Sunday, November 30, 2003
Re: Alias 3.09, Conscious
Three words:
What. The. Fuck.
More words:
After I get the dl and can sit down and snark it through.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:04 PM ... ||
I'm back. Woohoo!!
It's kinda nice to be back after 4 days of being semi-offline. Got to sleep (not really), got to relax (sorta), got to catch up on my DVDs (heavenly). Watched X2 three times in a row plus commentary. Now I'm kicking myself for not getting my ass into the theater to see it the first time. Dude? Um... how much do you think Hugh loves his wife, because.... hmm.... I'm not entirely convinced he wouldn't be happy to see me turn up on his doorsteps. Right? WHAT? *innocent* Also watched Down With Love. Dude? Totally cute in an unexplainable way. Well... maybe partly explained by charming, shirtless, falling in love Ewan. Mmmm. And then Singing!Ewan! Oh, yeah... probably that. Rowr!
Sigh. Now I have no Hugh and no Ewan. Only Alias to look forward to. Guess everything is right with the world again. Heh.
Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving weekend (or regular weekend). I got to hold the new PoohCousin (tiniest thing, thought I'd break him), and there's pictures (of me looking utterly miserable and stiff) but they're not uploaded yet. Too bad for everyone looking for a good laugh. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 8:23 PM ... ||
Friday, November 28, 2003
Waking up at 5:30AM on Black Friday, just to spend 20 minutes trying to find a parking space, then push through a sea of people at 6AM for two lousy CompactFlash cards, and then stand on line for almost 30 minutes? At BestBuy? At 6AM?
Ugh.
Christmas shopping season has officially begun.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:12 PM ... ||
Thursday, November 27, 2003
We interrupt your regular Thankgsiving Day programming to bring you this....
Dreams? SUCK.
I had another one of those dreams again last night, except it sucked. I'm usually the one who's quick to perv-analyze everyone else's dreams, but mine area always too weird to do anything with. So, in the spirit of thanks and giving and me constantly amusing everyone else, I'll share.
It featured an old (current? just dormant?) crush J.... who apparently now freelances for the DMV or some odd organization similar to that. (Don't ask me, this part cracks me up). Without even acknowledging that we haven't talked in forever, he shows up at my door and we're on a mission to search out a bunch of cars that have similar license plate numbers as mine. (The frell? This is why I need a lobotomy) We're off; we're pretty successful; we're laughing and joking and teasing each other like we've never had a break. (Awwww) Then we take a break, and he confides in me that he's been seeing this chick I know at work (a very outgoing, funny and pretty gal - you know, stuff I'm normally not) for a week. (The prick, HRMPH) And yet, I can't be pissy because they're both such good people.
And that's when the PoohBro wakes me up to tell me of the twist in his 'Knights of the Old Republic' game. Grrrr.
So anyway, the suckiest parts of the dream are pretty obvious. What's even more peculiar is I've been dream-free for a good long time now, and this one came out of nowhere. Also? Know my thing with everyone being headless in my dreams? Yeah, well, I saw his face just fine. Only, his face was a little off -- chubbier, mayber? But he was wearing the same outfit I last saw him in. Very odd. Lol. Damn. I'm such a mental mess. BLEH.
Oh, and to continue the amusing holiday weekend so far.... The PoohRents have been big on borrowing Chinese soap operas and having us make vcd copies of all of them. That's like a good 25 discs per series, and also explains why the PoohRents hog the dvd player. Bleh. Anyway, PoohMom stayed over at the aunt's to help out. But PoohDad was watching the soaps when I got back yesterday afternoon (WHERE'S MY X2, DAMMIT?). And this morning, when I woke up? Yep. PoohDad. Sitting two feet from the TV. Watching his soaps. With the sound turned down to keep from waking us all up. Seriously... PoohDad's addiction to these soaps is starting to worry me, but now I know where PoohBro gets the capacity to remember plotlines from General Hospital (back when he used to watch with Thing1).
Well.... just dropping off those bits of humor for you guys. Heh.
So.... I'm off to the aunt's. Not sure when I'll be back since I might be staying over and whenever I'm away from home, I curb my net addiction (sorta). Kisses, hugs, miss y'all.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:57 AM ... ||
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
In the spirit of thanksgiving,
~ I am thankful for air (what little of it I actually inhale during my short times outdoors, preferably unpolluted).
~ I am thankful for food and clothes (and all the things we take for granted).
~ I am thankful for my health (have to, no health insurance, ya know).
~ I am thankful for my mental faculties (for me, this is still questionable).
~ I am thankful for family (no matter how much we get on each other's nerves).
~ I am thankful for friends (real and online, close and distant, those I've talked to recently and even those I've lost contact with).
~ I am thankful for moments of sentimentality (it's good to know I'm not completely frigid and coldhearted).
~ I am thankful for humor (the good old fashioned kind and the snark, there's nothing like laughing with people you care about).
~ I am thankful for the NJ Devils -- 12 game unbeaten streak and counting.... (What? Did you actually think this was a serious list? Pffffft.)
~ I am thankful for TheKief.... Because to leave him off any list is a travesty.
I'm thankful for a lot more things, but I don't have the time to sit here and list all of them - most of which I can't really express in words, anyway.
*huggles everyone.... EVERYONE*
Now, scat, before I get so bogged down by warm fuzzies, I embarrass myself.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:03 PM ... ||
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm outta here!
Okay... I'll probably be back. You know, what with the computer being a freaky extra limb. But I'm free... FREE!!!... from work. *does turkey dance*
Toodles, people. Miss you all!
|| posted by Pooh at 12:40 PM ... ||
What a way to start the Thanksgiving weekend. Bah.
Only got a few hours of sleep due to my insomnia. First it was too hot, then it was too cold, and then I had too much caffeine in my system and tried too hard to force myself to sleep. Then this morning, I woke up feeling all sorts of nasty. The kind that involves tummyaches, possibly due to sleeping with my windows open. Definitely not good. Last time I felt this bad during Thanksgiving -- senior year of college, friend S and I made spontaneous roadtrip home from Chicago to NY/NJ, caught a cold which morphed into the flu, ended up in bed the day after Thanksgiving, and slept all the way through the 13 hour drive back to school that weekend.
So, yeah. Just a tad worried here. Hopefully, I'll be able to leave work really early, because living near the junction of two of the busiest highways in Jersey? Not a traffic nightmare I'd like to deal with today. Thanks.
Anyway, not sure when I'll be around again, so I leave you with an oldie but goody:
Everyone do the turkey dance!
Happy Thanksgiving, Friends/Family/Lovers/Enemies/EveryoneElse!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:08 AM ... ||
Memo to self: Don't drink a can of Coke and half a cup of coffee before bed.
I'm so freaking tired, and yet, cannot fall asleep. Ugh. Maybe it's not the caffeine but the anticipation of a long weekend. Sigh.
Well, while I'm up... I just remembered something that happened from earlier. Went to Thing2's leadership induction (or whatever) dinner (sooo faculty dining hall food, which is still cafeteria food under a different name). One of her professors was a Sloane lookalike. Honest. Well, actually, about halfway between Sloane and the OldManSloane disguise from last season. It was eerie. But somehow, instead of coming off as sexyhot as the real Sloane, this prof was more adorable than anything else. Strange.
Ok, now really, gotta try to sleep. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:36 AM ... ||
Awwww, cutie wootie wittle babies!
Just checked my email. The cousin's girlfriend I didn't even know was pregnant, even though I saw her like three months ago? Gave birth yesterday morning. Awww, I lurve babies. New PoohCousin. So tiny. *makes baby noises*
And because I can't possibly end a blog entry on a happy note....
Cablevision sucks down here. I don't get Sci-Fi, therefore no SG-1 when it comes back in January with new eps. I don't get MetroSports or FSNY, which means I didn't get to see Scotty score his 5th goal. *kicks TV* Grrrrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:30 AM ... ||
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
BTW, Elliot was supa hot in tonight's SVU. Upset!Elliot... ROWRRRRR. When he got all choked up, I started bawling. He needs a PoohHug. Just 'cause.
Other than that, Novak and Beverly D'Angelo are seriously harshing on my ElliotLust hour.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:49 PM ... ||
Well, I'm spent
The following '24' thoughts are disjointed, and not at all snarky. I'm too pooped from straining myself with the 'Alias' snark to come up with anything new. This "review" is actually more boring than tonight's ep, but that's a good thing because I liked tonight's ep. Proceed at your own risk.
Previously
~ Something about Anne's ex-husband. (See? I've got nothing.)
~ Tony!! Tooooonnnny!!! TONY!!
~ Michelle takes over the world. And CTU.
~ Something about the kids and a big clothes dryer. Yeah, beats me.
~ Everyone has phone sex with someone or other.
~ We're introduced to '24: The Lost Oz Eps'
5:00 - 6:00 PM
~ Finally, that damn debate they've been going on and on about. And I thought we were going to get a full 24 hours of practice debates and Wayne blabbering about how to get around it. Palmer and Anne, sitting in a tree... K-I-S- *kicks Anne* You're not Sherry. Sorry, had to throw that in there before the writers did. Palmer and his "we have truth on our side." Aww, isn't that sweet and so idealistic of him? But seriously, he's in politics, what's truth got to do with anything? It's all about the blackmail, baby. Oh, and Anne? Evil.
~ Prison riots are fun! Not. Where's Keller? Where's the Meloni? Damn. How come no one is nekkid? Where's the prison porn? *smaps self* Seriously, I need to stop watching 'Oz.' Ahhh... there's TheKief. Woohoo! Outfit change! Get nekkid, Kief. Damn. Where's the Nekkid? Pooh.Needs.Nekkid.Kief. Pooh.Needs.
~ Mmm, Chase and his shotgun. I like when he tries to take charge. Rowr. Not as hot as Kief, but rowr nonetheless. Even with the Charlie Brown head. Heh. "I'm trying to protect him." Yep. *dreamy sigh* Twu wub, baby.
~ The clothes dryer from hell. Hey, what happened to the wet t-shirt contest from last ep? Boring baddies. *kick* Oh, well, not like they're pretties or anything. Or like they're going to last past this ep. Meh. Linda? Is that her name? Linda and Kyle? STFU.
~ Kim, computer geek extraordinaire. Is she back on this show again? How I miss eps with little to no Kim in them. Aww, now Adam and Kim are working together. Go, teamwork! "I don't understand, what do you mean by 'force'?" Dude, Kim, seriously get a dictionary. I've got like a million definitions right here. Your dad lied to you, Kim. Your dad! I fear trouble in Kief/Kim4EvaLand.
~ Okay, Kief, let's do a quick head count. You and Salazar, that's two. Against... a couple hundred prisoners. Yeah, that's a pretty fair fight. (Crap! Why'd I snark on Kief? Damn, Alias, frelling with my mind. I'm starting to like people I hate and snarking on people I love. Dammit) Mmmm, ShotgunChase! Ahh, of course Kief gets captured. After all, what's a prison riot without hostages? Mmm, the KiefChaseStare. That prisoner dude? So dead. No one messes with Chase's lurver, dude.
~ Oooh, Graphic violence advisory. Bring it!
~ LMFAO. Adam's taking charge over Kim? Shut up you two. Blah blah. Dammit, Michelle, why are you blabbing to everyone. Yeah, everyone cut Kim some slack because she's Daddy's girl, and we all know what she's like in an emotional situation.
~ Oh, look, wires. In the clothes dryer. Byebye, Kyle. Nice knowing ya... not. I like how he tried to hang himself, because we all know that's the most effective way to go. Didn't he learn anything from Lane Myer? Everytime you try to kill yourself, something always gets in the way. In this case, Super!Linda. Um... Ok. Whatever.
~ Nothing like playing up to a man's sense of power. Claudia is so evil. In that good way.
~ Hey, CTU's imaging program is better than Marshall's. Does Marshall know about this?
~ Back at Oz... No, seriously, I had to stop in the middle of the 'Oz' S1 finale this weekend, where suprisingly enough, there was a prison riot. I hope this '24' ep doesn't ruin the 'Oz' ending for me. Shhhhh. No spoilers! Ha! That was a joke, kiddos. (Crap, I'm really losing the funny, aren't I? *SIGH*) "Who wants to live?" Well, of course, that wouldn't be me. Dumbass. Where was this guy when I was watching 'Breaking Point'? Oh oh oh! Nothing says excitement like a game of Russian roulette. WTF? Stupid prisoners. Why are you killing off your hostages? Dumb fucking asses. Hey, I think I've seen this ep before. It was from the 'Pusher' X-Files ep. They'll go a couple of rounds and then Scully will rush in and save the day. Kief telling that poor guard to just play along will lead to nothing but bad. Watch, that pull is the one with the bullet. Yep, didn't see that coming at all. Kinda like Syd and the paperclip caper. I was stunned, yo. Oh well. One more thing for Jack to feel guilty about.
~ That viewer discretion warning is making me all kinds of turned on. Yes, I'm sick. Whatever.
~ Aww, Adam's being nice to Kim now. I predict Chase will dump Kim's tard ass and she'll run into Adam's open arms. Or... maybe I could just throw up right now. So, like, Gael is acting pretty obvious about his sketchiness. Come on, Kim. Work those brain cells. Gael = no good.
~ Chloe. Smile. Once. (Oh, wow. I think I just channeled my old teachers. "Pooh, smile! Turn that frown, upside-down!" Yeah, I was a pretty cynical kid back then, too. And now? Still cynical, but laughing my fucking ass off.all.the.time.) She doesn't look happy at all to be working at CTU. Which makes no sense to me. If I were working with Kief and Chase and Tony, I'd be grinning every single minute of my crappy life.
~ Yay! Tony's going to recovery soon. Cool. Not that I was worried or nuthing. Ahh, O.R. feeds -- gotta love the power of technology. Awwww... TONY!! Hey, where's the nekkid? See those sutures the doc was using? Yep. We make those. LOL.
~ Mmmm. Chase in a vest. Yummy. Don't forget your shotgun! Yay! Mmm, Chase in close cramped quarters. Yum. Now Kiefer just needs to find him. And... punish him for not following orders. Or something like that.
~ Seriously. Are these prisoners tards? Killing all the hostages? DUMB. Fucking. Asses. It's always good to have more than one hostage. I love Jack. He doesn't do anything half-assed. Tempt fate? Suuuuure, no problem. Gee, I wonder if Chase'll get to Kief in time before TheKief blows his brains out. Will they do it? Will Chase save Kief? Or does that bullet have the sexy's name engraved on it? I don't really know. *bites fingernails* Well, color me shocked. Yay, baby. Bang! Bang! Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. Bang. Oh, wait. Guns are bad. Something like that. Those goggles Chase is wearing? I have to wear those in lab, too. LOL.
~ Ohoh, Chloe finds the heroin. You know... does this woman's expression ever change? It's like Vaughn, S2.
~ Um, something happened during the debate. Don't know what, though. *snooze* Something about a drug. Bet that'll come into play sometime in the future.
~ Dude, Kim. I know it's hard, but strain those brain cells. Think. Gael. Liar. Bad. Very bad. Very very bad. Pffft. Why do I bother? Oooh, Chloe getting snappy with Kim. She gets bonus points for that. LMFAO. She's pulling out points from the field op manual. Rubber tourniquet, syringe, drug vial... yep, let's just jump to conclusions, why don't we? Dammit, if Kief is going to be accused shooting up, then we at least deserve to see him do it.
~ TakeCharge!Michelle. Rowr.
~ Can't get enough of KieferWithGun. *bouncy* What's the plan, Jack? Of course. Give Jack the shotgun! Yay! Damn. More StrippingJack, which means more commercials. What is with this show and it's allergy to KiefNekkidness? Or did last year's nekkid torture scene use up all the Kief nekkidness for the show... ever?
~ Yep, gotta have at least one Kim crying scene this season, no? Gotta love the waterproof makeup.
~ Kief and Salazar have a bit of HoYay. Okay, they don't, but this entry needed a little more HoYay. Awwww, it's a lurver showdown. Kief vs. Chase. Of course, Chase is going to let Kief go because he loves him and will do anything for him. Damn, what's with all these shows and their love of helicopters?
~ And the good guys save Kyle and friend. Wooo, whatever. And of course, Chase doesn't get the memo until it's too late. *waves bye to Jack* Mmmm, ChopperJack! Hot. What's the spread on Chopper!Jack crashing with Salazar and Jack surviving... in the middle of the jungle (or desert, or wherever)?
~ Eep! Kief doing a gun safety PSA. *drool* I'll do anything he tells me. Gun safety, check. Switch to MCI, erm... Okay, almost anything.
Next
~ More debates.
~ More Chopper!Jack.
~ And Wayne is still very much evil.
I liked this ep a lot more than last week's. Wasn't bored at all. Well, except for the Palmer and the kids parts of the ep, but even they were almost negligible. Yay for lots of Kief and Chase and Salazar. And yay for Tony for not being dead.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:12 PM ... ||
Booooored!
Argh. I don't like snarking in the early afternoon. Well, at least not without being provoked, and right now, I don't consider 'Breaking Point' good enough to inspire me to any level of snarkdom. Yet, I must perservere otherwise V will start to bug me about some kind of crappy review. Since I've got to go to some dinner thing tonight (which better not interfere with my '24' time, dammit), and I'm going straight to the parents' house right after work tomorrow, early afternoon snarking today is the best I can offer Sunday's meh 'Alias' ep.
*yawn*
Oh, sorry. I haven't even started playing the ep yet... Must still be tired from last night... Just a note of warning: I like snarking, but sometimes the fun of snarking makes an ep sound a lot more enjoyable than it really was. And this one wasn't. *suppresses more yawning* Unlike the last ep which I thoroughly enjoyed watching (minus the geek car) and snarking on.
Well, let's get this over with, shall we?
Alias 3.08: Breaking Point
Previously
~ Sark spins lies to try to get Lauren into the backseat (*coughincestcough*). Woohoo!
~ Vaughn helps Syd escape but all I can focus on is his wedding ring and how damn sexy it looks on him.
~ Vaughn hugs Syd Pooh at the airport and tells Syd Pooh they'll always have Paris.
~ The good guys finally take Syd away so we can now concentrate on the interesting characters. Yay!
Now, I present: Pooh scene yawning, aka making this ep sound a lot more fun than it really was.
Snark it, baby
Not All Bags Are Equally Sexy: Oh, look! A helicopter! Falling on Romano! Errrm.. sorry, snarking on the wrong crappy show... Random question: If you're listed as a "special" guest star, does that mean you're the one they blame when the rating suck? Or do we continue blaming AnnoyingSyd? Or... maybe the writer? Hmm... don't recognize this one. *puts name on ToBeWaryOf list* Ok, back to the scene. When they were walking the prisoner in, I thought it was a guy, but then they took the bag off and it... well, it was Syd. *first yawn* I knew there was a reason why that bag over the head wasn't nearly as sexy as Sloane and his bag. Dudes, been there, done that. Syd should have gotten one of those Hannibal masks instead. Unless this is Syd's way of getting even closer to her lurver Sloane. ("Look, honey! We've got matching headbags!") Meh.
It's Not a Hostile Takeover! It's a Soul-Sucking, Suicide-Is-The-Only Option, What-Did-I-Ever-Do-To-JJ&Co Shitty Move: NSCShit takes over the CIA and Dixon's staff, which apparently only consists of Vaughn and Weiss, because no one else in that office seems to care that they're now being supervised by the Devil, you know, if the Devil happened to be an ASS and worked for the NSC. I lurved Dixon in this scene, only because he lasted about a minute and disappeared from the rest of the series. Or rather, just this ep, because I'm not that fucking lucky. Btw, someone PLEASE kill Lindsey. I'm sorry, no offense to the actor, but when he talks his head bobs up and down while his body is rigid, and all I can picture is a bobblehead with two or three wisps of hair sticking up (Kendall, he is NOT!). That's about as complimentary as I'm going to get for the character because dammit, he's KILLING ME SLOOOOOOOWLY. I'd rather undergo some medieval torture technique or even Chinese water torture. Dammit. Oh, yeah, and MEH.
Say It, Don't Spray It: Lauren and Michael (yes, dammit, he's "Michael" to me now, SHUT UP, la la la I can't hear you, crap, hating Lindsey is screwing with my abilities to hate everyone else) squabble. Blah blah blah. For the record, I don't think Lauren is bad no matter who she may or may not be related to, or married to, or working for or with.
Look Into My Eye: Jack does the slow walk of passion while NSCShit undresses him with his eyes. Yeah, that's all I got. Couldn't even pull a good HoYayish comment out my ass because... *yawn*
HoYay Alert! I take it back. I can pull a good HoYay comment out my ass if I have to. Jack/Vaughn? Bring it. I didn't catch everything they said, but I do remember there was a lot of intense talking in hushed tones, a lot of concentrated staring, and some heavy breathing. Then there was something about a rendezvous in the garage. Hubba!
Crap, Not Syd Again: When she was trying to find a way out... when she pushed on the cell bars, dude, the jailhouse-gray painted wooden cell door totally yielded. Crappy props. Oh, cripes. Syd is seriously the WORST spy ever. I'm no spy but even my SketchDar alarm was screaming at Cambell, or however you spell his name. I'm sure Pruitt Taylor Vince is a great actor, but all I've ever seen him play are idiots, or evil guys pretending to be idiots. *coughtypecastingcough* The only interesting thing said so far was "candy." I'd like a hard candy to suck on right now so I can "accidentally" choke myself to unconsciousness.
And In the Land of All That Is Good and Sexy, (aka Land of HoYay): Sloane gets out of his car, looking FUCKING HOT in the black turtleneck and the black long coat, and the... *THUD* What's better than Jack/Vaughn HoYay? Jack/Vaughn/Sloane THREESOMES!! *dance Dance of Joy* "I told you Jack. We'd work together again." Rowr, baby.
This Crap Again? Please helicopter, fall on me! NSCBobbleShitHead talks almost as much as Dixon. When will it end?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Woohoo for electroshock therapy! Higher! Higher! Dammit, Kasuf! First you lose Sha're, then you're stuck on this show. The least you can do is turn the setting HIGHER! Weeee! Yes! Higher! *does Dance of Joy* You must be very brave... but nobody withstands The Machine! Mwahahahahaha... cough cough cough...
Oh, thankful, wonderful, sweet commercial breaks!
The Pit of Despair: Doc: Something something something that sounded an awful lot like "I've just sucked one year of your life away. I might one day go as high as five, but I really don't know what that would do to you. So, let's just start with what we have. What did this do to you? Tell me. And remember, this is for posterity, so be honest -- how do you feel?" Only not written quite as wittily or elegantly. Syd: Cries. Okay, no, she didn't, she steals a paperclip instead. And I have a heart attack from shock because God knows I didn't see that one coming from a mile away...while blindfolded. Gee, Beave, what do you suppose she'll do with that paperclip?
Where's John Williams When You Need Him? Great. More NSCBobbleHead spewing verbal diarrhea. According to the music, I think I'm supposed to be... fearful? worried? anxious? disgusted? intimidated? by him. Instead, I got a whole lot of "shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP, just shut.UP!" Damn, I miss TalkingHeadDixon. *sniff*
Shut Up, Part 2: LMFAO. Syd just takes WhatsHisFace's only blanket. Whatever. And then there was Syd crying, which is always good for a few laughs. Skip!
Can Ya Dig It? Somewhere, Gene Hackman is crying because Shaft totally stole his name from Enemy of the State, another character with access to cool spy gear. *rolls eyes* The only thing we learn from this exchange? Vaughn is no math wizard, but that's okay because he just needs to sit there and look pretty. Since I have nothing else to say about this scene, let's just take a moment away from this snoozer to celebrate the Shaft:
Who's the black private dick
That's a sex machine to all the chicks?
SHAFT!
Ya damn right!
Who is the man that would risk his neck
For his brother man?
SHAFT!
Can you dig it?
Who's the cat that won't cop out
When there's danger all about?
SHAFT!
Right On!
They say this cat Shaft is a bad mother
SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
I'm talkin' 'bout Shaft.
THEN WE CAN DIG IT!
He's a complicated man
But no one understands him but his woman
JOHN SHAFT!
Ahhhh. Didn't that just give you a warm fuzzy? *huggles everyone*
Jack's Batcave: Hmmm, Jack. My Evil!Dar is a'tingling. "You're smarter than you look." Dammit, Jack. I told you Michael was just there to look pretty. Now don't be giving him no ideas that he can actually be something. Tsk.
Back at Camp WeDon'tCare: I don't like when people pick on Kasuf. Where the frell is Jack O'Neill&Co to take that bitch down? The frell....? You know what would have made this scene rock a million times more than it didn't? Well, too bad, I'm going to tell you anyway. If they had Syd and her gang of guards run past Lauren. Cue the Benny Hill song. Then have everyone run back past Lauren again in the opposite direction. Then they could have shown the guards chasing after Syd through the prison while the music played. See? That would be funny. And I'm going to stop now, because why the fuck did I bring up Benny Hill? (Damn the PoohDad and my childhood!)
Dudes. I'm not even halfway done here. I'm about to kill myself, and you probably feel the same way, too. *cues Benny Hill music and runs around the room*
In The Van O' Lurve: Pretty Vaughn. Pretty Jack. Pretty Sloane. *drool*
Trix Snarked The Ocean's Eleven Angle, Way Better Than Me: Repairman!Jack. Rowr. "Got a nasal infection. Freakin' nightmare." LMFAO. That line and the delivery cmsu. I lurve Jack. Wow. I'm not even irritated by SuperFieldAgent!Vaughn anymore. How can I when he's just so damn purrty? Sloane: "Having spent a significant amount of time with your wife over the last year, I think it's safe to say you're a lucky man." Vaughn: "Yes, I am." WEEEEE! Death to S/V! Thank God he said that, because I so want to continue loving TheVaughn. *sobs tears of joy* Darn stupid government. Can't they file their blueprints alphabetically so Jack doesn't have to dig through all of them? For example: Camp Williams goes under S for 'super not-so-secret NSC boring hellhole.' Aww, Jack's holding up the maps to the camera for Vaughn to see. On each blueprint is a word. The words spell out: I. Love. You. You can't see it, because it's in invisible ink. So ha! How's that for some spy skilz, huh? Yeah, that's what I thought. Hrmph.
P.S. Sloane sacrifices himself for true love. Jack reciprocates in the Van o' HoYay. Now go away so they can get some privacy.
U-Store-It Self-Surgery Shack: Jack's better stocked than the cash store at my work, and we're talking about J&J, the Disney of Healthcare Products. Oooh, now every one shut up. There's NekkidSloaneage! Ooh, NekkidSloane being tied down! Ooh, Vaughn making NekkidSloane bite down on his belt. Oooh, NekkidSloane moaning and groaning. Oooh, NekkidSloane passing out under the care of Jack and Vaughn. *fans self* Dude, is it getting hot in here? Serious now. Did Jack sterilize those surgical instruments? Because infection's going to be a bitch.
Shit: Syd. Again. Why won't this bitch just die already? So Cambell's son was six the last he remembers of him, and his name was Benjamin. Do I think this is significant in any way? Of course not, what do you take me for? A freaking tard? We all know that if it's not obvious, then it doesn't mean a damn thing on this show. Pfffft. Btw, based on other people's specs, I rewatched 'The Telling' to see for myself. Yes, there was a Benjamin Xavier Spek on the Project Christmas list. And Cambell's real name is Schapker. And did you know that Allison's name was the only name alphabetically out of order on that list? Or am I like a million years late with that observation? Hmmm. Hmm with me, dammit.
Wooooooo for HoYay! You know it's a good scene when they start with a closeup of NekkidSloane. Oh yeah. *whips out Captain Subtext* Vaughn: "I didn't know you wore glasses." CS Translation: You're fucking hot. Jack: "Only during surgery." CS Translation: Yes, I know. Jack: "....yes, if only Marshall had a well-trained CIA operative to assist him." CS Translation: You're pretty fucking hot yourself. Vaughn: "You're starting to like me again." CS Translation: You love me, you really truly LOVE me!
Break time. Pooh needs a cold shower.
Shitty Shitty Bang Bang (Pooh's dead, thank god): Lauren said something. NSCShit blew a lot of hot air. And I'm bored out of my freaking mind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Marshall, shut up: I think that says it all. Except you know longwinded me... The owl glasses? Shout out to Jim "Wash Out" Pfaffenbach and Hot Shots! *huggles Jon Cryer* Btw, Vaughn always exfoliates because pretty boys take care of themselves. Marshall: "Can I just say - love." Pooh: "Can I just say.... oh, the hell with talking..." *takes keyboard and beats Marshall*
The World IS a Sexy Place! ROWR! ROWR! ROWR! Note how gentle Jack was while applying bandages to Sloane's wound. I'd rehash everything they said to each other but their intimate, affectionate exchange should stay between the lovers. However, Sloane's "You're all I have left"? *weeps, because the Pooh is such a girl* Awwwwwwwwwww.
Lauren&Vaughn4Eva! Um, they get back together. Moving on....
Camp OMG!ITotallyDidNotSeeThatComing (except in every freaking TV and movie ever made): "...your one major weakness." One? ONE? Just one? Tell me again why Syd is a spy, and why she's considered one of the CIA's best spies? No, really. Explain it to me, and use tiny words and graphics. Where the goddamn is Irina? Or Sark? Oooh... neurostim! Woohoo!! Although I have to say, it's a little too late to try to get on my good side. HRMPH.
Camp Christ,NotAgain Blah blah blah Lauren with a huge overriding program thing that even my blind grandmother can see from here, and one that makes a huge noise when it's finished counting down that even my deaf grandfather can hear from here. Blah blah blah Schapker, whatever. Syd rescue... yadda yadda yadda.... Schapker gunfight. Yeah, right. Ok, he can't hit the pretties, which makes sense because they're hiding behind things. But the pretties can't hit him? Wtf? He's hiding behind... the frelling bars. If you can call that "hiding." I call it, dude, he's practically standing out in the open, nitwits. Oh, poor Lauren. She killed a guy (please let him be dead, because I don't need any more characters I don't care about populating this show), big whoop, suck it in and move on. And Shaft? Got shafted. Big time. Hell, I think Sark had more screentime than him in this ep, and Sark wasn't even in this boring ep.
The Copter of Lurrrve: And the helicopter crashes. No? Damn. I'm going to need more luck if I continue to watch this show. So Syd says, "I didn't know what to do." And Jack answers, "You made it, Sydney, you made it." What the cheese? They should have used Sorkin's "All you have to do is come home at the end of the day." Or however that line goes. Now, that, my friend, is good cheese. Man, Syd's got some great torture-proof makeup on. Awww, the Syd/Jack hug at the end? *bawls* Sloane smiling at them? *bawls* They lurve each other! They do! *sniff*
Next week
~ The frell?
Oh, so my final review of this one ep summed up in one word? Meh.
Damn. I need a nap now. Had to dig deep for some extra snark I'd been saving for the rest of the Alias season in order to make this one ep seem interesting. Well, also need to rest before TheKief tonight, anyway. Hee. Oh! And the AngstyElliot ep on SVU! Mmmm... Aliaswhat? Kiefer..... Meloni.... *drool*
|| posted by Pooh at 3:35 PM ... ||
Monday, November 24, 2003
Hmmm.... just took this inkblot test (gakked from LJ people) during work:
Pooh, your subconscious mind is driven most by Sexuality
The world is a sexy place for you — your erotic self leads the way. Whether this is because you're presently in a great physical relationship or simply want one, you are much more aware of the sexual undertones in situations than most people.
This heightened focus, coupled with your vivid imagination, can make you more likely to have original — at times risqué — interpretations of things that other people might see as innocuous.
Your subconscious is telling you that you are very much alive, and have a great deal of passion to bring to life.
Heh. Well, that's totally a shock to me. You know, since I'm such a prude and like to think of everyone as being... neutered.... Although this might explain why I can pull a ship, any ship, out of my ass based on just a few looks, and why the HoYay-dar has been pretty active lately. Damn.
BTW, not that anyone cares, but no Philly trip today. That means I'll get home at a reasonable hour, and be able to bust out the snark.... the snark based on my sexuality-based point of view. Mwahahahaha. (Jack&Vaughn&Sloane4EVA!)
|| posted by Pooh at 10:11 AM ... ||
I changed my mind. The snark will come eventually, but first, I need to sleep on it. Right now, just rethinking the ep... it hurts, yo. It hurts.
And then the dl took forever, and the idiot who put it up didn't even bother putting in the previouslies, and now I'm all in a grumpy mood. So cranky, in fact, that I don't even feel like snarking. On anything.
Besides, I just watched Coupling to wash out the Alias, and after watching 'Remember This,' I'm in this really happy/but very angsty place right now, and that just makes me even grumpier about Alias. Bah.
Plus, it's still like a sauna in my room unless I sit near the window. And because of the really dry heat, my nose started to bleed a little (yeah... if you know me... this is why I hate winter), and I'm perfectly willing to blame that on Alias, too. Meh.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:05 AM ... ||
Sunday, November 23, 2003
'Breaking Point' spoilers? Not so much.
I hate hate hate watching Alias eps on TV. It's not just the commercials that bother me. It's.... I just can't pay attention when the remote keeps calling out to me and beckoning me to channel flip. Grrrr.
I'm not sure if that's the reason or not, but right now, my main feelings for tonight's ep is: *yawn* Well, except for the Jack/Vaughn/Sloane threesome. 'Cuz that was hot, yo. Other than that, people need to quit fucking talking and gimme some spy action. Oh, and NSCShithead can't die fast enough for my tastes, although at this point, having suffered through this many eps of him, I deserve to watch him die a slow, painful, torturous, nasty death. I DESERVE IT, DAMMIT!
Oh, and the previews? SLOANE/SYD KISSAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Will have snarky (and yes, there will be very much snark for this ep) thoughts up after I get the download and can finally pay attention to the ep. Maybe I'll go rewatch Sloane/Syd lurve in 'Prelude' again. Or... maybe just some Coupling eps. Heh.
Until then, if anyone needs a Snark Fix, watch the Blood Gulch Chronicles. The PoohBro and I wet our pants watching it this weekend. You don't even need to have a rudimentary knowledge of Halo to understand it. Hee.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:08 PM ... ||
It's been a pretty emotional weekend.
Friday: Went home to see the PoohMom and tried to make it up to her for forgetting her birthday. Ended up getting suckered into making a couple of copies of some old tape she wanted. That took.... FOREVER. And then I had to redo them again because she wouldn't believe me that the crappy copies were because of her crappy original. Pooh cried that night.
Saturday: Ran back to school to spend some time with the old roomies and the Wabbits. Kinda fun. Good to see the Wabbits, two of Rabbit's friends I had been introduced to before, the ScaryRoomie, and TheOtherRoomie... and their new roomie, who didn't stay long, and is definitely not as cool as me. Ha! I'd say more but blah blah blah... maybe later. Then I drove all the way back home and caught the Great Performances of 'Oklahoma' PBS pledge drive. Mmmm. Hugh Jackman. Hugh Jackman singing. Hugh Jackman singing shirtless. Pooh cried that night, too, but them were happy tears. Rowr.
Sunday: Had to wait for the Things1and2 to come back so we could take the PoohMom to dinner. Found out about the Alias wildfeed thing. *sobs* Need.To.Snark.Right.Now. *twitch* Got my 'The Two Towers' DVD and watched that while waiting. Ok, I'm a dork. I cried during that, too. All the slashy goodness... Aragorn is such a slut, yo. When that elf (Haldir?) died and Aragorn cradled him in his arms, I bawled, and then I bawled again when Gandalf and Eomer got back in time to help. Yeah... whatever, shut up. And now, I'm SOBBING because I'm back at the apartment and the heat was blasting. I think the super put in a "new" thermostat (which looks crappier and older than the one we originally had), and he turned it all the way up. Which he should not have done because the past week I've had the thermostat turned "off" and the heat was at a point where it didn't overwhelm the nice cold air coming in through my windows. But turned all the way up? Nuh uh. No way. It's like a fucking sauna in here, and even the cold air coming through the open windows isn't helping. *SOBS*
Where is my Alias download? Where is my Alias download? Damn. The heat is giving me a headache. Not sure if I can concentrate on snarking later. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:06 PM ... ||
Friday, November 21, 2003
Weeeee!
My stockpile of KentuckY came in. Okay, not really. But I did get a nice big (heavy) box of stuff. About 15 packs of dental floss ('cuz you never know), tons of bottles of Neutrogena crap, and lots of supplements. That was pretty fast. Only took two days. Now I can go play with all the fancy schmancy lip balms I ordered.
And if there's anything I love almost as much as playing with office supplies, it's playing with (and then never ever using again) cosmetic-y (if you count creams and lip balms as cosmetics since I don't do real make-up) stuff.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:35 PM ... ||
Thursday, November 20, 2003
Shit.
ThePooh's in trouble. In a freaking huge honkin' doghouse.
I forgot it was the PoohMom's birthday. Oops.
Thing 2 had to call me to remind me to call home. What sucks the most is that all yesterday, I kept telling myself I needed to call the mom today, and this morning, I reminded myself again. Crappity crap.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:33 PM ... ||
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
Pooh = Shopping Freak
It's getting close to the end of the year and since I have no idea whether I'll be asked to continue my internship next year, I went on a little shopping spree at the company online store.
Dude? It's not really scary that I've been hoarding dental floss, Tylenol products and lotions right? No, seriously... everyone does it... right? *hides the stockpile of KY*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:51 PM ... ||
Woohoo for inclement weather!
Boss booted my ass out of work an hour early because there was a tornado watch. *boggles* Tornadoes? In Jersey? Yeah, ok, whatever. But good thing he did because even though I left way early, it was a hellish drive home. There's nothing worse than driving in the beginnings of rush hour traffic, in the dark, in a really heavy rainstorm, with headlights and occasional street lamps reflecting off the road making it impossible to see any of the lane markings. Yeah... so can't wait until it starts snowing, dude.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:32 PM ... ||
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
It's Tony Night! Oh, yeah, and there's also TheKief.
24, Day 3: The Rambling Thoughts Continue
Previously
~ Anne is not Sherry, so go away.
~ Evil evil evil Wayne, shut up.
~ Chase punts Kim into a virus-infected lake infested with monster piranha... and then sadly, I wake up.
~ Boring kid with fake drugs or something. No one cares.
~ Mmmm Kiefer!
~ Tony in the field! With fake blood! What a prankster. And Jack all over him, taking care of his lurrrrrver.
4:00-5:00 PM
~ Tony's got a tiny boo boo. No biggie. *gives Michelle a hug* I love her. She's so cool and collected, and she didn't get all hysterical like a Syd or a Kim (she totally looks like she would, and you know it). If anyone can lead CTU now, it's Michelle. Girl power, woohoo!
~ Dude, Chloe needs to die. Dammit, shut up and just give Michelle a minute because not everything revolves around you. And then die.
~ There was a non-car chase with the kids. Ho hum. And dude, Kyle? You're about to bust open with some alien black oil or some other virus. Do you really think you should be driving right now?
~ Rowr, Chase. For cripe's sake... *takes scissors to Kim's hair* Oh, and Kim? Shut the fuck up.
~ Eh. Vascular repair? That's all? See, Tony's perfectly fine. Hmm... not sure I trust that doctor though... he looks a bit sketchy. Don't hurt my baby!
~ Palmer and the Evil!Wayne. Did I mention Wayne was evil? Because he is. Just in case y'all were unaware.
~ "Mr, President, it's Jack Bauer." Yeah, you'd think Palmer would know Jack's voice by now. Ehh, what's the death of a couple hundred of thousands of Californians? They elected Ahnold, for goodness sake. *gets her east coast snobbery on* :P
~ The look on that girl's face when Kyle told her he had some weird disease in his body. LMFAO. That's right, kiddies. Premarital sex is BAD. And so are drugs. And drug dealers. And diseases. Bad, bad, bad. "How stupid am I?" Oh geez, that was meant to be rhetorical , right? Because I was all ready to do a doctorate on that question.
~ I don't like Jack's plan. Not one bit. No last missions. No "turning" sides. No no no. Send Adam instead. Or Kim. Yeah, send the both of them to do the dirty work. (Apparently this was supposed to be a really great twist, but for some reason, it just seemed a typical, plausible Bauer move to me. Yeah, I suck and ask way too much of this show. Entertain me, dammit!) Aren't there other agents around who can bust Salazar out of prison? Because Jack has a full day ahead of him. He needs to come over to my place so I can fan him with a big ass feather and feed him grapes. Or something.
~ Wayne and his evil!appointments. Where are you going, Wayne? What are you doing, Wayne? Why do you always look so evil, Wayne? Why am I acting like I care, Wayne?
~ Awwww. Tony's allergic to penicillin. That's just so... endearing. What are we betting that someone's going to "accidentally" slip him some penicillin in a few hours?
~ Chloe's evil. Did you know that? She's a kiss up, too. Jesus, she's also a fucking nosybody. A nosy, self-involved, evil kiss up. Die, die, die, die already. Woohoo! She caught GreasyHair dude with contraband! Now the EvilCTUTraitor must kill Chloe! Go get her, dude. You have my blessings.
~ Hector? What.Ever. "That's what power feels like. It feels like a gun." Oh man. Who the fuck wrote this? I'll tell you what real power is. TheKief. Yeah, that's pretty much it. Although Claudia looks pretty hot with that gun pointed at Hector.
~ Oh, look. The baddies put Kyle and chick in a... what the hell is that? A big washing machine? Pffffft. I guess their job is done, because now they're having a wet t-shirt contest.
~ Anne is evil. She's really working inside with Wayne. And they're probably lurvers on the side, putting on this act for Palmer. Ok, I'm just making things up because 1) she's not Sherry, and 2) boring. I want Sherry. I want Sherry. I want Sherry IwantSherryIwantSherryIwantSherry.... and I want Nina! Oh, and Mason isn't dead, dammit.
~ Excellent, Wayne. That's good. That's really good. Gotta follow a couple of Palmer's orders so he won't suspect you. That'll throw him off while you work your evil magic behind his back.... The Pooh's onto you. Btw, Wayne's also working with Anne's "ex"-husband (I bet they're not really divorced), because Wayne is so a quadruple agent. Yep.
~ Oooooh, the EvilTrio wanting to give Michelle the boot so they can take over. And if by EvilTrio you knew I meant Adam, Chloe and Gael (or whatever the fuck GreasyHair's name is), then you're on the same thought train as me. Go you because you rock as hard as Pooh.
~ Hee. Michelle is my hero. Way to snark Gael back down to his place on the lower rungs of the CTU ladder. *kicks GreasyEvilBastard*
~ No, Kief! Why are you telling Kim anything? Kim! She's got the world's biggest mouth. I don't care if she's your sweetheart. You just don't.... crap. "Sweetheart, I do. I want to tell you I'm sorry.... I love you so much." *drool* What was I saying before? Nevermind that. Kief&Kim4EVA! *sobs* I wish my daddy would say things like that to me. Except without the blatant sexual overtones. 'Cuz when it's not Kief/Kim, incest isn't always best.
~ Hee. Chase snarked on Kief. Oooh, and then he got all forceful with him. Twu wub, baby! Did Chase get a new jacket? Yum. And squee. Oh man. Squee! Squee! Badass Chase! Rowr. ROWR, dammit! Rowrrrrrrrrrr! *bouncy bouncy*
~ Just in case any of you were in doubt as to the incredibly HoYay-ifficness of this show, I present to you:
1. "I need to go one on one with him right now."
2. "There won't be any marks, I promise."
3. "He's tougher to break than I thought. Maybe the two of us can..."
4. "We're okay? You and me?"
5. Jack touching Chase's face. (*sings 'love me tender, love me sweet...'* Heh :P )
6. "Yeah, we're okay."
Not only is it blatantly HoYayiffic, we were thisclose to getting a Kief/Chase/Salazar sammich. Potential THREESOME!! Weeee!
~ EEP. Um, Kief? That's not how you're supposed to treat your lurver.
~ Wayne? Sooooo working with Sherry.
~ Chase all tied up... I love the way Jack thinks. Now what do we do with him? Hmm? *smiles innocently*
~ Salazar cracks my shit up. "You don't look so good. That's a bitch." Heh.
~ It's amazing what you can get away with if you act like you've got the authority to do something, and then throw in the magic word "classified."
~ Sniff! Poor baby, Chase! It's not nice of TPTB to make two hotties bleed two eps in a row.
~ Oh, shit. Kief, what did you do? This isn't going to turn into '24: The Oz eps,' is it? Because if it is, TheMeloni needs to get in on this action.
~ OH, SHIT. I just had a gasm. BadassPissedOffChase grabbing that shotgun and then pumping it one-handed while strutting down the hall without missing a beat? *fans self* Mmmm. What a wonderful image to end the ep on. Hee.
Well, I was going to predict Jack/Chase facing off sometime in the next few eps. Guns pointed at each other. Lots of yelling, foaming at the mouth, getting nekkid... Um, ok, probably not that last one because I'm not nearly that lucky....
But then the previews happened, and I was partly right. Mmmm. Hotties facing off, and a pissed off Chase with the advantage. But you know nothing bad will happen because Chase? So lurves his Kief.
So....
There's no doubt that '24' is a very good show. That's a given, even when you don't waste time comparing it to all the crap on TV right now. However, I've come to terms with the fact that my level of interest in the show correlates directly with the amount of screentime for TheKief, Tony, Chase, Michelle, and any of the other badass women (Nina, Sherry). Everyone else talks way too much, takes up too much time, and my eyes begin to glaze over. Sorry, Palmer... you're nice and all, but without Sherry, and with no obvious potential to get your BadassAction!Palmer on.... meh. So yeah, the first half of this episode was okay, but thankfully it picked up (and picked up fast) in the second half. If you average out my feelings for the entire ep, it ends up with me loving it. And I'm not just saying that because of all the blatant HoYay I got to play with in the second half.
I can't wait for the next ep. Weeeee!
In SVU news... Elliot's still hot, and my Meloni sleeve fetish (tm One) is still going strong. Sadly, this new ADA is still on the show, and she's still killing my ElliotLust. Grrrrrrr. Next week looks like an Elliot ep, though. An angsty Elliot ep. Woohoo!!
|| posted by Pooh at 11:11 PM ... ||
Monday, November 17, 2003
It's Philly Day!
Today was one of those days, except I have yet to figure out whether that's good or bad.
Bad: Had to be at work by 7:30 AM because we had 3 cases in Philly, a guaranteed longass day.
Bad: Discovered we only had one catheter waiting in Philly, and had forgotten to bring extras. Planned to reuse.
Good: Found out one of our cases got bumped up two hours so we missed it. Now only had to worry about 2 cases instead of 3.
Good: First of two cases was tiny and beautifully ideal. I got to play surgeon again, and I scoped and thermocouple needle-probed that badboy in record time. Woohoo! Also finished that case in no time because yes, the Pooh rocks hard. And she still looks pretty cute in her scrubs.
Bad: Still had one more case and still only one catheter, and it was getting late.
Good: Last case was abnormally huge and gross. Dude. I think I've become a hypochondriac working this internship. Women's diseases suck. I need to find a guy and pop out some kids before my uterus gets all frelled up like some of those cases I've seen at work. *shudder* Oh, but the good part -- this last one was frelled up (huge, dude, with a fibroid attached to it that was almost as big as my head. ICK) so we got to skip it.
Good: Still had to stay late, but we went out for Malaysian food for "lunch" at 6 PM. Ate dinner, then ordered extra stuff (plus desserts) to go -- all expensed. Dude, "business meetings" rule! Heh.
Bad: Didn't get home until 9 PM. *yawn*
Geek Alert: I'm finally changing my cell phone plan at the end of the month. Woohoo for number portability finally going into effect. Now all you freaks who have my number can still harass me whenever you feel like it. Going to switch to those big bad monopolizing bastards at Verizon, which has made me nothing but twitchy the past few months because I've been a loyal ATT/BabyBell gal for forever. *twitch* Anyway, I'm trying to decide on an appropriately geeky phone, but I just can't make up my mind. I lurve new toys.
So... these Alias spoilers or whatever? Does this mean I can finally be cured of my VaughnLust kick? Because I'm all for that.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:06 PM ... ||
Sunday, November 16, 2003
No Alias tonight. *frets* Now what the hell am I supposed to do instead? Sigh. Oh well, I'm sort of glad I don't have to type out any long rambling thoughts on another ep tonight. I especially liked 'Prelude,' and it'll be hard for me to top last week's musings. :P
One: I read it, and I'm pretty sure we did cowrite it. It's just like you to slip in a perv on Sam during an Alias recap. Pffffft. Tsk tsk. But dude, seriously? It always boggles when you yourself pick on the teeniest non-detail, spin it into major snark, and then see other people snarking hard on it, too. In similar fashion. Like a week or two later. Eh.
Weeeeee! I lurve when friends become celebrities (or maybe a "sublebrity" - tm boyfriend Anderson). I hope Rach is happy because I had to spend a FULL DOLLAR (hrmph!) on a Sunday edition of the NY Daily News. Just for this! Hee.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:38 PM ... ||
Thursday, November 13, 2003
Okay, the last apartment heating rant. Ever. Promise.
This place is all frelled up. When there's no heat, it's freezing. When there is heat, it's a freaking sauna. At the lowest thermostat setting. For the past few days, I've been sleeping with both my windows open all the way, and it's like mid-20s to 30s outside. When I woke up this morning, the breeze was a godsend, and I was already in boxers and a tank top. Bleh. This evening, when I got back from work, the downstairs neighbors had their ac on. Air-conditioning, dude. Fucked up, that's what it is.
At this point, I'd rather wait until I'm practically a Poohsicle before turning the heat on. Too bad we can't actually turn the heat off by ourselves. Sigh. I hate being all sweaty (alone). Grrrrr.
Great. I had to close all the windows because it's too windy. Door kept getting knocked around. Guess it's going to be hot tonight. :( :( :( :(
|| posted by Pooh at 10:20 PM ... ||
You know... *kicks Murphy*
Yesterday the boss told me I could come in later if I wanted. Of course, that would mean staying later, too. Pfffft. This morning, I was running 10 minutes late. And wouldn't you know it... this is the morning we get ~60 mph winds AND a damn accident on the road outside my apartment. For 10 extra minutes of sleep, I ended up sitting in traffic for an extra half hour. So of course, I get to work, and the boss is all, "oh, so you decided to start late, huh?" GRRRR. I hate Jersey traffic and its exponential behavior.
Random thought to ponder (while sitting in traffic): How much of a tard do you have to be if you can't even follow the simple directions for applying your registration sticker?
Hmmmm. My horoscope for today:
Cancer is the cosmic therapist, but these days he or she loves the job. Under your care, it's easy for others to feel good about themselves. Role models are flattered by their legions of imitators.
For the record, I hate taking care of y'all. But I'm nosy, so.... Also, I am flattered. Very flattered. You may all bow down to me and worship me like the royalty I am, but if any of you go SWF on me.... *evil cackle*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:52 AM ... ||
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
'24' spec:
Since I saw that EvilGuard thing and the Annicon thing...
(Okay, didn't see the Kyle thing, but whatever, he's boring and I don't care)
I already mentioned in the premiere thoughts that I thought TheKief was infected with the virus. I'm using the coughing fits in this ep as proof towards that twist. Since he was shooting up to get close to the Salazars, it's very conceivable that Ramon found out who he really was and had TheKief's heroin batch laced with the virus. Exactly when did TheKief get his last fix anyway? About 11 hours ago, maybe?
Also... still calling the Evil!Wayne and Evil!Anne specs.
Jury's still out on Chase, though.
Oh, and don't worry about Tony. He gets to spend the next few weeks in the hospital. He'll come back next season better than ever. Hrmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:51 PM ... ||
Shit.
This '24' screwed me up so badly, I forgot all about Elliot and SVU. Missed over half the ep. Didn't even set the VCR for it.
Damn.
Oh, and Fuck.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:41 PM ... ||
24, Day 3
Disclaimer: The following review was written up right after doing the long-ass catch up review for Alias so I was kinda wiped out in the snark department. Not that I usually snark heavily on 24. It's the Kief. What is there to snark about? Also... we finally got the heat back on, and it's turned up too high, making my room kinda sweltering. But 24 was on so I couldn't go turn it down. Because of the heat, I was all lethargic and restless, so my initial first-run impression of tonight's 24 is mostly *yawn* Okay, REALLY *yawn* I was bored out of my fucking mind. As a result, this "review" is pretty half-assed. Except for the ending. I got pretty passionate about that. Actually, EVERYONE got pretty hysterical about that.
Previously
~ EvilWayne has info on EvilAnne.
~ Kim blabs about Chase and his sucky taste in women.
~ Drugs are bad!
~ There's some kid, with some vital part of the storyline, but who cares.
~ Jack/Chase HoYay!
~ CTU traitors are everywhere, yo.
3:00 PM - 4:00 PM
~ Tony gets us up to date with two sentences. Love that man.
~ Jack's in the car. Sweaty and panting. Rowr. The only thing that'll make it better is if Chase is there with him. Or... Kief shooting up. Oh, yeah, baby, put that mouth into action. Rowrrrrr! Foiled, again! Damn. Someone get this guy a fix already.
~ Hey, it's that chick. Not quite as hot as Chase sitting in the car with Jack. Oh, well. Her asking if he's feeling okay doesn't have quite the same UST as Chase asking it.
~ Evil guy alert. Hey, where's Carrie, that bitca from last season? Okay, how can anyone not know this guy is bad? Look at his greasy hair. It screams "bad guy."
~ Oh. Smooth. Claudia trying to work Hector against his brother. Excellent.
~ Boring teen. Fast forward, dammit. Blah blah blah. This kid's a dumbass. Yadda yadda yadda. More boring than a Dixon briefing, and that's saying a lot, dude. Kyle, you dumbass. Tell your dad it's flour and you're going to go bake a cake, or it's baby powder and you're going to rub some on your girlfriend. Sheesh. Oh oh. Dun dun DUN! Ehh. There's no cure for this virus, right? Because this family bores the hell out of me.
~ You know.. knowing in advance who the CTU baddie is kinda boring. Now, instead of the fun of trying to figure it out, all I do is cringe and worry whenever the guy's in any of the meetings. No, Tony! Don't say anything! That sketchy looking guy is sitting right there! Sigh. I like playing the "Is it him? Is it him? Or him? Or her? Or maybe both of them?" game.
~ Yay! Chase is back at CTU. Now can we get some NekkidChase? Woohoo. The Chase death glare aimed at Kim. Dump that Kim ass. Yes! YES, WE'RE ALL BLAMING YOU, KIM! "This kid Parker"? That guy looks like he's 30 and Chase is... what? 15?
~ Salazar's guard is evil. Annicon is so going to get his ass killed.
~ Wayne is still evil. His mission: to get Palmer to turn on Anne so Sherry can come back and sweep him off his feet. Just watch and see. You know I'm right. Uh huh. Me likes that kind of evil. Anything to bring Sherry back.
~ Salazar has the EvilGuySyndrome. He talks way too fucking much. Shut up, dude. And yep, totally called it on the EvilGuard, and Annicon getting it. Whatever.
~ Kid. Family. Boring. Kill them already. Their job is done. Especially since that mom was dumb and dumped the virus.
~ Hazmat!Kief is hot. Rowr.
~ Hmm. Anne used to be married? Who's her ex? Bet it's someone we know or will get to know in the next few hours. "But I'm not Sherry." And... that's the problem. No, you're not. I want Sherry!
~ "I might be able to make this whole thing go away." More evidence Wayne is EVIL.
~ Adam, shut up. Kim, shut up. You already got to talk lots last week.
~ More Kief in a blue Hazmat suit. My favorite color. Mmmm. More Tony/Kief phone sex. Rowr. Oooh, SweatyPukingKief. I remember that from last season, only he was very nekkid. VERY nekkid.
~ The big bag of powder is a decoy! It's the boring kid! He's the virus! And he gave it to the girl. Yep. 'Cuz drugs and premarital sex are EVIL!
~ Something happened between Wayne and Palmer. I don't know. I missed it because I got bored. Sigh.
~ Mmm. More Kief. Ok, the frell. That lady put her hands all over Kief. Bitca. Hey, Kief, while you're at it, call my cell, too. Thanks. One thing I like about 24? They don't have all their cell phones set to that annoying Nokia default ring. Every time I hear that, I want to kill myself. Or the guy who developed that ringtone, because he/she/they deserve to die a slow, painful death.
~ Poor Chase. He gets grounded again. No, Chase! Don't go. Don't get infected. Actually, Tony shouldn't go either. Send Kim. Yeah, that's a better idea.
~ Chloe, shut up.
~ Rowr! Tony in his suit, sauntering over to the helicopter? Be still my lusting heart.
~ Aww, Kief's got Chase programmed into his cell as "Chase." Pretty damn intimate if you ask me. Hee! Chase turned away from Kim when he saw her coming. LMFAO. No, Kim. No, I don't think you feel bad at all, you selfish little pretentious ingrate.
~ Weee! Tony in the field.
~ Nicole is so trying to get her slut on with the Kief. Shut up. He's Chase's. So back off, bitca.
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|| posted by Pooh at 10:24 PM ... ||
Woohoo! It's 24 night! Kieffffffffff. *drool*
But first thing's first. V keeps bugging me for that stupid Alias snark, which is kinda killing me -- if I don't finish snarking on it within 24 hours, I lose interest in snarking at all. So you see my dilemma? But... since I don't want him to keep harrassing me every frelling night until it's up, I'm going to try something new. Instead of filling this entry with an incredibly amount of blog diarrhea, as I tend to do on occassion... I am going to attempt to sum up each scene, as I rewatch them, in as few sentences as Poohssible. We'll see how long that lasts, seeing how frellin' longwinded I get. Anyway, I finally got the heat working in the apartment which makes me happy, and HappyPooh means SnarkyPooh.
Alias 3.07: Prelude
Previously
~ Syd and Sloane make lurrrrrrrrve, and Syd fakes it (the hate, not the other stuff).
~ Simon's alive! And still wearing ridiculous headgear! Because he's dead and I don't have to worry about offending people's tastes, I can admit that I miss Simon. Only because he gave me one more person to snark on. Other than that... eh, don't really care much either way. (Note: Onesy said it was okay for me to meh about him, and what she says is law. So don't get all worked up and hate the hater. No flames, dammit.)
~ Vaughn and Weiss make their own sweet lurrrrve while giving pro hockey players a bad name.
~ The AnnoyingNSCGuy proves once again that he must die. Die! DIE!! DIE!! DIE!!
Snark on
~ The Dream Within a Dream: Fucked up (and just a teeny bit freaky - did I ever mention my phobia of gargoyles and dark scary angel statues? Shut up).
~ The Other Dream: Half-expected The Greys to start suctioning her belly, making it all huge and distended (a la Scully), which would explain why she looked like she was about to have quadruplets in that ugly white dress from the last ep. Wasn't interested in the gratuitious panty shot (I'm not even going to crack on how the obviously feminine crotch shot was done by a double since I'm nicer than a lot of people, and really... I'm pretty sure it was her... for real.... no, really... not even a duck or centaur joke like everyone else...). Instead, got the nerd on by wondering whether that was general all-purpose laboratory Tygon tubing (and what diameter tubing) she was pulling out of that horribly fake wound.
~ The Post-dream: Syd wakes up laughing. Oh, sorry... that's her version of crying/gasping, and my laughing. Whatever.
~ Therapy - We all need it: Another bald guy who is NOT Kendall. WTF. Quit rubbing it in, dammit. But neurostimulation therapy? Sounds like fun! Sign Syd up! The frell! ANOTHER bald guy (though fucked up), who isn't Kendall. *kicks casting* "I'd consider death as an option before this procedure." Funny Doc should say that, because I think Syd should consider death, too. With or without the procedure. Although, at least with, we'd get some torture fun out of it, too. Sidenote: Love how the doctor's security clearance allows Syd to spill all. In the middle of the hallway. In front of everyone and their grandmothers and their dogs.
~ Mmm, tequilas!: Gimme one. And give one to Javier, too. Looks like he needs one. In that jail cell. All badass. And sweaty. And breathing heavily. And... umm, can I get a margarita, too? And a round of sangrias for everyone!
~ Sloane makes love to the entire CIA: Dixon? YAWN. Sloane with the bag over his head? Mmm, kinky. Me likes. And then Turtleneck!Sloane? Rowr. I'm surprised no one in that room combusted just looking at him. No, wait... ahhhh... Dixon making incredibly hot, passionate eye contact with TheSloane, and then his throat making that swallowing action (yeah, he did, and you know you saw it) - the only time I've liked Dixon this season.
Okay... I'm already failing miserably at the concise mini-snark review. Damn my longwindedness.
~ SloaneSex: Marshall gets in on the Sloane mind fuck. Woohoo! Then Dixon gets jealous, and punishes Marshall. Blah blah blah... laser crap... geekboy briefing... yadda yadda. More Sloane sex and proof Syd desperately wants him: "If you betray me, I will just kill you myself." Seriously, Syd, could you be more obvious in your SloaneLust? How much does this "CIA" suck? The very blatant flaw in Sloane's plan: he wants to be accompanied by the very best and that means Syd? Bwahahaha. Oh man, LMFAO. I can't believe she fell for that (ego much, Syd?), because we all know the very best = Jack. Duh.
~ Jack/Vaughn HoYay!: Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. There was Jack, being all hot and badass and squee-worthy. Then there was Vaughn, being all badass and standing up to Jack (and maybe just a little hot, too). And finally there was Pooh, for once wishing she were in the middle of a Jack/Vaughn sammich. (GAHHHH!! WHO WROTE THAT???? It wasn't me! Honest! The frell! Where did THAT come from?! *skeeves* No, really... *skeeves*.... *while secretly placing order for sammich delivery*)
~ Geeks Unite!: Remote control toy cars. Hmm. Did a geek write this ep? Who wrote this ep? *must remember to check* Every male geek's wet dream -- Geek (Marshall) geeks out in front of pretty girl (let's not quibble, we'll say 'Syd' because Lauren isn't in this scene), and pretty girl (Syd, again, due to lack of other options) pretends like she understands what Geek (Marshall) is babbling about. Oh, ha ha. They can't find the toy car. Ha ha hahahahahaha. No, really. Ha.... ha....
~ The New S/S: "By the way, you look beautiful." Screw the mission (oh, hey, didja get that? Screw the... nevermind), Sloane and Syd need to find a hotel room asap. Dude, this scene is full of innuendos. Syd's evening bag is so phallic, it's a penis bag (no seriously, look when she hands it over to the guard... btw, her Chinese sucks). From now on, whenever I hear the Blue Danube, I will forevermore think of Sloane and Syd making out on the dance floor. Rowr, baby! Hey, it's that guy! He's always playing baddies. "I assume she does more for you than type." Translation: You two are so getting it on. Heh. Even he sees what Syd keeps denying -- twu wub. "Oh, our business is strictly professional." Translation: Twu wub or not, she insists on getting paid for services rendered. "Of course." Translation: Hey, whatever it takes.
~ The Ladies' Room: That lipstick was pretty damn phallic, too. But the toy car? Still silly.
~ Sony, Nintendo, and Microsoft Are Jealous: Because that arcade game Marshall's playing looks hella fun and exciting.... not. What do the red and white buttons do anyway? *someone please squish the car please squish the car please squish the car* Darn. *pouts*
~ Back to the Sloane/Syd sex: They should totally dance. And if by dance I happen to mean something else.... then yeah, they should totally do that, too. Btw, those people on the dance floor? *snert* They look like bored out of their minds. Just saying. So the plan involves S/S pretending to be lovers, then faking a fight on the dance floor. I think I've seen this movie before. It's called Picture Perfect with my snarky boyfriend Jay Mohr, and while the premise was similar but not exactly the same, we all know how it ended up -- they get together in the end. Sloane&Syd4Eva&Eva! *sniff* I lurve happy endings.
~ What do you get when you put two people who normally can't shut the fuck up in one room? Marshall/Dixon. Bleh. The "will it, or won't it" scene with the car and the closing door? Yeah. Edge.Of.My.Frelling.Seat. I can't believe they spent so much time on that stupid car and Sark's only been in one scene so far. Whatever, dude, what.ever.
~ And... back to the sex...: Tuxedo!Sloane shaking his booty with Syd. *bouncy bouncy*
~ The Boredom, again: Ever get the feeling Dixon just likes to hear the sound of his voice? It's what Pooh's high school English teacher used to call the IGO, or instant grasp of the obvious. It's a redundancy that is rivalled only by the PoohMom, who though a darling, likes to repeat convos she's had with other people, verbatim, to Pooh, even though Pooh was standing next to her during the entire thing. That's what I was reminded of when Dixon told Marshall to follow the guard, then told him what direction to go even though the guard's boots on the monitor are as huge as Julia's face (on the SydVid). Granted, maybe the guard was extra blurry, too, and Marshall got confused. Wall. Guard. Wall. Guard. Huh? Yeah, I can see how that could happen. Dixon: "Easy...". Translation: Hard, Marshall, HARD. Uhh... okay... I really need to lock up Captain Subtext; he's being all sorts of nasty tonight. At least they got the Chinese dialect right for Beijing. Not that I've heard anything other than Mandarin on this show. Unless my ears deceive, which they do sometimes... one guard's Chinese sucks, too. Oh, and Marshall? Ye of little faith. Should take the guards months to fix the problem? Don't you know Chinese people are frellin' geniuses? Duh.
~ The Non-fight: A slap? You call that a fight? Whatever. Biggest waste of a potentially HOT and SEXY and SWEATY scene. (Besides, you want to see a real slap? Watch Coupling S2 'Dressed'. Now those were some slaps. Trivia for Coupling fans: No, really... those were REAL slaps.)
~ The Inexplicable Hotness That is Vaughn: Vaughn figuring out the little boy was a trap and trying to protect Lauren. Hot. Vaughn knowing what's up and trying to bribe for their release. Hot. Vaughn getting gun smacked. Always hot. You know... rereading the last few sentences, I'm starting to fear for my life. *prays Vaughn does something incredibly stupid and inane and loathsome.... soon*
~ Jack/Javier HoYay: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
~ Geek Fantasy, Part 2: Ninja!Syd. She got all Jackie Chan with the rope and all freaky manly good with the swords. No seriously... from the back, those were man shoulders. And excuse me, but what did I say about nerdy smart Chinese people? See? They sorta fixed Marshall's "oh, it'll take them a month" problem. Never underestimate them. Just like I never underestimate talking horses.
~ Bye bye, Javier. Say 'hi' to Simon: Javier's hanging means 1 of 2 things. Either Javier knows stuff about Julia and her missing two years (therefore he must die) or the Jack/Javier got a teeny bit out of hand and, well.... oops.
~ Backseat sex: Tuxedo!Sloane and Syd. Tell me again how they managed to ignore the sexual tension and not jump each other? It boggles my mind. Or maybe the head's just spinning from trying to figure out what the code means.
~ Vaughn is not hot Vaughn is not hot Vaughn is not... oh, crap.... "You ever put my wife's life in danger again, I will kill you." As much as I have to laugh at Vaughn threatening Jack... that was pretty hot. I mean, no it wasn't. Nononononononono. Shit. That whole scene was kinda hot. BadassJack. Rowr! BadassVaug.... um... *bites tongue* All because of Jack. He made that scene. Yeah. No one else. Because no one else was in that scene. No one. Except Vaughn putting his hands all over Jack was pretty hot. You know... if Vaughn happened to be in that room, because he wasn't, because for him to be so would mean admitting he helped make that scene hot, and... I am not rambling. No way. Except I am. And Vaughn? Shit. *smacks self silly, hopes to give self concussion* Jack's bedroom voice: "Then perhaps you finally understand the moral compromises you make when someone you love is in danger." And the shove. ROWRRRR! Okay, I'll just come out and say it. I loved Vaughn. I think that scene did it. He was being all mean and showing off his shiny new spine by 1) not being all moo moo eyes about Syd, and 2) standing up for someone not Syd. And dammit, he loves his wife. He does! Except when he's getting it on with Jack. Sexy.
~ Vaughn's not the only one having an affair: While Vaughn/Jack get it on, Lauren's having a bit of Sark on the side. Squee! Sark said "please." Heh. And of course Lauren knows who Sark is. He's her brother, duh. Possible siblingship aside, I could see these two getting it on. They could be friends and lovers. Hee. Now seriously... I don't think Sark cares about his father one way or the other. I think he's mainly interested in getting Syd in trouble, just because it would amuse him. Back to being goofy... Lauren should have jumped Sark. I would have. Backseat, here I come...
~ Dream sequence, part 2: Someone's on crack, and I don't think it's me or Syd, although I can't quite discount her just yet.
~ Irina: Is still not here. And neither is Kendall. This show sucks.
~ The Mr. and Mrs.: He LOVES her, dammit. He does. He really does. Did you see him run to her? See him hug her? LOVE. (Shut up, One.) I refuse to believe he ran from her because he still loves Syd over Lauren. Nope. La la la la la la la... He only ran to go save Syd, and Lauren LET him go because she knew he had to, and that she was naive about FuckingAnnoyingNSCDude. There will NOT be S/V. There won't. Nope. No way, no how. Although... if S/V get back together, I can go back to hating Vaughn and once again all will be right with the world. Hmm... difficult choice....
~ Vaughn sends Syd away: He's telling her to run away. Without him. I'm ok with that. And he LOVES LAUREN! The first time I watched this scene, I thought they were about to go in for a kiss. The second time I watched this, they definitely weren't. Their heads were just close. And he totally didn't want to kiss her. Because.He.Loves.Lauren. And anyone who says otherwise is a damn closet S/V shipper. *glares at Onesy*
~ Hello, Sanity, but at what cost? Yay! Dixon getting the boot! Yay! No more boring, endless, mind-numbing, soul-sucking briefings! Yay...... Fuck. BoringPompousNSCDude instead of ExpositionDixon? In what world is this an even exchange? I take it back. Gimme sleep-inducing briefings, or gimme Lindsay's death.
~ Someone's got cooties: Was that amoxicillin or ampicillin in Julia Thorne's medicine cabinet? Hmmm. The view from the bed? Freakiest thing. EVER. Bleh. I'd go nuts if I have to see that thing out my window whenever I'm in bed. More importantly, lookit, it's the statue from the dream. Whatever. Oh, and Syd gets arrested. Ho hum.
Sooo........
Great ep. Featured all the things I love in an Alias ep. Jack getting his badass on. Dixon getting the boot. Sark eye-fucking (tm V) everyone. Sloane/Syd. Lauren/Vaughn. Jack/Vaughn HoYay. Syd getting arrested. Of course, it had things I don't like, too. Dixon. Marshall. No Irina. No Kendall. Was it me, or was there just way too many geek toys in this ep? And seeing who wrote this ep, I'm kinda disappointed there wasn't a VaughnToss thrown in, just for kicks. As much as I liked this ep, I'm daming all the writers. Damn Crystal Nix Hines for making me like Vaughn the week before, and damn JR Orci for making me continue that love. Damn him also for giving me Sloane/Syd and Jack/Vaughn. Now that I've had a taste, I want more. MORE, dammit. Damn damn damn. *kicks everyone while huggling Vaughn*
|| posted by Pooh at 5:08 PM ... ||
Monday, November 10, 2003
Okay... maybe I won't be bitching to the landlady tomorrow. Seems the Roomie did something productive and bitched at her today for the lack of heat, and all she could tell him was to play with our thermostat which is quite frankly, useless. Supposedly, the heat turns on automatically any time the temp drops below 50F. Ha! Yeah. And the Kief automatically visits me every time it gets too cold to sleep alone. Whatever. If I get sick because of the crappy non-working radiators in our stupid apartment, I'm suing that bitca tard landlady's ass off. Or sending ShotGunKief after her.
Of course, my room is the coldest of all the rooms in this stupid apartment. Roomie's going to go bitch at her some more tomorrow. Meanwhile, he let me borrow his little space heater.
Uhhh. These things are always burning down houses on TV. I'd probably be more paranoid about it, but damn if I'm not freezing, and damn if I desperately need sleep, and damn if I can't get any until my stupid feet are warm. Three pairs of socks, people. Three! That's fucked up.
And now I will officially end my hypothermia rant. Maybe if I stop thinking about it, it'll get warm. Maybe.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:01 PM ... ||
So Thing 1 emailed me to say that our cousin and his girlfriend are having a baby. This month. *boggles*
I saw them in August and I could have sworn she wasn't in the vicinity of pregnant. Huh. I hate being out of the loop. Nice to know Ms. Know-it-all Thing 1 had no clue, either. Makes me feel a tiny bit better.
Oh, and to V: Yes, it IS all about ME. Me, me, me, me, me. Mememememememememememeeeeeeeeeeeee. So there. You'll get your frickin' review when I get to it. Besides, don't you owe me some snark, too?
|| posted by Pooh at 10:29 PM ... ||
Tired. So tired. So very tired. Exhausted, really.
Managed to get in three hours of sleep last night because it was FREEZING. I had to slip on a third pair of socks to keep warm, and tomorrow, I'm going to get myself an extra comforter. Bleh.
Luckily, I ended up carpooling with the boss to Philly today. Thank God. Because by the end of the day I was so out of it, stationary objects were beginning to move on their own accord, and everytime I looked at my hands, they sorta felt like they were detached from the rest of my body. Argh. Was in Philly until 7 pm, too. Didn't get back to the apartment until close to 9 pm. So... I haven't had a chance to rewatch Prelude and put my thoughts in order. Basically, all I can think about right now is sleep.
I felt a trickle of heat coming out of the radiator in the livingroom, but nowhere else. My room is still cold, although now I'm having sensation issues. Can't seem to tell if it's really cold in the room or not anymore since I just took an hour long hot shower to wash Philly off me. All my nerve endings are frelled right now, but I'm pretty sure it's still cold in here even though I can't tell. I'd check the roomie's room, but for some reason, his door is locked. The frell? Like I'm going to go in there and steal his crap or whatever. I wish he'd come home soon so I can ask him if it's just my room or the entire apartment. Tomorrow's my day off from work, and I'm okay with bitching to the landlady instead of spending it productively in the lab.
Okay, now I'm freezing. Crap.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:01 PM ... ||
Dammit.
It's 25 degrees and my room is freezing. All the radiators outside are about room temp but mine are feezing cold. Can't tell if it's because the heat is on a tiny bit and not getting into my room or if it's because the landlord is a cheapass bastard who won't turn it on. Twenty-fucking-five degrees! And no one to cuddle with! Sucks that I can't retain body heat, either. It's wrong to have to go to bed with two pairs of socks on, flannel PJ bottoms tucked into socks, underneath sweatpants, a t-shirt, a big sweatshirt, and a drippy nose. Wrong. Very wrong.
The outside is warm though. I think it's because I just boiled water for tea, and it was heating the kitchen. Hmmm. Sleep on the futon outside? Or maybe bring hotplate into room and have a makeshift fireplace? Bah!
|| posted by Pooh at 12:39 AM ... ||
Sunday, November 09, 2003
Well, hate to disappoint a bunch of you, but there will be no Alias review tonight. Of course, I'm being generous when I say "bunch of you," when there's probably "only one or two of you." And by that, I pretty much only mean V and Onesy because I don't think anyone else really cares about my rambling, stupid thoughts.
Anyway... as I was about to explain... the download took forever, which meant I had to watch it on TV with the rest of America. This is very bad since with my senility comes the attention span of a 3 year old.
What was I talking about again?
Oh, right. The Alias review. I'll admit it right off the bat. The TV sends out these waves of energy that causes my mind to wander. I remember something about Sloane/Syd/UST during their mission, something about Jack/Vaughn HoYay, and FlirtySark/Lauren -- all of which I lurve, but again... I should probably rewatch it and actually pay attention this time. However, I will say this: If I saw correctly, the writer of this ep wrote one of my favorite eps from last season, so I have very high hopes for this particular ep, and expect to lurve it just as much. But of course, we won't know until I rewatch... and that probably won't be until tomorrow. After my Philly trip. If I don't get lost since I have to drive solo tomorrow.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:45 PM ... ||
Waiting for the ep to finish dl'ing, and at this rate, that means... sometime tomorrow. Grrrrr.
Had a lot of quality time this weekend. With some unexpected people.
Last night, the Bro, PoohDad and I busted out our heavy winter coats and huddled outside to watch the lunar eclipse. That was kinda cool considering neither my dad or the bro are really interested in that stuff.
Then today, I stopped by the student center to pick up some dinner before I returned to the apartment, and guess who I ran into. Guess! The Wabbit. Yep. *sniff* I missed the Wabbits. At first I thought it was just him, which kinda shocked me because those two were never apart -- EVER -- last year. He actually waved to me first because I was all distracted and stuff. Isn't that sweet? And he came over to say hi. Just when I was about to ask where Rabbit was, she popped out of the convenience store. (Girl was picking up some emergency ice cream. LOL. *bites tongue*) Here's where the unexpected part comes in. For some reason, we actually ended up sitting in the food court, having coffee for about half an hour. I've talked to Rabbit for lengthy chats, but it was hella weird with the Wabbit there. I'm talking WEIRD. Anyway, blah blah blah... she's still baking up a storm, and he's still trying to do his classes (*snicker*), and my other two roomies are still in that apartment. Skip to the end: back when we used to live together and Rabbit was making her Chinese pastries, etc., we used to talk about cooking (a little bit), and we had gotten into this convo about dumplings and shit. (PoohMom and I used to make a shit load of this stuff whenever we were bored.) I guess she remembered because she said that she was having a few friends over and they were going to have a dumpling party... the roomies were going to be there... would I like to join them? So... yeah... next weekend? We'll see.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:00 PM ... ||
Busy today so I haven't seen the new Alias ep, nor do I have a copy of it in my possession. Yet. Also have not read anyone's blogs or LJs and their thoughts on the ep. Tis better this way so I'll only be completely Poohbiased without influence from outsiders. Bit of a change, no? I've been noticing this more and more every week. Not really into much spoilage anymore unless someone shoves a link, etc. down my face. I've become pretty lazy about it. Thank goodness. Surely that counts as having "a life," right? Anyway, if I had been spoiled, Vaughn might not have amused me so last week.
Which brings me to why I am currently simultaneously dying to see the new ep, and dreading it. If even One found time to step away from the VaughnHate this week (not that she came out and really admitted it -- I read between all sorts of lines, existent and non), then I fear for my life. *shudder*
All righty. Gotta go and take care of some stuff before I can sit and watch and gush. I mean, snark. Yeah, that's it. Btw, I'm soliciting domain names. My hotlink protection doesn't really work bug-free with the one I have right now, and unless I want to goatse myself everytime I link a pic (like the one on top of this blog), I'm thinking it might be better for me to set up a new account and store my pics there. Especially now that I've run into a rash of bandwidth thiefs. Those littly buggers. *squish* Only... I'm not creative enough to come up with a good domain name. Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:09 PM ... ||
Saturday, November 08, 2003
Gimme a break... gimme a break...
Mmm... KitKats....
Uhh, I mean, mmmm.... carrot sticks! Yeah, that's what I meant.
Btw, someone smack Jenai for me. Ever since she showed me the stuff on that new iPod, I've decided it might be nice for me to get one, too. Hmm... is it my birthday yet?
|| posted by Pooh at 10:36 PM ... ||
Oh. Dear.
So....
I'm supposed to give an update on the Oz watching since some people are waiting to hear how it is. Well, I managed to watch the first three episodes of S1 this morning. And um....
Dude.
I am scarred for life. Or close to it.
So many unnecessary acts of violence. So many manipulative power plays. So many guys dying. So many asses and... uhh... other stuff....
Scarred, dammit. SCARRED! My innocent, prudish, virgin eyes and ears aren't cut out for watching this show. Nope. But damn if I don't finish the dvds because, you know... Beecher, aww... I heart BD... and hello, TheMeloni appears next season. The things I do for my men....
But now I'm watching my S:AaB cds. Mmmm Nathan. Am also trying very hard to ignore the PoohBro teasing about Nathan/McQueen HoYay, and saying crap about Coop being Nathan's butt buddy. Dammit. I don't need to hear any of this stuff after watching Oz. Besides, everyone knows... Shane&Nathan4eva&eva!
Okay, must go squee with Meg over those BJD2 pics. Squee!
|| posted by Pooh at 3:42 PM ... ||
Friday, November 07, 2003
Oh, happy happy happy day.
Got to leave early from work today since I didn't have to go to Philly. AND I actually finished 90% of my work before I left at noon - at least that's the percentage the boss actually needs from me, the other 10% is my lab book, but eh... it'll get done as soon as I pick up some more adhesive for my data tables. Okay, must stop before I get my full-on nerd thing going.
Went home because, like Steph, I don't pay to do laundry. Also because the PoohBro got my hopes up that I had two packages. Thought it would be Elliot in DVD form. Only half right. Got both seasons of Oz in the mail. Woohoo! Haven't had time to watch them yet, but tomorrow morning, while the 'rents and the bro are in the city, that DVD player has my name on it. And I WILL be watching through my fingers, because prison porn? Yeah... so not really my thing, and I have to get through season 1 before I can get to TheMeloni. Sigh.
Did pull out my Coupling S2 DVD I got a few weeks ago. Btw, LMFAO at the little sticker proclaiming it was the "hit UK original of the smash US hit." Bwah. Smash = bam bam BAM bam. *takes big hammer and pummels the US version* Methinks the PoohBro is a closet Patrick/Sally shipper. We were having lunch and managed to get through 'The Man With Two Legs' and part of 'Her Best Friend's Bottom.' (Yeah, okay, we skipped a Steve/Susan ep, whatever) Now, understand that the PoohBro usually scarfs down his food then jets his ass back to the computer. BUT... he actually started eating slower (like he needed an excuse to stay), and then ASKED which ep had the P/S in it. Hee. And yes, he finished eating and stayed for 'The Melty Man Cometh.' He even asked about the Spiderman ep, which... sadly I don't have yet. The PoohBro? So definitely a P/S shipper. Too bad three eps is the limit of his attention span. Oh well. That just meant I got to rewatch the eps with commentary. Squee! I am more in love with P/S than ever.
Oh, yeah... and to end the wonderful day... Scotty was wearing the 'C' in tonight's game. It's only until Stevens gets back, but I don't care. Don't even care that they only tied tonight. Weeeee!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:49 PM ... ||
Thursday, November 06, 2003
I knew there was a reason why I stay up so late every night.
Boyfriend heaven! Colin Firth on The Daily Show! Mr. Darcy and Jon Stewart.
Mmmmmmm.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:29 PM ... ||
Ahhhh.
There's nothing like waking up in the morning to find your tag-board infested by tard-freaks. And not even the good or funny kinds, either. Bleh. *huggles paid tag*
Now excuse me while I grieve. No more Donnie or Neal. Bastard NBC. See if I watch any of their other shows ever again. Well... except for TheMeloni... and any other show TheMeloni might guest on... But everything else? PFFFFT.
The men all belong in movies, anyway, so HRMPH.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:24 PM ... ||
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
Heh. Those audio blogs are so funny. You guys are too cute, and I miss the Freakers. Sigh.
Kendall! For those of you who skipped West Wing tonight, Terry O'Quinn was on. In uniform. Looking like his hot badass self. The show is kinda meh now without Sorkin around to run things, but Kendall will make it all better. Yup. *sniff* Can he come back to Alias now? Pwease?
Finally, GRRRRR. I hate doing summaries of my data. Do I group it by device? Do I group it by parameters? What? What? What? Dammit. I took notes at work so I could type it up at home. So far, I've spent the last two hours taking notes on my freaking notes. That's just wrong, dude. And still... all the info is confusing and making my head hurt. Bah. Bleh. Argh.
I'm going to bed instead. Hmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:29 PM ... ||
Ok... this Matrix Revolutions review (including some spoilers, I guess, *shrugs* eh, whatever) helped A LOT today.
BWAHAHA.
I love Jersey snark.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:53 PM ... ||
My fingers are frozen.
That's what happens when you get to work and find out that you have to make up a training marathon. All day. In a really cold room. Watching videos or hearing people lecture. Sitting in really uncomfortable chairs.
ALL DAY!
Didn't help that a lot of the stuff was boring. Didn't help that the room truly was freezing. Didn't help that the safety/training videos were all made in the 70s and early 80s, and featured truly awful graphics, people in bad clothes, cheesy scripts, and corny "plots." Didn't help that my butt fell asleep within a half hour and my eyes glazed over within five minutes of the first video (topic: machine guarding -- talking ALL about the safety enclosures they put around heavy machinery... a real edge-of-your-seat thriller. Really). Didn't help that I sat in the back and brought a notebook (which I didn't use at all) hoping to occupy my time doodling or maybe even writing something spontaneous and absolutely dreadful. Didn't help that the other half of the room was filled with a bunch of guys who kept snickering and making lame jokes like those dumbass high school kids who always have to interrupt anything and everything because they think they're so cool. Didn't help that one of them, the loudest mouth of all, ended up playing some video game on his PDA in the very last half hour of training, and didn't even bother to turn the sound down.
What did help was the nice two hour lunch block we got, where I got to return to my lab and have my eyes glaze over a million spreadsheets and graphs because the boss wants a summary of them (still not finished, must bring home to work on). What did help was the guy running the chemical/lab hygiene safety training looked like a thinner version of Greg Grunberg. IT'S WEISS! And yes, he can be astute and very scientific-minded. In fact, he was a downright nerd about it. Hee.
But dude? All the audioblogs at the LJs are adorable. At least that made me smile today.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:33 PM ... ||
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
24 - Day 3
Previously
~ Yummy pretty dead bodies.
~ Boring stupid teenagers and their drugs.
~ Wayne Palmer is SO evil.
~ Chase shows that while very pretty, has shit taste in women.
~ Jack looks "like hell," but is still a million times sexier than anyone else on TV right now.
2 PM - 3 PM
Kief: There's nothing hotter than TheKief shaking, sweating, and crawling on his hands and knees, desperate to get a fix, then sitting on the floor with his arms around himself like a lost little boy. Unless, of course, we're talking GunTotingKief (but more on that later). Rowr! Jack not wanting to admit to any weakness? So typical Jack. Rowr, again! Kinda wish he ripped into Chase for getting all up in his business, but sigh... I suppose the sultry bedroom voice will have to do. Kief/Chase/Guns. Dude. Dude. Dudedudedudedude. Dude. Can't forget the "Shut up, stupid" either. That was hot.
Chase: Once again, Chase gets all in Kief's face about Jack's drug problem. And the fact that he's pretty much telling Kief to shoot up ("You didn't shoot up, did you?" and "Today is not a good day for you to need a fix.")... man's got balls of steel, not to mention pretty damn hot. He lurves and cares for Kief!! He does!! Twu wub, baby! (PS. Please ignore all the Kief/Chase hoyay pics I may have capped during this scene. I mean... *whistles innocently*) LOVED BadassChase, getting all physical with that guy in the hallway. And he wasn't too bad with that huge gun of his. Just saying. Duuuuude. And his badass foot s