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7 Jul 09, 10:05am |
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» mood:  nervous | | » music: Peggy Lee |
(part 1)
Usually, I read/ comment on LJs which I haven't subscribed to, much more
than people who have subscribed to mine do (here). My flistflist got used to that, so please keep in mind that in the last weeks I didn't see any of your posts and might not in the (near) future either. Link or tell me?
I actually hadn't even glimpsed at my flist, not even before or after making that little MJ post. I only opened Tetris (another indication to the course guys that I'm a stupid housewife) and email (sending, sending, waiting). Most of my friends are AFK for the summer, too. Now my flist no longer goes beyond skip -870 now (though still paid for a month), and worse: I cannot reply to screened comments ATM. ETA: and around the start of the course, someone registered me with 15+ sites in one day, from Twitter to worse, which was a worrysome hassle.
( filtered content ) Then I got carried away by the slippery stream of my mind; I closed it quickly but the outlines all got smudged!
The PC Hardware Technician course ( ctd. )
: can you fit the image to my earlier descriptions? I made this montage of them looking uncharacteristically nice and friendly and unlocked my older post about these men, so you can match them up. Hint: two course participants are missing; also my sole aim for taking these failed - why? Enjoy - somebody should!
Unemployment in this country rises 33 percent - the number of open positions sinks another 38 percent - I can't help thinking of the solution to useless people in that Michael York SciFi film "Logan's Run". It's funny how that, Soylent and Fahrenheit changed their meaning for me, from critical warnings to valid models!
(tbc)
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10 emanations | speak to me
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| ... bAD! BAd ... |
27 Jun 09, 2:03am |
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» mood:  dizzy |
Bloody footprints ( ... ) I dreamed of Michael Jackson yesternight, perhaps even the moment he died.
I can only blame it on the Simpsons, because I have no clue why I should dream of that guy otherwise, let alone incorporate him in a funny, stiltedly executed small skit (chars were saying something like "mysurname, myfirstname I am blablabla" and holding guitar over + behind ones head while walking on). As you might know, I haven't had a non-bad dream for decades, and since I just have nightmares including ordinary people, I try to forget dreams; I never dream of actors, nor musicians anymore - and I certainly wouldn't have dreamed of someone like MJ; but this remained real because I woke up thinking I had to look up the word "reism" which I had used/read in it.*
I was truly gobsmacked when I heard the news later on the radio. I got used to biologically synchronising with chat friends over the internet but this was beyond spooky. The "independent" station was pointing out that even if you never liked his music, he singlehandedly revived Dance (leading to Spears, Madonna (same time, boys) and Aguilera) - that attempt at a tribute actually made me curse his name. ( MJ intruding upon me )
*( Reism is ... )
I'll only spook myself if I ponder how fitting that is, too.
( ... )
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8 emanations | speak to me
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| another one |
15 Jun 09, 9:33pm |
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| » mood: alone | | » music: Adam Ant, Garbage, New Pornographers |
Today's book was a detective novel by Amanda Cross. I felt a rare affinity with this clear eyed and genuinely feminist author, whose down to Earth and calmly radical views oddly enough the "modern" age can't face and other "feminist" writers, incl. lesbian authors, avoid. I don't enjoy more proof of the men and women out there but I was interested and wanted to read more about the author's own life or even her academic texts than her popular fiction. She was born 1926, I liked the one photo I saw of her - and the first info I find is that some years ago, in good health and happiness, she committed rational suicide.
I'm not paranoid.
Aside: in my breaks from the futile task of minimising twenty years of paper, I now play Tetris with my left hand (to have the right free for picking).
ETA (22 June): long article, with a typically sexist slant created by the pointing out of "unnatural" and "egotistical" behaviour towards her family, but still interesting and unable to conceal that her friends and family were accomplished and interesting and in a way understood.
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9 emanations | speak to me
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| note |
13 Jun 09, 2:12pm |
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Having realised that even here, even women don't see much wrong with that attitude, that it will always be considered normal male behaviour - just a kink? - made me feel like an even bigger fool, so I private locked the entry.
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6 emanations | speak to me
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| newsflash |
12 Jun 09, 10:57am |
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| » mood: flushed? miserable. |
We flushed the Bios and then had a break - someone said "after flashing, have a smoke" and teacher said "after flushing, use a woman".
ETA:
Two of the tech guys stopped looking at human "pussy" today to suddenly look at actual cat pictures, and when those moved from cat trees to kitten help pages, I asked if they were getting one ( pussy + rape )
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16 emanations | speak to me
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| 2 Jun 09, 11:21am |
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Oh gahd I'll puke quick tell me how I can know if my finger (lowest knuckle) is broken or cracked or not. It turned blue, then black, right away.
ETA: typing hurts, will delete post later, thank you all!
ETA: X-ray showed nothing. That was the same with my ankle, which later was 4 weeks in cast and 8 weeks on crutches, but I'll believe the emergency hospital production line staff, because I'm used to pain, having a lot of it. Door-handles are tricky though, and they said I could type "as much as I could bear it". I'll now not go again even if it gets worse, enough resources wasted.
LOOK - JOE! *slinks out of the post*
ETA: medical friend says such blunt force traumas take 1-2 years to heal ...
Wednesday update: since i cut other finger w/ serrated knife (ETA: inadvertantly of course) this swollen knuckle hurts less (of course).
Wednesday evening: OWOWOW *sob* cat poked her nose between my finger knuckles; drying hands with towel also causes too much pain. The cut now contains moth poison, while the moths now actually moved into my cleaned, poisoned clothes wardrobes.
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29 emanations | speak to me
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| lost for words |
1 Jun 09, 12:13pm |
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» mood:  numb |
ETA: this isn't a complhining post, just a status update.
You might remember that it's the time for my obligatory annual course; as posted, the weekend one was cancelled on me, but since last week the "longer" hardware technician course is on, two whole days a week (since I only have two underpants, that seemed ideal). I can't go online at the course beause they have WiLan everywhere, so they have no internet access because everyone is expected to own laptops, nobody has just a non- working dying PC, esp. in that class.
My hopes hadn't been exaggerated or stupid; I was willing and wanting to work hard and ready to tackle a largely unknown, demanding and (to most in my place) forbidding subject in a short time under my own steam. In retrospect it seems I was stupid, because all my life I'd observed how men are incapable (mostly because utterly unwilling) to tell one (especially a non-penis carrier) how something works, no matter how simple. In fact that had been one reason why I wanted some official foundation for what I partly already knew but had been precluded from all my life.
( harmful games )
All the course participants are showing me the ( cold shoulder ) "Aren't I speaking English?" only to have him stupidly repeat what he'd said and what I'd understood because I fucking understand what you fucking teach me but what can I do when all those years I never had anybody ever answer my simple questions, forget forums online as well.
Having to take public transport and be cooped up with people all day, having air conditioning blow cold and yet sweat at other times, all gave me the infected throat right away, which I've also been trying to suppress rather than be sick for 3-4 weeks. And then I alternately forced myself to keep on shaking out 3000 pieces of ugly nonfitting nonworn "clothes" (only to have two moths flutter into the disinfected washed mothpowdered wardrobe, that is my life).
I'll not take the A+ test, it's really no use. For one, all those multiple choice test about what is the real name for the third button from the left are ridiculous, the best users might fail them while the worst by simply book learning can pass. Like the teacher I'd prefer to be a technician rather than have a document "proving" I passed some test, and it's clear that I'll never be anything. The dried frog pills prevent leakage, but the feeling of it is in my head and stomach and one reason I didn't really want to talk about it even with you.
 The first half of the first day, I was quite bright because I'm interested in science and never had any, and he was starting with the Physics basics - electricity, diodes, semiconductors - but despite trying to go outside in the break (not that the air was better), I felt close to passing out each afternoon, physically not just mentally. The first day the teacher also seemed friendlier towards me than later, when it became obvious that I cannot speak to him in a way that he actually HEARS me. Left is a small illustration where I wasn't sure if the wriggly side of the sockets was intentional or bad drawing, so tentatively (non)copied, and my sensible question re. it not being possible that the lines he said had replaced the old ones were all there at the same time as the new one caused another mute blank whatcanIsaytothatstupidwoman look.
To amuse you: the book is written by Mike Meyers (pop culture: horror film character or comedian (Wayne, Austin, Shrek)). It amused the boys as well, while they were pointedly ignoring my own giggle.
 Finally the only woman in the gigantic, 4 pound book (it's not as dense as normal PC books but just as big and in this case I'm able to see how useless half of the empty repetitious intros are, and how much space is taken up by big graphs and photos). Most of the comparisons are made with cars - I observed that men go to restaurants/pubs for meals in lunch breaks (rather than pack one; or not eat, like some of my female colleagues) and drive themselves to the course in cars, which might seem normal in the US but is just another little drop of bitterness in me, who hasn't even left the fucking district in a whole year. The knob nosed man is the PC brain and does a lot of work in all the further drawings, but they inserted this skirted, longlashed creature to wonder how to communicate with the (man in the) machine.
I just wanted to write three sentences to answer your emails in one go, or write a pithy description of the three types of guys there (NTS: underarm), I'm so disgusted by and angry at myself for failing even at that. I haven't decided yet whether to flock and/or disable this, but I hope anybody wondering where I went at least has an answer now.
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19 emanations | speak to me
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| another day |
26 May 09, 9:39pm |
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In the middle of Monday night I suddenly woke up because of excruciating pain down both my arms. ( ... ) They were just two huge weights aching in their very core that I couldn't shake off or ... which made it scary to boot.
( ... ) "oh yeah, could be" after not looking at anything but finally rotating my head. When I finally got home, I could no longer move my head to the right, the right side of my nape is in vein pain again, every move hurts.
I had only had the PC running because I applied for the usual two jobs a day, as enforced by the ss; these got rejected the moment they read them - the Jewish Education Service with the reason that I "obviously" didn't fullfill their requirements (linked to again in brackets to make it more obvious), because although I listed how I have long experience in all the things they required and did them all for many years, I "obviously" haven't got the "secretarial experience" they demanded. ( ... )
Dammit all to hell and back.
*wipes eyes*
I'm not sure if I should turn off the PC. I might not be able to turn it on again, if I can even reach the plugs in my state now.
Because of below "content" I had pre-prepared for posting, I'm leaving comments enabled, but as usual DON'T - JUST DON'T type that special word to me. You never have to say anything to those status reports.
Nathan Fillion as Green Lantern ( ... )
Gorey drew gay marriage in 1970s.
( n rps )
Amusing family photos, go backwards, ignore the half that isn't.
(as discussed)
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14 emanations | speak to me
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| as Muse say, "it's a new day", so this isn't spamming. |
24 May 09, 1:22am |
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So far, nothing new: Bradley is ridiculously adorable, funny and charismatic, and teases Colin, who was sweet and geeky, Angel sweet and bubbly, Katie was lovely and friendly. I can't believe I'm frustrated enough to post Merlin and New Trek now.
- Bradley + football is given a slash angle by lizardspot.
- About Katie, who's likely to get less reports.
- with photos
- best photos, and of the girls as well
"Warning: Bare.. as in all nude! Full frontal (that means the bits that boys have are showing) don't say i didn't warn yah ;)
Notes: explicated, full-front, basically if u don't like the thingy guys have than don't look".
I think we get which bits , really (though maybe the young poster shouldn't, yet). No link, but doubley relevant, because: *
Once again, I am disturbed by slashers being disturbed by gay sex. Don't eyeroll, friends, I know I've been gnashing my teeth at the hypocrisy of fen having their ovaries burst over beautiful, tasty bungholes yet being squicked by any images that looked like real men for ages. But they keep on coming!!!
... the above has Zachary, Heroes Spock, snogging a nude man. It's too short, but still nice enough (mostly due to the sinuous little move by the other gay, who sadly seems a pocket-Viggo) to finally be interested in Zach. Only I'm too tired now to find the movie. Thanks tao: it's from So Notorious.
* ETA: Thanks to ariadne, a slightly longer version.
So far, this is the best quality for John Barrowman + DT in RTD-penned DW sketch on Tonight's the Night.
* ETA2: Remind me to show you the Jeeves/Fry fan innanities some day.
Jason Isaacs! Not great, but very big. Nice doublet.
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42 emanations | speak to me
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| S gah - s02 - Sheppard Promo Stills |
23 May 09, 8:33pm |
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Pixar vs. Dreamworks.
Seth Green shows us his crib - yo - with tips for the current economy.
ETA: you don't remember Oz from Buffy?!
I am overwhelmed with happy. I regret having stopped saving my favourites. RL cartoons.
Amongst the various pearls of wisdom I keep flinging* at unsuspecting ff.s was: "Grammar is just another fandom with reccers and betas". I also give writing advice. Oh yes. * I shouldn't have deleted the userinfo about this habit, now that I'm commenting again. I did at least refrain from linking two posts that to my mind showed how "Merlin" fen always diss Arthur.
( My life amidst retired hookers, Russian murderers and hostile llamas. ) What upsets me are the looks I get when watering the plants or going near the window; I only have this little place.
( magnet ) I hobble stiffly and slowly; I saw the couple stop a woman near my entrance door.
Besides the bird that sounds exactly like a ringing telephone (landline; Adams/Fry reported about jungle birds doing that but here?), the tweeting sounds I kept hearing are actually made by the speakers. *dreads they will go next, has sold others for 20 cents, sepuku*
angle, black, cheekbone, dark, eyebrows, finger, g., hair, interesting, jaw, knobby, lips, mouth, nose, obscuration, profile, quiet, ridge, shiny, touch, uniform, varying, wavy, young
( very large promo stills )
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21 emanations | speak to me
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| Glee s01e01 & a plea |
22 May 09, 4:05pm |
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| » mood: loserly | | » music: (Sit Down) You're Rocking' the Boat |
"Glee" frightes me. I didn't want to post about this show at all, or perhaps only mention it in conjunction with "Beautiful People" or Steve Coogan's "Hamlet 2.0" (on the negative side) or "Better off Ted" (on the good one), but it worries me how something I find so sexist, so misogynist, is genuinely enjoyed by people I know.
The beautiful bitch and the sensitive jock starring in e01 are both white, as is the heroic teacher and his "oh so horrible" wife (the dry blonde from N/T s01), while the Asian girl is angry and stutters (and possibly lesbian), the African-American girl is overweight (and possibly feminist), and the other two "losers" are a gay boy and a handicapped boy in a wheelchair. (ETA: The other "fey" man is a laughing stock and drug dealer.) I'm sure the racism and disableism will be "negated" later on, but it will always cool to mock fat or angry women, which is FUN.
The show is stale plotwise (the umptenth putting-on-a-hit, with even less evolution shown), emotionally fake (you can hear the gears creak in different directions, the nearly surreal caricatures of women via the heroic teachers plight of NEVER BEING ABLE TO RETURN TO THE WONDERFUL never again experienced JOY OF HIGH SCHOOL). It was surprisingly boring (43 minutes long, wtf) and simply frightening in its simplistic world-view and mix of platitudes with sarcasm.
I honestly didn't know I had to list "fun" under the trigger words for me not to watch, read or listen to. I'm confused and mourning that really cool pilot with Kavan Smith as the gay boy's teacher that I posted about 4 years ago. Good thing I'll never have the money to travel to America, eh? Bad thing will be the daily reminder on ff. *whimpers under desk*
ETA: and the music is awful, but that's just me. I can't stand modern Prog Rock, Mellencamp, thin/high boyband voices. I thought the losers first numbers from Guys'n'Dolls and Grease sounded much better, but those were meant to be horrible (the "cripple" was singing).
Nathan Fillion photographs. Really good shots; he's still amused, but more serious and mature in these. I miss him.
ETA: if you don't want to click/join, tell me if you need me to upload them.
SGA BigBang will be on for the very last time, and this time I nearly signed up - really! - only I wasn't able to decide for which pairing. I dithered each year over those fests, and now I finally wanted to use it to do one of my long drafts, and to collaborate (something that had always intrigued me) and KAPOW another unforseen difficulty. Tell me what to do?
ETA: BACON has a further excellent use - just rub your greasy hands over your cat, card your fingers through the fur and massage lightly. Your other cat will finally reciprocate the grooming, and you have:
a) activity
b) bonding
c) cleanliness
d) snacky treat
e) entertainment
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22 emanations | speak to me
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| 22 May 09, 10:46am |
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The Mozzer is 50 today. That feels weird. I'm trying to suppress the memories. There are little features about him, praising his celebration of hate. The revenge song against Marr and his other Smiths colleagues has Eastern/Oriental pipes, completing the similarity to Todd A and Cop Shoot Cop. The past is a foreign country that has been annexed.
Have a completely random song from somebody else instead: Eulogies: Day to Day
LJ closed down scans_daily. Millions of memories gone. Which reminds me to check if ratemybulge has won the fight to drop its pants again.
(ETA: Nope. And I'm too dumb to get past their new entry page? Seriously this is harder than vikings, how, what, huh?)
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8 emanations | speak to me
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| SG set photo - John, Ronon, Sam |
20 May 09, 10:31pm |
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Was it scrollgirl who was looking for John and Sam looking at each other? Got lost in the thicket of my 6000+ caps as well? I haven't found the mirroring one yet, just picked more scabs. This one is a just "released" but rather low quality set photo (jeni_sga) which I overlayed and hued and curved, but fans might like the idiosyncratic little smile at her act.
( full length backstage photo + more in comments )
I hadn't known that dogs who were forced to eat their dead owners to survive (cp. either Southland or Bridget Jones) were killed because they had become a lethal danger to humans. What about cats? Seriously, remember my posts checking to make sure they could eat me until my body was discovered? What good is that if they would then be killed by vets?? Or are they small enough not to be a danger? Yet they have claws and do bite. ANYONE?
ETA: is there a weed or flower that looks like rucola, rocket, arugulabut is poisonous? Could you please tell me before I eat it? My herbs are all rotting from day two but my weeds flaunt three rucola leaves. If you want me to die, lie!
Have you finished level 40 yet? Or prefer redheads to blonds? Moar Wikings.
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27 emanations | speak to me
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| spatial math/ss + Joe Flanigan interview (incl. caps) |
19 May 09, 11:27am |
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| » mood: down | | » music: E.L.O. |
The Libertines re-united, if only briefly. Wonder where yellowsummer is.
Sadly, the unanimous comments on iphone on cardboard didn't keep lifehacker from re-reccing. More sadly, I can't make anything I need without sturdier materials and power tools.
I told you not to play, to let the little Viking bastards die. But if you played it - help? I can't get the final level, no. 31: how do you get that block on the hinge to swing violently enough? Bloody slow computersoundcardconnectionbloody
ETA: thank i_f, though their walk-throughs don't work for me *hack hack hack* more walk throughs.
To move the cramp from wrist to finger, have another; I really "dug" it at the start and when the gravity changes to the side, but.
The GW interview with Joe is up now, applesauce and all.
You can save this video and watch it with VLC.
Which. You know. You might like to do.
Coz he's guh.
"I think he's pretty dead, yeah."
The mp3 in this case it's just not sufficient.
No, really, he's seriously lovely.
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Look at this lovely little hate mail from anonymous dissing Joe, ( **** ) Thanks, fandom.
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| WATCH THIS. |
18 May 09, 5:22pm |
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Well done, Klusman! Kendra would need to gloves, Kobold is still at the single mewling stage, I must try the shaking. And corporal cuddling is our only weapon against their tyranny.
With my (now dead) black cat, I used to do this on my chair. I'd never let them onto my precious, inexplicably belt-devouring turn table but yeah, bet they all love this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16vpjYjzG0g
I'm still daily pondering things I could build them, wish I could get a cheap one and enable them to turn it on themselves (I'm always here, it's just me fretting about what if I ever go).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1iKaZ9KKds
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| Nice Guy® + a nice guy (betterised SGA promo pics) |
13 May 09, 1:18pm |
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( skinny wives )
In the course of this, I was once more confronted with a term that seems American, though some European countries and languages have an equivalent - and we all know what it describes, though I'd guess my friends also might not be familiar with the term?
Nice Guys.
I'd have called such men assholes. As with "hazel", which to me is brown, it takes effort to link the concept of bigotted, homely, hypocritical, nasty, oversexed, unattractive whiners to the currently used term Nice Guy® (and I'll only ever do it with capitals).
What is Nice Guy? (note that this and the fat-husband article were both written by men).
Nice Guy on LJ. (No, not Kev).
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Anti-dote: a nice guy.
( Is-hn-t he luuuh-ffli )
The Gateworld interview with Joe scheduled for today isn't on the site (yet).
ETA: if you're also no longer able to fracking access their vids, here's just the sound of the preview. After Shanks (winning best actor in that joke of LEO awards), there's Joe briefly choking on pork and apple sauce.
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30 emanations | speak to me
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| CASTLE (pictorial review) |
12 May 09, 1:00pm |
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( shiny little picspam )
The dialogue is trite throughout the show, starting right off with the medical examiner claiming there were only two holes when she hadn't even uncovered the body (wtff) which itself was from that iconic shot in American Beauty. Other scenes look like "Women's Murder Club", only without strong women (or Joe; maybe once their are octogenarians, they'll act together in some reality sitcom).
Stana Katic as officer Becket is unable to act against such painfully stupid lines/scenes ( Read more... ) But the "plots" continue to be from the slushpile of last century's C-movies, Castle's plastic mother and daughter pose with hipdrops at every single entrance, and Beckett's cops are no better, just pumped up mannequins everywhere. This is worse than Nathan's previous flop "Drive", which I had never much liked either; that had also had awful plastic people and cliché plots, but at least SOME thought behind it, some tension and Nathan actually acting instead of just goofing off in his sleep. He's not old enough to end like this!
This show can never work. I like and actually need humour in all my genres, but I don't need stupid superficial "we R serious" clichés in my humour. They should have made it a half-hour sit-com. Someone should have gotten Nathan his second chance at a real show with real acting. Neither was done. I was going to say the concept of mixing violent crime with "laughs" is at fault, but that's not true, lots of different shows manage more difficult balancing acts. "Castle" doesn't even use the difference between fiction and "real" life that you'd suspect as the premise - on the contrary, there is hardly anything about the writing process, while the mixture of whispering girly songs (for empathy, a device stolen from other shows like basically all of the elements) and Castle's glee at murder victims prevents any realitiy.
The tragedy isn't just that ( my beloved Nate )
( guest stars )
Ferguson might agree with me, and wisely he just joked with Fillion, the kilted Canadian.
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quixotic
