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Star Trekkin!
May 7th
Not overly a fan of the original Star Trek but like anyone over the age of say, 30 I’ve seen an episode or 12. Enough that I understand about the general storyline and characters but not enough to know all the little geeky details. And I never could stand William Shatner.
I must say this new James Tiberious Kirk is much easier to handle. As is Spock. Yummy Spock. I want me some Spock.
*ahem*
No spoilers, but there are very few No Fucking Way moments for this average viewer. I’m sure more scientific people might find faults. Beautiful graphics, lots of shots of the Enterprise for the die-hards, and plenty of the old show’s catch phrases. And plenty of action.
I will say the guy (Ginnie calls him Ceasar from his old Xena role) playing Bones completely over hammed it. Almost cartoonish. Like he was doing a parady of Bones for some SNL skit. Every time they flashed on his goofy face it took me completely out of the movie.
We saw it at the Cine Capri, on Arizona’s largest screen, from about 5 rows back. Not the greatest thing when there’s a close-up of the characters’ dirty and bloody faces.
I still recommend everyone see it. It was a great movie.
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So Ginnie went with me to the movie. We met CJ and Dan, Steve, Heather, and Jack and Melanie for dinner before.
After the movie we were walking out the side door and there was a large crowd outside. I laughingly told Ginnie we should say really loud that the movie sucked, just for fun. A second later I’m tripping over something on the ground and to keep from sprawling face first on the pavement I do one of those weird flying flailing tumbles four whole steps before slamming right into her back. I’ll just bet the crowd was amused. I think I wrenched every muscle in my body but I didn’t hit the ground.
Oh, and as the Hummer parked next to us pulled out, I realized right on the other side of it was CJ’s car. How weird is that? This parking lot is HUGE and we’re parked two spaces apart. Freaky.
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Castle, Finally!
Mar 10th
Like any true blue Nathan Fillion fan, I set the DVR to catch the premier of Castle last night. And promptly got SCREWED. SmallChild was here so of course we were tied up in uncounted repetitions of Gullah Gullah Island until she finally crashed. Then I got my favorite munchies together (Girl Scout Thin Mints and ice cold milk) and settled in to enjoy… and it wasn’t there.
AAAAAAAARrRRRRrrrRRRRrrgggghghhhghghghg!111!!111!!!!
So I waited until tonight to check the ABC site and found you can get it there. Sweet! So here’s what I thought. And yeah, I’m spoiling it.
It’s definitely a pilot. Here’s hoping the banter stays, but comes down off the edge of that cutesy cliff and mellows a bit. Don’t like the mother character. It’s your cliche cougar lady on show tunes and not done well at all. That actress has always played a little over the top anyway. Love the daughter and the interaction between her and Castle. The detective team will never match The Closer’s camaraderie so let’s hope they don’t go there. Don’t think I’m going to like the lady detective either. She’s got nothing, no personality, no connection, no chemistry so it’s no wonder Nathan is overplaying a little to compensate.
I liked Castle for the most part, but for one huge glaring STOOPIT towards the end. I know Nathan Fillion is computer adept. The man is online all the time. And the character is a well-known fucking WRITER (ala JC Hutchins or Scott Sigler or maybe closer to Stephen King) and yet there’s a scene where he’s home, at his desk with his feet up pretending to type on a laptop. Pretending I say because for a the entire camera sly-by the man never moves his fingers off the same keys. By the time a dozen of your books are published, chances are you can type. And don’t give me examples of writers who don’t type, THEY SHOW HIM TYPING and they need to do it right.
Huge pet peeve of mine. If they’re going to show someone typing (or playing the piano) have them IN FACT type or play something. We’re not stupid and it’s glaringly obvious when people are faking it. Takes me right out of it. Ruins the whole show.
So, I give the pilot a three out of five. I’m hoping this gets better with time but you know how these things work. IF they don’t get a huge share right away they’re doomed. Fucktard money hungry suits. Give it a chance, I am.
Macaroni and Cheese
Jan 10th
I recommend Stouffer’s, because if it says Stouffer’s it has to be good. True dat. The best frozen and nuke it when you want it Mac & Cheese I’ve ever found. This has taken the place (in my house) of the Kraft blue box Mac & Cheese.
The exact opposite is Banquet brand. Their Macaroni and Cheese testes just like you’d expect at a banquet – crappy.
I used to make my own but I can’t match the stuff my Mom made. Hers was stringy and really really good. As long as I can get Stouffer’s I’m happy. And I have Macaroni and Cheese about five or six times a week. I’m a mac n cheese hound.
Just for the record, Kira’s “real” mom just came and picked her up for a couple of days. Casey’s trusting her so I will.
Which means I’m free tomorrow to trudge down to the courts and get the next step started in this divorce thing. Oh joy, that’s always so much fun.
That Was a Pain in the Ass!
Sep 28th
I finally read my first Laurell K. Hamilton book. I found a couple of them cheap at a yard sale and because her name is bandied about so much I thought what the hell.
Narcissus in Chains. What a painful read. And not because its based around a BDSM club. The main character Anita Blake is a Dresden who prefers her gun(s) which is fine, but she’s so full of shit that I found it difficult to care enough to read through to the end. Every time the story started to move along everyone would stop to have an exposition conversation. Where in Dresden we’d get a paragraph or two explaining about this or that power, Hamilton takes the Stephen King route and gives us pages and page of useless details. And every time someone would enter a scene, we had to have a complete description of their attire or lack thereof. We get it. I lost track of how many times we learned they all slept tangled together like puppies. And the hair! Yes, lycanthropes all have glorious hair that needs to be described every time one enters the room.
630 pages of Nathanial’s glorious hair. And she’s not even fucking that one.
And she’s supposed to be so strong and intuitive, yet we find out at the end the big bad guy has been right under her nose the whole time. Oh please.
Actually, after hearing how Hamilton’s book are all about sex, and reading the blurb that this one was about a BDSM club I had high hopes. But there were so many painfully long descriptions of metaphysical connections and her feelings that I honestly can’t remember if anyone had real sex or not.
The other book I bought was Blue Moon, which is the book just preceding this one in order so duh me. I guess I should have looked that up before. Not that it matters as I don’t think I’m going to bother slogging through another Hamilton novel.
