ZOMG FIRE OVER THE HILL FROM MY HOUSE. THIS IS EXCITING.

I thought going to bed and getting some space from last night's finale would help me get over what happened, but it didn't. I'm still a wee bit angry. So I wrote what might be considered a rant. It's really rough and unedited, so don't hate please. My Rose fangirl is showing. Also, there's some swears.

I should probably also say right now that I am biased. I'm a sucker for tragically doomed romances (Susan & Marcus in Babylon 5, Buffy & Angel, Romeo & Juliet, all that jazz). I occasionally go for the Powercouple (Lizzy & Darcy, F'lar & Lessa in the Pern series), but I'm not a big fan of "yay, let's get married and have lots of babies" romance.

( Stranded on a beach in Norway. Again. What a way to go. )

It sounds rather like the title of a Harry Potter chapter. I suppose that was "Spinner's End," though.

( Spoilers. If you even care anymore. )

I think I'm going to take a break from Who, even the old stuff. I need to forget the end of this season, or at least get to the point where I can make fun of it. And when I need a fix of my favorite time travelling alien, I'm going to load up on Seven, and maybe some Four.

Once again, Rusty makes me love him and hate him at the same time. IT'S DRIVING ME NUTS.

( The Stollen Earth. Like the German bread. You know it would be so much better. )
Um, sorry for the capslock.

A while ago, when the WB was going off the air and played the pilot episodes of their best shows one Sunday, I caught the beginnings of Buffy and Angel (and also Felicity, but that really has no bearings on this post). My friend Dana lent me the first two seasons of Buffy, and we started watching them together, but I really wasn't that interested. I mean, it was a decent show (and the young!Joss dialog was so fun), but it really didn't capture my interest. So I stopped watching.

Then, I read Twilight. And Dracula. And Sunshine. And watched Underworld and Queen of the Damned again. And I even watched Interview with a Vampire (although that was a waste of three hours). And vampires ate my brain.

I've started watching Buffy again and, naturally, I love it. Part of me wants to make a really obvious "It's exactly my brand of heroin(e)" joke right now, but Stephenie Meyer got it all wrong.

The characters are so great, even when the episodes get really predictable and the demon of the week is boring (and totally not scary), I have to keep watching. Because Giles is so cool and librarian-y, and I really loved Ms Calendar (eff you Angelus, and also Joss). Willow is great, and I love how Xander is basically the televised version of Stimson Snead (it's scary sometimes). I even love Cordelia. I love Buffy and Angel's relationship (well, I did until Joss got all ironic on me) and how it's making me squirm in a very good way; too bad Stephenie Meyer didn't watch this show at all, she definitely could have improved Twilight.

(Speaking of that, with the Buffyverse in mind, Edward's concern for Bella's soul and his angst over his own 'soulless' state would, in fact, point in the direction that he has a conscience, and therefore a soul. So the point is moot. Breaking Dawn is going to be so much fun.)

Anyway, I think I've watched enough cheesy scifi that most of the episodes aren't remotely scary (except for the few that don't feature vampires--like the "Bad Eggs" one and the one where the kids were getting killed in the hospital). And even when it gets boring, Joss can tell a great story.

I have one disc left of the second season, so don't mind me if I start yelling "Check the yellow floppy!" at Willow sometime soon.

"I have the two qualities necessary to see absolute truth: to be brilliant and unloved."

Is this some foreshadowing for Davros? I'm interested to see if the finale plays with truth/untruth.

PS. Indexed is a great blog. She's so witty, it's painful.

I always knew I would end up reading the Twilight sequels. The first book was just so cheesy and cute that I was sucked in. I was going to wait until the paperbacks came out, but when I found them online I couldn't help myself (especially as I had just finished Dune earlier that day and was floundering for something to read).

New Moon was really tedious, but I slogged through because the second book is always the angsty one (a la Empire Strikes Back). The only thing that kept me hanging on was the bits with Jacob Black. He seems a little more sane and a little more human (and a little more removed from the prevalent 30something mother voice that hovers over all the other characters). And there was great Vampire drama at the end.

Eclipse started out strong, especially coming off the black hole of the book before it, but it wasn't as funny. Mostly, it tried to be serious and I started getting really bored with knowing plot developments 50 or more pages before any of the characters did. Then Bella turns bitchy Edward and Jacob become even more manipulative and honestly, I'm sick of the "Wah, I want to be a vampire but I don't want to get married but lets have sex anyway" crap. And now I'm pissed off. If I had in my possession an actual copy of Eclipse, I might burn it.

The problem is, now the Twilightverse has infested by brain. I'm still seething over how the last book ended, but I can't stop thinking about it. RAR, STEPHENIE MEYER, WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME.

Seriously, I was watching Queen of the Damned (augh, this vampire kick I've been on needs to end soon) this afternoon, and when Lestat went out in the sunlight all I could think of was WHY ARE YOU NOT SPARKLING, DAMMIT.

One: Uncle Rusty is no more! No, really.

Two: I have in my possession PDF copies o' dubious legality of both New Moon and Eclipse. Considering that the books are not worth $8 (I've read better fanfic) and are completely lolarious, I definitely got a good deal on my roffles today.

Three: RAIN!

I like Eurovision, but seriously? I want Who.

Regarding the episode: the 20s, Agatha Christie, a giant wasp, Indian gems and messing with genuine historical events while bandying about literary references (Edward Lear FTW) mean a completely ridiculous but very entertaining episode.

I took my brother to see Prince Caspian last night (I never go see movies with my brother; it was fun, I shall do it again). So I suppose I should write up a reaction post.
( Cut for rambling. )

A trailer for Joss Whedon's new series Dollhouse. I'm not sure how I feel about this one. It's got a great premise, and the prospect of a television show discussing issues like the soul is kinda exciting (especially if it's Joss). The premise (various people who can be "loaded" with different muscle memory, regular memory and skills for various missions) is really awesome, but I think it could jump the shark if it's not treated well (like when Alias tended to get really gratuitous with locations and outfits for Sydney). I'm tentative, but I was tentative with Firefly. So it'll probably be amazing, even if it doesn't have Summer Glau.

more cat pictures

Last Friday I had a test in Native Americans of North America. I knew the material fairly well, but still ran up against a few questions I didn't know, like this one:

Who was Captain Jack?

Well, I can tell you about Captain Jack the Former Time Agent/Conman from the 51st century, and his exploits in Cardiff. I could tell you about Captain Jack the Pirate, who has the awesomest pirate hair ever. I could even tell you about Captain Jack the character from my dad's old bedtime stories, who flew an nifty spaceship and had adventures across the galaxies.

But Captain Jack the Indian? I vaguely remember reading about him. Oops.

I actually liked this episode, on the most part. ( Spoilers. )

Next week: Giant freaking bees. I can't wait!

» Moulin Rouge soundtrack.

» He played Nikola Tesla in The Prestige. Tesla? Pwns.

» David Bowie radio on Pandora.

» One word: Eighties-tastic.

So I'm just sitting here, searching for pictures of cars and backgrounds to use for my computer graphics project (BMW 2002tii, anyone?), listening to David Bowie radio on Pandora.com, when all of the sudden I hear the strains of a techno remix. And it's not any techno remix, it's of the old DeBeer's diamonds piece they used in tv commercials many years ago. It's a brilliant song (my old dance studio did a piece to it that will blow your mind), and now it has a techno remix. Bliss.

Should I type techno remix one more time for good measure? I think so.



PS. I'll be sitting in the computer lab a lot more working on my good ol' illustrator project, so expect lots of random updates. Ye be warned.