means I go back to starting at 9 and leaving at 5, which I am actually looking forward to.  
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: (buffy becoming)
The Good: There's a Buffy marathon on Logo, which will be running the show regularly now. Buffy is back on tv, which warms me inside.

The Bad: I no longer have the Food network, because Ghettovision continues to be run by cheap motherfuckers who don't know how to cough up for a good thing. It's bad enough I don't have BBC America, or have to pay a lot extra for IFC, now I'm also deprived some of the best background noise available. Oh, and Alton Brown! New season of Good Eats is ready to go in days, and the cheap-ass Dolans won't caugh up for the most popular networks around. And! To make matters even more lulzy, they're blaming it all on Scripps, saying that network is having financial difficulties. Uh, no. The opposite, actually. They're just charging what they believe their channels are worth, and knowing what I know about the owners of Cablevision? They wanted to pay tin prices for gold.

After all, this is the cable network that, after the YES network was introduced, refused to make a deal with the Yankees for it. And stood scratching its head while subscribers switched to Direct TV and DISH network in droves. Per family legend, after it was announced that Cablevision (which we had at the time) would NOT be carrying YES, my tv-hating mom looked at my dad and said, "Are you really going to put up with this shit?" He called Direct TV and set up an appointment not long after.

[livejournal.com profile] redesigner, in his ever-so-brilliant thesis, talked about how the future of tv, particularly cable tv, involved a-la-carte packages, where you select what you want, you pay for it, and that's that. I kind of wish we were there already - I have hundreds - hundreds! - of channels I don't watch and will never watch (including 7 religion-themed ones, ones in languages I don't speak, and tons of kid-themed ones I have no use for.) I kind of wish the future was now in that respect. If you've ever had a salad from a Midtown deli, it'd be the same idea. You pay a base price for the salad. Then, depending on where you go, you either get a certain number of premium ingredients (meats, fancy cheese, etc.), or you pay per what you want. Then, you get up to a certain number of less-than-premium ingredients (carrots, tomatoes, cucumbers, etc.), or as many as you want to pick. I don't get why the salad method wouldn't work here. Except, of course. I forgot. Corporate greed. It's what makes our country great! *eyeroll*

Be back in a bit with my 2009 recap.
offbalance: (buffy becoming)
The Good: There's a Buffy marathon on Logo, which will be running the show regularly now. Buffy is back on tv, which warms me inside.

The Bad: I no longer have the Food network, because Ghettovision continues to be run by cheap motherfuckers who don't know how to cough up for a good thing. It's bad enough I don't have BBC America, or have to pay a lot extra for IFC, now I'm also deprived some of the best background noise available. Oh, and Alton Brown! New season of Good Eats is ready to go in days, and the cheap-ass Dolans won't caugh up for the most popular networks around. And! To make matters even more lulzy, they're blaming it all on Scripps, saying that network is having financial difficulties. Uh, no. The opposite, actually. They're just charging what they believe their channels are worth, and knowing what I know about the owners of Cablevision? They wanted to pay tin prices for gold.

After all, this is the cable network that, after the YES network was introduced, refused to make a deal with the Yankees for it. And stood scratching its head while subscribers switched to Direct TV and DISH network in droves. Per family legend, after it was announced that Cablevision (which we had at the time) would NOT be carrying YES, my tv-hating mom looked at my dad and said, "Are you really going to put up with this shit?" He called Direct TV and set up an appointment not long after.

[livejournal.com profile] redesigner, in his ever-so-brilliant thesis, talked about how the future of tv, particularly cable tv, involved a-la-carte packages, where you select what you want, you pay for it, and that's that. I kind of wish we were there already - I have hundreds - hundreds! - of channels I don't watch and will never watch (including 7 religion-themed ones, ones in languages I don't speak, and tons of kid-themed ones I have no use for.) I kind of wish the future was now in that respect. If you've ever had a salad from a Midtown deli, it'd be the same idea. You pay a base price for the salad. Then, depending on where you go, you either get a certain number of premium ingredients (meats, fancy cheese, etc.), or you pay per what you want. Then, you get up to a certain number of less-than-premium ingredients (carrots, tomatoes, cucumbers, etc.), or as many as you want to pick. I don't get why the salad method wouldn't work here. Except, of course. I forgot. Corporate greed. It's what makes our country great! *eyeroll*

Be back in a bit with my 2009 recap.
offbalance: (Watchmen - time out)
The usual case with me is that I never realize I'm tired until I stop moving. Score one for inertia, that.

But the last 3-4 weeks I've felt like a hamster on a wheel. Never stopped moving once. It's been stressful, too. Work was nuts, and school was kicking my ass hard. Of course, as is the case with these things, I ALSO had a ton of social obligations (granted all ones I was looking forward to, but still) fall on my head as well.

By Thursday? I was a crispy critter. I think it's kind of why I fell asleep before 11 on Friday. But this weekend? Aside from a brunch? I've done NOTHING. And it's been really and truly what I needed.

At the moment I'm taking a break from studying for tomorrow's income tax law exam (barf). But yeah, I'm still here, I've just been barely able to say anything longer than 140 characters. To pretty much anyone.

I'm still proud of myself for fighting through like a Winchester, and also remembering that sometimes it's really, truly okay to have a weekend where you really don't do much of anything. In fact, sometimes it's even important.

A few things, in brief, because I'm not sure if I'm going to get the chance to write more:

- I was really excited to get to see U2 with the people I saw them with. However, the show itself didn't impress me nearly as much as the first one I saw on the Vertigo tour. It felt a tiny bit like the band was phoning it in, but then again, I felt the exact same way about the most recent album. (There was a terrible, terrible, terrible dance remix during the set, too. Just awful. Bad. It sounded like one of the cheesy mixes WKTU plays late at night on the weekends. Blah.) I also could not believe that they didn't do Pride. I was stunned, really. What's a U2 set without Pride? It was also the end of a rather crazed and exhausting week, so by the time I got to the concert I was close to wiped out. Still, they played Mysterious Ways, and the Unforgettable Fire (which is one of my all-time favorite songs of theirs), a beautiful version of Stay and an awesome version of Until the End of the World. I would have preferred fewer songs from the new album, that's all.

- OMG YANKEES. I'm loving the ALCS so far, particularly how the Angels have been best described by the instrumental known as "Yakety Sax," best known for being the theme to Benny Hill. The opposing team's errors are grand, but even more grand is watching my boys come together in the post season like gangbusters. It's been SO exciting, and gratifying, because I know in my heart that this squad has it in them to go all the way. I know it. There feels a good combination of talent, chemistry, and enthusiasm that I haven't seen since the 90s Dynasty. I'm just trying not to let it stress me out, though. In my world, the post season is SRS BZNSS.

-Teevee: Ugly Betty returned on Friday and the writing is the strongest it's been since the first season (finally). I'm continuing to love new shows Glee and The Vampire Diaries (oh, great cracktastic fun!) But Eastwick is losing me, hard. I want more magic, and less bumbling. Everything is cliched and silly, and I can see coming from 10 miles away. I'm not caring enough about the characters, and some of them flat out annoy me (the journalist especially. I kind of want to smack her, repeatedly, at least once an episode). Still, Sara Rue is awesome, and she will keep me hooked for a little while longer. New-to-me show Big Bang Theory continues to severely rock my world. I started mainlining episodes Labor day weekend, and I absolutely fell in love with the show (Sheldon!! I love me some Sheldon. But the other characters fail to be stereotypes, and continue to be likeable. Plus, the writing is marvelous.)

I'm still waiting for How I Met Your Mother to stop being painfully lame. The episode last week about the couple dating was just terrible - although the Sexless inkeeper part had flashes of the old genius to it. When a Jason Siegel song can't save the writing? Trouble. I hate hate hate what they're doing to Marshall & Lily. Granted, there are moments where they remain fun and cool (the Lily Stripper especially), but why the hell have they turned into these lameass, trying-to-hard, bland-as-crap, typical sitcom couple? Bring back the Marshmallow and Lilypad we know and love! Not these pod people that book B&B weekends with their couple friends without asking, but the ones who blew them off to sit at home, order takeout and watch cheesy tv marathons ("Zip Zip Zip"). You know, the ones that would rather throw themselves out a window than have a wine-and-cheese night. (And literally did, in "O.K. Awesome") Please bring the real Marshall and Lily back, okay? Thanks.

(Otherwise, still loving Castle, NCIS, Gossip Girl, Bones, Supernatural [duh. this is on the way to be the best.season.ever!!], Dollhouse [though I'm two weeks behind!] and Mad Men)

-Cooking: Not getting to do enough of it lately. But I've had some good moments:

1. This curried shepherd's pie was such a big hit that I'm going to make it exactly as written next time, instead of just making one. I'm either going to invite others over to share, or I'm going to to freeze one, as written. We shall see.

2. Last Sunday, we had a lovely day with J's parents. We went to the Walkway Over the Hudson (which was so, so awesome), and had a lovely day in general. In the evening, we dined at a charming little old-school Italian place in Dobbs Ferry. His mom gave us her leftovers, some kind of sausage-and-peppers dish. I took that home, and a day or two later, added more peppers, spinach, and some rotini pasta and came up with a rather tasty re-imagining of the leftovers. It wasn't anything special or complicated, but it was delicious, and those usually wind up being the meals I'm proudest of.

3. Yesterday, I made a tuna casserole, my mom's recipe. We have plenty of leftovers for the week. Score!

4. Tonight I'm finishing other leftover items (another head of spinach, some sweet potatoes, some other leftover veggies) we have and making chicken cutlets to go with them. Also debating making some cous cous, which would go nicely with all of these things and be something nice to have in the fridge as well. I may have just talked myself into it, since it's so damn easy to make! Also, more leftovers = good things.

Speaking of, it's almost 6:30, and time to crank WRXP (the best station in NYC right now) and get cracking.
offbalance: (Watchmen - time out)
The usual case with me is that I never realize I'm tired until I stop moving. Score one for inertia, that.

But the last 3-4 weeks I've felt like a hamster on a wheel. Never stopped moving once. It's been stressful, too. Work was nuts, and school was kicking my ass hard. Of course, as is the case with these things, I ALSO had a ton of social obligations (granted all ones I was looking forward to, but still) fall on my head as well.

By Thursday? I was a crispy critter. I think it's kind of why I fell asleep before 11 on Friday. But this weekend? Aside from a brunch? I've done NOTHING. And it's been really and truly what I needed.

At the moment I'm taking a break from studying for tomorrow's income tax law exam (barf). But yeah, I'm still here, I've just been barely able to say anything longer than 140 characters. To pretty much anyone.

I'm still proud of myself for fighting through like a Winchester, and also remembering that sometimes it's really, truly okay to have a weekend where you really don't do much of anything. In fact, sometimes it's even important.

A few things, in brief, because I'm not sure if I'm going to get the chance to write more:

- I was really excited to get to see U2 with the people I saw them with. However, the show itself didn't impress me nearly as much as the first one I saw on the Vertigo tour. It felt a tiny bit like the band was phoning it in, but then again, I felt the exact same way about the most recent album. (There was a terrible, terrible, terrible dance remix during the set, too. Just awful. Bad. It sounded like one of the cheesy mixes WKTU plays late at night on the weekends. Blah.) I also could not believe that they didn't do Pride. I was stunned, really. What's a U2 set without Pride? It was also the end of a rather crazed and exhausting week, so by the time I got to the concert I was close to wiped out. Still, they played Mysterious Ways, and the Unforgettable Fire (which is one of my all-time favorite songs of theirs), a beautiful version of Stay and an awesome version of Until the End of the World. I would have preferred fewer songs from the new album, that's all.

- OMG YANKEES. I'm loving the ALCS so far, particularly how the Angels have been best described by the instrumental known as "Yakety Sax," best known for being the theme to Benny Hill. The opposing team's errors are grand, but even more grand is watching my boys come together in the post season like gangbusters. It's been SO exciting, and gratifying, because I know in my heart that this squad has it in them to go all the way. I know it. There feels a good combination of talent, chemistry, and enthusiasm that I haven't seen since the 90s Dynasty. I'm just trying not to let it stress me out, though. In my world, the post season is SRS BZNSS.

-Teevee: Ugly Betty returned on Friday and the writing is the strongest it's been since the first season (finally). I'm continuing to love new shows Glee and The Vampire Diaries (oh, great cracktastic fun!) But Eastwick is losing me, hard. I want more magic, and less bumbling. Everything is cliched and silly, and I can see coming from 10 miles away. I'm not caring enough about the characters, and some of them flat out annoy me (the journalist especially. I kind of want to smack her, repeatedly, at least once an episode). Still, Sara Rue is awesome, and she will keep me hooked for a little while longer. New-to-me show Big Bang Theory continues to severely rock my world. I started mainlining episodes Labor day weekend, and I absolutely fell in love with the show (Sheldon!! I love me some Sheldon. But the other characters fail to be stereotypes, and continue to be likeable. Plus, the writing is marvelous.)

I'm still waiting for How I Met Your Mother to stop being painfully lame. The episode last week about the couple dating was just terrible - although the Sexless inkeeper part had flashes of the old genius to it. When a Jason Siegel song can't save the writing? Trouble. I hate hate hate what they're doing to Marshall & Lily. Granted, there are moments where they remain fun and cool (the Lily Stripper especially), but why the hell have they turned into these lameass, trying-to-hard, bland-as-crap, typical sitcom couple? Bring back the Marshmallow and Lilypad we know and love! Not these pod people that book B&B weekends with their couple friends without asking, but the ones who blew them off to sit at home, order takeout and watch cheesy tv marathons ("Zip Zip Zip"). You know, the ones that would rather throw themselves out a window than have a wine-and-cheese night. (And literally did, in "O.K. Awesome") Please bring the real Marshall and Lily back, okay? Thanks.

(Otherwise, still loving Castle, NCIS, Gossip Girl, Bones, Supernatural [duh. this is on the way to be the best.season.ever!!], Dollhouse [though I'm two weeks behind!] and Mad Men)

-Cooking: Not getting to do enough of it lately. But I've had some good moments:

1. This curried shepherd's pie was such a big hit that I'm going to make it exactly as written next time, instead of just making one. I'm either going to invite others over to share, or I'm going to to freeze one, as written. We shall see.

2. Last Sunday, we had a lovely day with J's parents. We went to the Walkway Over the Hudson (which was so, so awesome), and had a lovely day in general. In the evening, we dined at a charming little old-school Italian place in Dobbs Ferry. His mom gave us her leftovers, some kind of sausage-and-peppers dish. I took that home, and a day or two later, added more peppers, spinach, and some rotini pasta and came up with a rather tasty re-imagining of the leftovers. It wasn't anything special or complicated, but it was delicious, and those usually wind up being the meals I'm proudest of.

3. Yesterday, I made a tuna casserole, my mom's recipe. We have plenty of leftovers for the week. Score!

4. Tonight I'm finishing other leftover items (another head of spinach, some sweet potatoes, some other leftover veggies) we have and making chicken cutlets to go with them. Also debating making some cous cous, which would go nicely with all of these things and be something nice to have in the fridge as well. I may have just talked myself into it, since it's so damn easy to make! Also, more leftovers = good things.

Speaking of, it's almost 6:30, and time to crank WRXP (the best station in NYC right now) and get cracking.

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