little_tristan: (Puppy Upside Down Willow)
I'm watching a lot of documentaries lately. America the Beautiful, which looks at American standards of female beauty, is very good. Preschool University, on the difficulties of getting into elite Manhattan preschools, is probably more interesting if it's relevant to you. Like, if you live in Manhattan, have a two year old, and can afford fifty grand a year in tuition.

The Billionaire's Tea Party, made by a Brit trying to figure out what the loving fuck is going on over here, makes me sad. No, Tea Parties, you're not a grassroots organization. Poor dude in Walmart clothes who built the website for free? You got hosed. The guys backing your barbecue are worth over $20 billion and that shit just ain't trickling down. Know what else? It's never going to.

Also, if you want to call the president a communist/socialist/Marxist/whatever, please learn what those words mean. 'Cause someone might ask you to defend the accusation and that shocked, stupid look, followed by orders to "look it up" is not helpful to your cause. Because I know what the words mean. I just don't know what you mean.

Tammy was just here dusting and fighting off the dogs because I forgot and scheduled the lawn guys for the same day. But she appreciated the seahorses I stamped on my thumbnails this morning. Probably no one else will notice, so that makes me feel better.

I'm supposed to be paying bills and doing financial stuff, but it's Mom's birthday and I'm taking the day off. It's also Willow's birthday. Dog's never give you a day off, but at least I don't have to bake her a cake. She's perfectly happy just chasing her rope.

The catbox experiment is working well enough that the cats are behaving. Kenny not so much, but I still think that's mostly obesity. That's not exactly news. It's more of a progress report.

Work is still up in the air and the insurance company is still a pain in the ass. They had a meeting yesterday with an agent to answer questions. I gave Russell a list. Most of the questions revolved around prescription copays and my curiosity as to how I'm saving money by paying more. Our last insurance had a three tier system, $15/$30/$45. The new one is two tiered, $15/$30. Yet when Mark picked up my last prescription, which used to be $45, he had to pay $60.

I realize this is a significant savings over the $233 and change that the drug company wants (is Cymbalta shit by California condors or something?), but there's still a lie in there somewhere. I'm so sick and tired of these guys lying to us. And the whole defense of the massive premium increase is that we'll save so much everywhere else. Yet everything costs more. The only thing we haven't tested is hospitalization. I shudder to think what the radical markup and ensuing justification on that would be.

Of course Russ went off on the guy in the meeting, showed him the receipts, pointed out the numbers in the handbook, called them liars and thieves, the whole bit. Dude had no explanation whatsoever and said someone would call me to clear it up.

Ask me if that's happened. Go ahead. I dare you.

They're just lucky I got my Cymbalta or shit'd be a lot crazier right now.

Here's Murphy Sloane in his exoskeleton, looking a little bit crazy, too.

That platform he's on? Is a piece of plywood laid over the bathtub. It doesn't work as a tub, but it's good for storage. And Murphy. Also, true fact: the bar of Irish Spring in the soap dish behind him? Came with the house.

There's a new sea urchin in the house. This one's a cute little spiny critter from Africa, dating back about 50 million years. I haven't gotten a new urchin in a long time, but I was on ebay looking at chondrites and it popped up.

This is the new urchin, along with a thumb for perspective and seahorse showing off.

The chondrites are coming from Germany. I don't know when they'll be here. It's very exciting. For some reason we don't have any. I've never even held one before. But I read about them in Scientific American and it said the slices are gorgeous under a microscope. I love microscopes.

I also love The Hunger Games. I'm going to go read now.
little_tristan: (Default)
Not my kind of service, though. She should be a hearing dog for the Deaf. I've never seen a dog react so consistently to such a wide variety of sounds. She's always right here to tell me when my phone rings or a programmed alarm goes off. And she loves dragging people to investigate strange, tiny noises that we don't hear until we're right on top of them.

She's an excellent fuzzy friend, but her talents are wasted here. If she didn't have kids to herd once or twice a week she wouldn't get to use her skills at all.

Too bad she hates the arch-nemesis. He could use an attention getting dog. His sister's calling me three times a week trying to reach him. He never hears his phone when she calls him. He tells me the problem is she's old and doesn't know how to work her cell phone. That makes me laugh. If he could work his phone, he could call up an iron kettle and tell it that it's black. But he can't. Lucky kettle.

I'm watching the Flight of the Phoenix remake. The writers didn't know much about pilots. It has a lot of weirdly bad scenes designed for high Hollywood drama but only one really bothers me. After the crash, when the girl is trying to talk the captain into being strong for his passengers, he says it's not a Girl Scout troop and he isn't there to hold anyone's hands.

Okay, it's not Girl Scouts. If it was, they'd have cookies. But those people are his responsibility until they arrive at their destination, not just until the plane hits the ground in some random piece of desert. He's still the captain, he's still in charge, and if hands need holding, that is his job. Unless he officially delegates it to another employee, but he still has to supervise.

In the end, he gets his own airline because he's such a famous hero. In reality he'd likely be unemployable after treating his passengers with such disdain. In the original, Jimmy Stewart just hauled cargo. He was good with people and knew his job. This guy needs to go back to flying metal pipes around.

Oddly, the designer who shoots the wounded enemy in cold blood could probably still get on with NASA. Fewer public relations issues there.

If you're wondering why I own the dvd and watch it repeatedly, I have a two word answer: Hugh Laurie.

The longer answer is that I just love the story. The book is excellent and I'll probably own every movie version they make during my lifetime, even though the 1965 will almost certainly never be equaled.
little_tristan: (Writer Snail)
The air in the house is so hot and dry, it's contributing to a new eye infection. Contributing because it's mostly my fault for rubbing it so compulsively the other night. Should have used the drops instead. Luckily I got a refill on the antibiotic/analgesic ointment last time and never opened it.

Mark worked Thursday through Saturday. They got almost everything done. I think they're going to finish this Saturday. But he got Sunday off. We watched Resident Evil on dvd. He'd never seen it before. Then I went to write and he joined me to watch streaming SPN on my computer.

It's the first time he's ever sat with me while I wrote. It's so happymaking that he's actually supportive enough to not comment on all the action-packed man-snuggling. He says he doesn't read over my shoulder, but he does.

He didn't like my calculating and posting the word count. He thinks competitive writing will interfere with what I do naturally. I told him if that was true, I would still be writing instead of posting the word count and playing FarmVille until the last episode finished. It's cute that he cares, but he doesn't understand. Sort of like when I'm hanging around watching him work. Except my work is more boring. There wasn't even any soldering.

Okay, I haven't really done anything else. I finished reading Scarlett Fever and now the library wants it back. But I want to keep it long enough to use it for quotes in the [profile] oddlittlecat discussion. Maybe I'll write my comments today.

The library wants Children of the Resistance, too, but I just started it. It's making me cry. Almost everything makes me cry right now. I'm not sure if it's seasonal or if it's just having my emotions so close to the surface while writing.

New stories are always like that. They come fresh from the emotional center of my brain and the door is wide open until it's finished. Well, a little longer. It's hard to get closed again. That's probably good. If it hadn't been open a crack for the rewrite of The Dancer, the new one wouldn't have been able to escape. It just made such a mess in there getting loose. Now I'm sobbing over Criminal Minds four times a day.

It's weird that I'm close to half-way through and still have no clue about the title. They should have told me by now. They keep whispering about a play on the word "Mass", as in the Catholic service, but I'm not listening. It's too predictable. Jimmy can do better. He's also suggested State of Grace, which has a nice romantic ring, but I still think he's being lazy.

I'm going to do some Christmas shopping and give him time to think.
little_tristan: (Catloaf Catbread)
It was an act of pure desperation, signing up for the Publisher's Clearing House grand prize. It looked like a really easy way to get a million dollars. But now there's all this email. Every day. Piles of it.

But they did give me a great deal of Discover magazine.

Yesterday was remarkably fun. Russell was too tired and cranky for me to make him go to Sister's, and Mark was in an unusually good mood, so he went instead. The evil MiL was on the living room computer, wearing headphones, the whole time and completely ignored us. Sister's husband made dinner, which was as late as I predicted, but Mark had Big Bang Theory to watch on tv.

Sister even logged off to talk to me and we didn't even run out of things to say. After we left, I realized that it's been so long since I've seen her, she thinks we still have Steve. She warned me not to watch a movie called The Future (SPOILER/WARNING: it's narrated by a dead cat), and I told her not to watch Seeking a Friend for the End of the World. It was funny for the first twenty or thirty minutes, but the end had me crying for another hour. We ended up crying over it all, while finishing each other's sentences even though neither of us have seen both movies.

Probably we were both really crying because it was Thanksgiving and Mom wasn't there, but fortunately no one brought it up. It was much better that way than last year.

Then we talked about Jonathan Coulton songs. Unfortunately, she'd already found Space Doggity on YouTube. A 1000% NOT [personal profile] oddmonster safe song. But it turns out Creepy Doll is one of her favorites, too.<3

We also made all the plans for Christmas so this last minute thing won't happen again. It always happens. We were surprised to find that it could maybe be prevented by 10 minutes of planning. Weird.

I didn't get a lot of writing done. The morning was weirdly sad and chaotic, and in the evening I was way too tired. Possibly the first time I've ever been too tired to finish a sex scene. But it's better for waiting.

Now I'm watching Defending Your Life. If this was the reality of the universe, I think I could live with it. This lifetime has been pretty well dominated by fear, though. In the next one, I'll try to discover the movie earlier. I'd like to review my failings honestly and stop being a little brain.
little_tristan: (Kitten Perpetual Pre-Pounce)
It's already a good day. We got to sleep two extra hours(!) and the boys left not all stressed and freaking out for a change.

Dinner will be tricky because they completely fucked off buying pie last night to go to Fry's and get me a new monitor. It's substantially larger than the old one and the color is beautiful.

They've taken Willow off to work, leaving great peace in Gilead. When Will's not around, Ranger pretty much sleeps all day. And I'm told that Will barks at the bosses when they drop by to see what's going on. That should be bad but it makes me happy.

My icons look different on this monitor. Better, somehow. I hope they look like this to all of you, too. It's very pretty.

Now I have a book to finish reading. Then I'm going to watch Seeking a Friend for the End of the World to see if it's funny enough for Mark. I like proof-watching and reading for other people. Also looking things up. I should've been a personal assistant.
little_tristan: (Otters Significant Otters)
Watching Riding in Cars With Boys, I realized that I don't recognize James Woods from the other five times I've seen the movie. No, I recognize him from Family Guy. Weird that his forehead really is that big. I thought the animators were exaggerating.

Today I have a ton of bookkeeping and desk tidying to do so I can be gone tomorrow, yet I'm doing nothing. Aside from the aforementioned watching of movies. And piecing my poor book together during this, its fifth or sixth draft. Last time I cut out huge chunks of it and started knitting it together from the beginning. Then I got depressed and Steve left and I couldn't stand the actual fact that I'm writing a version of my own death, so I quit.

Two days ago I finished going back over the possibly-finished-for-good-this-time parts, fixing Stiv's attitude, as well as the occasional run-on sentence, and then hit the cliff where I stopped last time. So now I'm building a bridge from where it ended to where it needs to pick up again, and that's the hardest type of writing I've found so far. What gets from this idea in my head to the next is one thing, but what words take us from this sentence here to that one over there, days and adventures and heartbreaks later, is a massive pain in the ass. And head. And wrist.

But it's going okay.

Tomorrow I'm going to work with the boys in the morning so Heather can pick me up for her Halloween party. Not the good one where everyone gets drunk and the music's really loud. This is the even louder one where her friends bring their kids and they carve pumpkins and shit. I've no idea what I'll be doing there--hurting myself with a carving knife, probably--but she really wants me to go. Since I never get invited to parties, I figure why not. It's nice to be really wanted.

And hopefully I'm past the really awful tearjerking part of The Dark Tower, so if I have to go off by myself and read for a while (like I always do when surrounded by small children), I maybe won't cry like I did yesterday.

Does anything else think it's weird that always is a word, but alway isn't? Also, why do we say found instead of finded, but not mound instead of minded? I keep saying mound anyway. I like how it sounds and it's one of those words that, in spite of having a bunch of meanings, I never get to use. Correctly, anyway.

I always go off on words after seeing Rosie Perez. Whom I actually love and enjoying listening to, but still... And now it's time for Criminal Minds! Hope all my East Coast friends are alive and well and dry in front of the tv, too. Hold your significant otters close when you go to sleep tonight. We're keeping fingers crossed for you.<3
little_tristan: (Default)
Everyone's been so tired and cranky and desperate to get away from the nemesis, who is pretending the other night didn't happen and so is not apologizing. Although Russell did tell him off pretty good, forbidding him to show any concern over basement activity (if you don't know what's going on, obviously it's none of your business), or wake us in the night for anything short of home invasion or an actual fire in progress. It's not that we're keeping secrets from him, it's just too much trouble explaining stuff that doesn't concern him, and that he won't understand, or remember five minutes later.

Anyway, I was going to write a sad entry today about all the things going wrong with my body and how scared I am, but there's nothing anyone can do but send love and I know you're doing that already.

So instead I'm going to talk about Argo, which we saw this afternoon. It was really good. Normally I don't care for Ben Affleck, he's too ordinary in too many ways to hold my attention, but this role called for a bland, ordinary guy and he was pretty perfect. Also, Bryan Cranston is always great and John Goodman was hilarious, so it balanced out. It could have been boring, I think Mark expected it to be, but they kept enough action going that I was occasionally on the edge of my seat, in spite of knowing how it would come out. My favorite part, of course, was the initial storming of the embassy, which reminded me eerily of World War Z. When the security guy watching the monitors announced "They're over the walls!", it took me right back to the zombies breaching the fortresses in Europe by climbing the bodies of slain zeds that had piled up before them.

That's going to be a movie, I hear, but I doubt it'll be good.

I'm not much of a movie reviewer, not like [ profile] valis2, who must take notes in the theater, but it was totally worth the two hours. And I'm sure I'll be researching now to see how close to reality it was. Just to keep the fun going.:D
little_tristan: (2 Horses)
I was hoping for a Black Stallion type movie with gorgeous cinematography, pretty horses, and no animal injuries. But there is, after all, a war. So it's more of a Black Beauty story, only way more of Joey's human friends die than horse friends. It does come around to a similar ending though, with Joey being reunited with the boy who raised him. Black Beauty's first real owners (after the farmer who bred him) were adults and he didn't get back to them (they'd left the country), but he did end up in the hands of a retired farmer friend of theirs. And his groom was a man who had once nearly killed him with good intentions when the groom was a child and Beauty a young carriage horse.

Anyway, War Horse was better in some ways than I'd expected. It has a flaw, though, that probably kept it from being a bigger hit. The war scenes and scariness makes it PG-13, but it's an animal movie so it's going to appeal more to kids. Who can't get in. And maybe shouldn't.

Adults can enjoy it, but it's--well, it's kind of slashy. Like, people could already be writing fic about Albert and Joey, even though Joey's a horse. I could write fic about the deserting German brothers who stole him and his friend Topthorn in their attempt to get back home. Actually, there could be some Joey/Topthorn slash, too. You don't often see horses interacting with each other in movies, but this is a notable exception. Joey actively works to keep Topthorn alive and the favor is acknowledged and appreciated. So, yeah. The audience for this movie might actually just be me.
little_tristan: (Rex Goliath)
I'm watching Tortilla Soup and reading Liquor. Is it weird that I love fictions about people in places I'll never go, preparing food I would never eat?
little_tristan: (Shaun)
I watched Stripperland yesterday. It was surprisingly bad in ways that I’ve never encountered in a movie before. Like, the sound editing was—well, they probably didn’t have sound editing. Everything inside the cars was hollow and echoey, like they were all shouting into cardboard tubes. And no zombie traditions were respected. They were killing zombies by blowing holes in their guts and cutting off single limbs. (The special effects were indescribably bad, of course.) And everyone in the movie had seen Zombieland. They made occasional stabs at deconstructing it, but mostly just went with imitation. In virtually every way, except that Stripperland just wasn't funny. There were also a few jokes borrowed from Shaun of the Dead, Dawn of the Dead, and, oddly, Star Wars. (Because every movie needs a Star Wars reference?) And I think there were some quotes from 28 Days Later, but they weren't jokes. That movie just wasn't funny.

But. It also said some interesting things about women, strippers, and feminism. Nothing too profound, but enough that I kind of felt like the guys who made the movie, at least, weren’t as dense as other aspects of the film might lead one to believe. So it had sort of a worthwhile, if somewhat heavy handed, message.

However, and this is why I watched it, it also had Thom Bray. And why not? It was filmed in Portland (hilarious goof: they stop at a mall in another state, and after getting back on the road, see a sign that says Oregon 20 miles; but the mall was Jantzen Beach--they didn't try to disguise the sign or anything--which is in Portland) and he does love to do bad horror movies. Usually none this bad, but still... Anyway, he played the sole non-zombie bad guy, a sort of generic evil doctor with a severe Oedipal problem and no respect whatsoever for women as human beings. He was experimenting with zombie strippers to try to calm them down and train them in wifely arts, the idea being that since they can't think for themselves, they're already nearly perfect. He got as far as teaching one of them to sort of do a manicure (Thom with nail polish--pause for hand porn), and then one thing led to another and they ate him. Being an over-the-top bad guy, this is not a sentimental loss. Not like in Prince of Darkness, where the look on his face as he dies always makes me cry. (If you don't follow Thom's horror movies, be advised that he always dies. And he's usually really cute first, so it's sad.)

Anyway, not even Thom could make this funny, but he still did an awesome job. The kid who was the primary character/narrator/maker of rules was a decent actor, too, but they were the only ones. He's lucky he got to work with a master at the very beginning of his career.

(Interesting side note: the only reason I knew about this movie was because it was listed on Thom's IMDB resume. It was there as recently as last week, but it's gone now. And he's no longer listed on the movie's cast and crew page. So you'll just have to take my word for it, I guess.)
little_tristan: (Star Trek Scotty)
It was supposed to be a family outing, but Herr took an Advil earlier and had to throw up all day instead. He's better now, but the list of things that mess with his stomach grows ever longer. Still, Bruder and I had a great time. It was a silly, juvenile movie that relied heavily on pot smoking, inappropriate cursing and gay jokes, and I could NOT stop laughing. There's something about knowing that Simon and Nick wrote the movie to tell those jokes about themselves that makes it okay. They really should be a couple. If only it weren't for that pesky being straight thing. Anyway, Seth Rogan was great as the voice of Paul the alien, a real break from all the cutesy, squeaky, adorable cartoon alien voices we've all become accustomed to. I've seen reviewers complain there were too many references to other aliens in pop culture, but the explanation for that made perfect sense. And it's the first road trip movie I've ever seen where the complete destruction of the vehicle wasn't an ongoing joke, (eg: National Lampoon's Vacation). So, yeah, it was a lot of fun.

And I had a great dream last night where [ profile] catyah and I were friends of Nick Frost and Simon Pegg and we were hanging out with them one evening. There was another man whom we all knew, but I don't know now who he was. We were just sitting around, talking and drinking and passing a bowl (sorry, Kitty, my subconscious corrupted you), and laughing like fools. It was too much fun. But eventually I had to go home, and not being able to drive, I called my mom for a ride. But before she'd agree to come pick me up, she wanted to talk about how she'd decided to watch a video and accidentally put in a movie called Smokey and the Ass Bandits, which she apparently found among my things. So I'm sitting there, half-drunk in a room full snickering friends, going, "I don't even remember buying that. And what were you doing--why were you in my--" Everyone was asking what was wrong so I covered the phone and said, "I'm in trouble, Simon. Me mum found me porn," and we all just fell apart again. I felt terrible laughing at her when she was so upset, but it was just too absurd. I finally got back on the phone and asked her why she didn't know that movies with funny parody titles involving the word ass were just in general going to be things she shouldn't watch. Then I covered the phone again and said, "I have got to my license back."

Embarrassing or not, it was a nice change from the rest of the night, which was mostly fighting zombies and, at one point, hiding in a port-a-john with six other people after escaping a haunted house.
little_tristan: (Moo)
I Love You, Phillip Morris is finally coming out on DVD April 5th! No, it's not an ode to the tobacco industry, unfortunate title aside. Rather, it's the story of Texas cop Steven Russell who falls in love with prison inmate Phillip Morris after his own arrest, and then has to find a way to follow when Morris is transferred to another facility.

Of course I haven't seen it yet. Movies like this aren't screened in my town. But I've been waiting over two years for it to show up on DVD and now it's nearly here! Reviews are mixed, but on Netflix it seems to get either five star or one star reviews, and the tone suggests that the viewers either like Jim Carrey and/or gay romances, or they don't. In some cases, the gay romance angle ruined it for even die-hard Carrey fans. That isn't a problem I anticipate having. If they can keep the stereotypical nonsense to a minimum, it sounds like a lot of fun.

It's based on a true story, but from what I can tell from Russell's Wiki page, the movie plot takes a lot of liberties. Hopefully in the direction of more funny, less sad. And not all stereotypical.

I know, dream big. :D
little_tristan: (BtVS Oz Patient)
...and two things are lodged in my brain. 1) Thom Bray should have played the adult Eddie; and 2) I'm probably going to end up writing an epic, tragic Richie/Eddie fic, totally regardless of whether or not the fandom actually exists. I'm not going to check and see, because this has probably already been done and I don't want to be discouraged.

That is all.
little_tristan: (squee)
For now--OMG. I can't really articulate beyond that yet, just--WOW. I laughed, I cried, I can't wait to show it to the boys. Because, you know, I need to watch it again. Now I'm off to gather icons.
little_tristan: (catloaf hover)
Yesterday I finally watched Natural Born Killers. When it first came out, I saw the previews, watched the tv commercials, and read the reviews and articles that argued endlessly over whether it was brilliant or trash. I didn't watch it, because what I gathered from all that was that it was probably about the stupidest thing ever put on film. But I was a lot more prejudiced then (is that weird to be more prejudiced at 19 than 35?), so I gave it a shot. And now, having seen it, I can safely say that it actually is one of the stupidest things ever put on film. Not the stupidest, probably, because it doesn't feature Rob Schneider or Adam Sandler (who have both made a decent movie or two, but let's face it, they've also raised the bar on stupid quite a bit), but I couldn't find any brilliance in it at all. Outside of Robert Downey Jr.'s ability to pull off a convincing Australian accent, it had nothing to recommend it. And, sixteen years after its initial release, it's hopelessly dated anyway. So that was a waste of two hours. Funny how much better both Pulp Fiction and Kalifornia have held up over the years. I understand Tarantino wrote the original draft of NBK, but it wasn't much like his other movies. All the way through, I kept thinking they were just trashing up Kalifornia. Like someone saw that movie and liked Juliette Lewis so much, they just said, "Let's make that over again, only longer, more violent, and more pretentious. Get Oliver Stone--he'll know what to do."

Now I'm watching That Man Bolt, which is my first experience with the genre known as "blaxploitation". I don't really know what that means, so I can't tell if the movie/character is a racist caricature, or a joke, or if the caricature is the joke. Or, whichever it is, if the actor is in on it. So I'm not sure if I'm allowed to enjoy it/laugh at it/question it, or if it's just a piece out of a different time that can't be judged by today's standards. (Like watching Birth of a Nation purely as a historical achievement in the technicalities of film-making.) The only thing I'm really positive of at this point is that Jack Ging was freaking hot in 1973. (Yes, that's why I rented it. Surprised? Didn't think so. I'm also not sure if he's really a good guy, or if he's a double crosser. I'm hoping it's the former, because Bolt has a bit of a temper.)

I also saw a movie called Thirteen the other day, and that was an interesting experience. It had everything in it that I hate, yet I didn't hate it. Evan Rachel Wood (Tracey) and Nikki Reed (Evie) are a pair of best friends who bond over shoplifting, home-piercing, drugs, sex and self-mutilation. They seem to be having a really good time, but then they're always high, so they would be. I had a little trouble buying them as thirteen year olds, although at the time of release they were 16 and 15, respectively, and I don't know how long it took to shoot, so maybe they were. But they were so bizarrely advanced for their age that I was wondering all through it why they needed rides from Tracey's mom and why they weren't allowed out after dark. It came as a big shock when Tracey's English teacher threatened to have her held back in the seventh grade. Okay, it's called Thirteen, but again, they were so high-school-junior about everything, I was actually waiting throughout the movie to find out what the title was in reference to.

So, yeah, spoiled little bitches who do nothing but hurt themselves, each other, and the people who are trying to take care of them is normally not my thing. But this movie totally pulled it off. Even at the end, when I was hating Evie a little bit (and her guardian a lot), I felt this incredible urge to take her aside in private and just ask her why. Even knowing that she'd lie and the lie would make it worse, I would just have to ask. I still pitied her that much. And Tracey deserved an answer, too.
little_tristan: (catloaf)
I've been a fan of [ profile] crack_van ever since I discovered it, because with all the fics being posted in so many good fandoms, it's nice having someone cull through and tell you what some of the best are. I've found some great fics, some fabulous writers that I'd never noticed on my own, and even made a wonderful friend out of a wankerous mess (hi [ profile] calamitycrow!). But it wasn't until this month that I actually found a new fandom through [ profile] crack_van.

When the overview and the first fic for The Losers was posted, I ignored it. But it did stick in my mind because the title of the first fic was cute. And then they kept coming, every day. By the end of the first week, I was looking at the pairings and noted a character named Jensen. RPS, maybe? No, it seemed to be fiction. But what was it? A made for cable tv series in its first season, was my guess. Something on TNT, maybe. I kept not reading the fics, but I couldn't stop noticing them. They were all over the place! And the pairings were never the same two fics in a row. There's slash, gen, double pairs, group sex--however many characters this show has (and it seems to be a lot), they're all in on the action. They're all getting into trouble, getting laid and getting fics, and the driver, [ profile] katemonkey, is clearly working hard to show every angle of the fandom. I'm not sure how that plays to the fans, but for newbies like me, it's a great introduction.

So great that, last night, it finally broke me. I looked up The Losers on IMDB. Ah-ha! Not a tv show, a movie! A new one that somehow I never heard of! Based on graphic novels! Multiple canons in multiple time frames for all kinds of mixing 'n' matching! Well, I can't get the graphic novels without paying, so I won't be reading those just yet. But I did put the DVD at the top of my Netflix queue, and, of course, started reading the fics. I can't wait to have faces and voices to put with the names, but so far they look great on paper.

Of course, a new fandom is really the last thing I need right now. But a new movie is always welcome, and this one sounds like fun for the whole family. And if it adds to my daily reading list, well, that's a bear I'll just have to cross.
little_tristan: (Firefly Bright Kaylee)
You leave a comment and I give you a letter. You should name 3 things starting with this letter:

1. favourite film
2. favourite book
3. favourite word

[ profile] catyah gave me the letter T, so:

1. To Sir, With Love
2. To Kill a Mockingbird
3. Timorous

Color Meme

Sep. 22nd, 2010 01:08 pm
little_tristan: (Rex Goliath)
Comment and I'll give you a colour that I think represents you, and then you list ten things you like in that colour!

I got RED from [ profile] milomaus.

1. Der Maus's journal background :)
2. Pinot Noir (47 pound rooster for the win!)
3. The spines of books on my favorite shelves (Microserfs, Brazen Chariots, Transparent, High Fidelity)
4. My fuzzy M&M monitor cleaner (and the real chocolate ones)
5. Netflix envelopes that bring fun in the mail
6. The rose tattooed on my oldest friend
7. Firetrucks
8. My sister's first car
9. poppies
10. Herr's truck
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Since I haven't posted about much besides books lately, here's the scoop on everything else:

It's been hot here. Not terribly so. Not record-breakingly so. Or ever average-meetingly so. But still hot. (Yes, I'm making up words, Sarah Palin-like, but I'm an artist. I'm allowed. She's a politician. She's supposed to be clear.) So anyway, it's hot.

On Monday I took Doodle, who is a miniature Spitz (AKA American Eskimo), to the vet for a rabies shot. It's a long walk for a little dog, but she's been shaved recently and it was early morning so it wasn't too hot. Also, she's only four, which is the peak of strength for yappy little ratbags like her. (Ratbags is so a term of endearment. Watch Flight of the Phoenix. The good one from the sixties, not the new one.) Anyway, she hadn't been in since last year when she ate the insulation of the side of the neighbor's house, so they gave her a quick exam and found a minor infection around one tooth. She had a lot of plaque built up and the gum was receding. Basically the dog needed periodontal work. So in the interest of not letting it get worse, she went back yesterday to have the teeth cleaned so that hopefully the gum would reattach. Unfortunately, when they got all the crap off, they found that the tooth was cracked and full of holes all the way up into the root, so out it came. Apparently it was caused by all the ice the arch-nemesis gives her. He can't control the flow from the dispenser in the fridge door so a lot of it ends up on the floor, where the dogs eat it.

And speaking of eating, the vet also told me that Doodle is overweight. She weighs 24 lbs and needs to weigh more like 18. Which means she needs to drop a quarter of her body weight. (Hey, so do I.) Doc, the Border Collie, is already arthritic and needs to lose a third of her body weight, so I came home determined to help them for real. They're Bruders dogs and he feeds them (Doodle eats upstairs, so I don't know how much she gets, but Doc gets the diet Dog Chow in huge amounts), and adorably enough, he thinks food is love. This is part of why I'm fat, too. Until we started dieting together and actually talking about it, he would thwart my attempts to eat less by constantly making my favorite fattening foods. But now that he's lost 20 lbs and feels 20 times better, he's more prepared to give that to his dogs, too.

So when I got home Monday, I checked the feeding suggestions on the bags, factored in the vet's advice, and got a measuring cup to dish out just the right amount. Then I hunted down containers that only hold those amounts so there won't be any mistakes. (I know him. If he had measuring cups and had to read the numbers every time, he'd get tired of it and start just filling them full. Both of the boys are only precise at work.) For Doc that means a cat food dish that's too small even to feed three cats overnight. And Doodle now gets her servings scooped out with a yogurt container. Although after she's lost the weight, she'll probably go up to a higher amount for maintenance. Doc is too sedentary for that. She'll be on a diet for life. And I'll be watching the arch-nemesis every time he goes into the kitchen to make sure he doesn't give them scraps and leftovers. Ranger, who is an active dog and a sensible eater, has to be tied up in the living room all day to protect her from his fuckwittery (he used to seek her out, as the thin one, to feed crap to, not realizing that that's how they stop being thin), but the other two won't stand for that. Doc thinks it's punishment and Doodle chews through the leash.

I found some more Perry King movies recently. Sadly not up to the standard of some of the first ones I watched. (Mandingo was not that bad.) The Lords of Flatbush was okay. He didn't get the girl, but the 50s Elvis hair and leather jacket helped console me. Andy Warhol's Bad was pretty terrible, though. It's the story of a woman who runs a beauty salon out of her home, and maintains a harem of young woman who kill for pay. She only wants women, because they're more vicious, but somehow she's convinced to take in Perry's character, LT. Here be spoilers )

A slightly better movie, but not by much, is 2005's The Perfect Neighbor, a made for TV flick where Perry plays an almost perfect husband and father who becomes the object of some nutty chick's obsession. She moves in next door, fixates on him in the first five minutes, and starts scheming and killing to get rid of his wife and take her place. Sort of a Hand That Rocks the Cradle thing, with cheesier lines and a lot less plot. But Perry's so pretty, and really adorably clueless, that it was still kind of fun. He always brings a certain amount of cluelessness to these roles that I love. A total lack of recognition of his own value and appeal that makes it really hard for him to imagine that his next door neighbor would kill his assistant with a tire iron because she suspected they were having an affair, and wanted her job. Over little ol' me? Aw shucks. That can't be right. Yet it is. And he's twice as cute for not catching on.

Moving on from Perry, I watched a movie yesterday called The Car. This had to have been the inspiration for Christine. Stephen King had to have seen this mess on late night TV when he was stoned out of his gourd and said to himself I can do that right. Because yes, the car was scary. It drove around killing people, acting on its own, yet with deceitful intelligence. And James Brolin (quick note: Semagic is suggesting I mean Karolina rather than Brolin here; it's obviously never seen the movie) was surprisingly hot, with a 1977 mustache and haircut that made him look exactly like his son does now. But there was no explanation. No history of the car, no point of origin, and no reason for how or why it chose its victims. The ending, which I believe Stephen King referred back to in Desperation, implies it was simply Satan, but that still wasn't satisfying.

Also, our next door neighbors are moving. I'm sad about that. But I think I've gone on long enough.


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