16 posts tagged “teevee”

tortuga is...

unable to come up with a status message that doesn't either (a) passive-aggressively call one of you bitches out on your increasingly cuntish behavior as of late or (b) make her sound like a drama queen and put up some sort of woe-is-me message and has thus decided to act like an adult and just leave the damn thing blank until she can come up with something amusing or light-hearted OR until Friday when she'll put up her road trip message.

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I hate that I have had to friends some of my enemies for political reasons on Facebook.  (And no, if you're reading this, you're not one of them.  Besides, I would passive-aggressively call you out on your increasingly cuntish behavior here, not Facebook to make sure that the message was well and truly received.  Because I care.)  I've been trying to get my balance back by thinking through the Four Noble Truths but Facebook (as well as the Internet in general) are not compatible with nirodha.  So many people and things that I want but cannot have!  It sucks. Or just when I get almost detached, someone does something really cuntish and I get all annoyed and worked up again.  Being away from the Internet this weekend should help me get detached enough so that I'll stop feeling like a walking jangle of exposed nerve endings. I hope.  I need to get this under control or I am gonna have to smack a bitch pimp style before the summer is up.

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Word of the day?  Cuntish.  But you probably figured that out, Gentle Reader.  You're smart like that.

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On a somewhat related note, I was cruising around Second Life yesterday, and I ran into a more experienced workshop member who proceeded to act like a know-it-all bitch.  I hate know-it-all bitches!  So why do they keep finding me?  Just because I'm polite doesn't mean that I'm an idiot.  I can only hold my tongue for so much longer.

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On a completely unrelated note, I switched from Cinemax (which came as a free trial with my cable) and got Showtime.  The Tudors?  Complete crap but I love it!  I mean, there are so many things wrong with it - casting, acting, historical accuracy...but dammit if I'm not watching every week.   It's the television equivalent of a Phillipa Gregory novel.

The series finale of "The Wire" airs tonight.

As I've said before, I'm not even going to try and do a review and/or analysis of the show because it is so damn good that I could not possibly do it justice.  Just trust me when I say that it is quite possibly the best show ever produced for television.  Dickensian is the term I keep hearing thrown around this year to describe it, and I guess it's suitable.

I just remember when I first started watching it.  It was my first summer of library school.  I didn't really know anyone yet - at least not well enough to socialize with - and was still pretty down on life. (Read: Still feeling the lingering after-effects of my post-law school nervous breakdown.)  The fact that I had to open the Chemistry library at 8am didn't help matters much.

Well, one afternoon I was trolling the HBO OnDemand listings - most likely looking for one of HBO's pornish "documentaries" - and saw that they had "The Wire" up starting with Season 1, episode 1.  So I decided to start watching it....aaaaannnnnnndddd over the course of the next day watched the first 8 hours of the series (all that was up at the time.)  I then harassed my sister into watching it and she got hooked as well.

That was the Summer of '04... 

Since then I made a lot of swell friends, got my shit together (details of which too numerous to go into here), graduated from library school, moved in with my parents, gained 10 pounds, turned down a bunch of jobs for what I thought was my dream job, got stuck in job from hell, met the Tattooed Librarian, got over Tiger, gave up on the idea of ever finding love, became a miserable person, gained another 20 pounds, basically undid all the good things and work I did on myself in library school, met Silent Bob, decided to save myself (again), risked a lot and burned some bridges and applied for current job, became intimately acquainted with my parents mortality, kicked ass and took names at current job, had a lot of (in retrospect) unnecessary boy drama, after year at terrible apartment complex found great apartment, walk to work and have saner hours,  can once again fit into clothes that I was wearing in '05 (and they're actually looser than they were in '05), have savings account and can still afford to take awesome vacations, think it's possible that someone may one day have romantic interest in me...basically I'm on a good trajectory for the time being.

So, yeah...a lot has happened since I discovered "The Wire."

After a month of dreary predictions, my horoscopes are finally starting to pick up and be fun.  Here's todays "quickie."

Quickie: Adding more romance to your life is easier than you think. No partner is necessary.

Then I looked at the "extended."

Adding a touch of romance to your life might not seem appropriate right now, but it might be exactly what you need. You need to smile more often! Remember: You don't have to have a love partner to get more romantic. You just have to start seeing things in a more idealistic, beautiful, and hopeful way. The rest will take care of itself. All you need to do is start to focus on the positive possibilities, and the universe will take the hint. Try it and see!

I can't wait to see the election results tonight.  All the dems in my family are voting for Obama, which they were going to do even before I started harassing them about it.  So I think that bodes well for him, although the polls are shaky.  I'm just hoping this doesn't turn into another New Hampshire and I'll be forced to listen to the Clinton campaign gloat for 4 more weeks.

Unfortunately, I was going to watch the series finale of The Wire first, but they're not putting it up on OnDemand until next week.  Bastards.

So today I have finally gotten around to watching the BSG and Torchwood DVDs that I got from Netflix. 

I'm not feeling Torchwood, I have to admit.  It's just..I don't know.  Very cheap feeling and lacking in emotion.  I'll give the series two more episodes before I give up on it completely.

BSG, on the other hand? Holy crap that was awesome!  I've only seen the pilot movie/miniseries, but I really liked it.  Not at first, though.  There's my natural disinclination to Sci-Fi, the fact that it initially appeared to be all CGI and no heart, and - OH YEAH - James Callis is a freakin' dead ringer for Tiger.  Seriously.  That's exactly what he looks like.  It's spooky.

By the time the end rolled around and we got to see some more of the Cylon models, I was hooked.  So hopefully Netflix will send me my new DVDs by mid-week.

As many of you know, I love TV. 

Of all the shows I have watched and love, there is one that stands far above the others.  That show is "The Wire."  I am hesitant to even try to describe it because I am sure that I cannot do it justice.  Just believe me when I say it is my favorite show of all time and it is quite possibly the best television show ever.  Ever.  Better than "M*A*S*H", better than "The Sopranos", better than "The Simpsons", even better than "Roots."

Sorry, Kunta Kinte, but you ain't got nothing on my boy Bubbles when it comes to being tragic pawn in the game of life.

If you've not seen any of the other seasons or episodes, don't try and watch tonight.  You'll be confused and won't like it and it really hurts my soul every time someone disses "The Wire."  Actually, back in the days when I used to haunt TWoP, I was really glad that they didn't cover "The Wire" because I was afraid they would make a snarky comment about it, I would freak out, go to NYC and kill Sars or Wing Chun or Miss Alli and that would not be a recipe for successful adulthood. But I digress...

So, anyway, go out, find the DVDs, watch "The Wire."  You'll be glad that you did.

You know, I'm a feminist.  I don't get squeemish about girly-parts.  Sure, I will occasionally will refer to them as "hoo-has" or "va-jay-jays", but I have also seriously considered writing into a couple celebrity gossip blogs to correct their frequent confusion over the difference between "vaginas" and "vulvas."   I even follow Eve Ensler's advice to take back the word "cunt." 

That being said?  I could never carry a Vulva purse. (NSFW.  Duh.)   I don't want to know anyone that would, either.

In other adventures in online shopping, I bought myself this Natalie Dee t-shirt today. I deserve it.  

I actually, once again, had other things to write that sort of relate to the sentiment of that Natalie Dee shirt *cough* Silent Bob *cough*  and the other things that are going on in my life right now that I forgot to write about yesterday, but the vulva purse really has just wiped my brain clean of any coherent thought.

A. VULVA. PURSE. Y'ALL!

I will say that it is easier to write today than yesterday because I don't have to worry about this getting posted on Facebook without my permission.  That would have seriously sucked.  Like, sucked sucked.   Actually, probably if one more thing had gone wrong with Vox this week (shady deal with Facebook Beacon, I can't have anonymous commenters so if people want to comment they have to register with Vox, and people starting to get friend spam), I would have pulled up stakes and just started a blog on Wordpress.  But I guess I'll stick around at this URL for a while and keep trying this whole "communal blogging" thing.  At least it's not LJ.

Okay, I did just remember two little TV tidbits I wanted to mention.  For the past couple of weeks, much to my shame except not really, I've been watching Amerrica's Psychic Challenge on Lifetime.  It aired on Friday nights because the programmers clearly understood that the type of person that likes that show would not have a social life. Anyway, it was awesome.  If it re-runs, you should totally watch it.  Also on the TV tip, I'm going to try and watch Tin Man tonight.  It's a "Sci-Fi Original Miniseries" which, if it's anything like the "Sci-Fi Original Movies" means that the special effects budget is about $52 and the script was written by some dude that lives in his parents' basement.   Let's hope it crosses the line to "awesomely bad" and doesn't just stay on "bad."

But I will end by saying I got two very nice complements on this blog this week (well, I guess it was last week now).  Thank you! 

Okay, so coincidentally, right after I got the infamous e-mail from Silent Bob, I got this terrible pain in my stomach and I felt really queasy.  I didn't sleep much Monday night and Tuesday I went home my classes.  Ditto on Wednesday. 

I spent the better part of yesterday laying on my couch, windows open, drifting in and out of consciousness, listening to TV.  It was pretty awesome.  Except for the part about being miserable and being completely nauseous.  That sucked.

Now, y'all remember when I went to the State Fair?  What was the highlight?  That's right, those foot baths that suck the toxins out of your body.  I was intrigued, but I couldn't handle the thought of keeping my feet in the greenish water while waiting for "the treatment" to end.  

TV has come to the rescue.

It turns out that some enterprising person has created foot pads that do basically the same thing as the foot baths, but over night while you sleep.  (Beware: noise starts up when you click that link.)  I'm am totally ordering them.  Like, right after I get done typing up this post.   I e-mailed my sister about them, and she's willing to go in halfsies with me.  She is not, however, willing to run the used pads through her mass spectrometer at work to see what I secreted.  Something about misappropriation of government materials.  Oh well.

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia starts up tonight.  I can't wait!

How happy was I when I saw this ad during Rescue Me this week?

If you don't find this funny...