A rumour

May. 14th, 2008 08:21 pm
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...from Alison Bechdel's blog. Her younger brother plays with Ministry, and there is a story going around that Al Jourgensen might be doing a gardening reality show called Gardening With Evil.

Two things: a) I would totally love watching that show; b) I think this means that us Gen Xers (I know Al's a bit older, but what's his fanbase?) are officially heading towards middle age.



Jan. 17th, 2008 10:42 pm
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Just been watching the first ep of the new series of Torchwood. That first scene with the old lady crossing the road by the cemetery? I know that place - I had friends who lived round the corner. Had a wander through the cemetery a couple of times.

I like recognising these bits more than the big touristy parts. Of course, I haven't seen the middle of Cardiff since they did it up. Soon!
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ETA: Actually embedded the object this time!
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  1. Man, doing tai chi the day before my period sucks. It hasn't happened before, and while I knew I was PMT-ish, I couldn't believe how (physically) awkward and self-conscious I was. I couldn't co-ordinate a thing. Well, it was fairly useless as training sessions go, but maybe something stuck.

  2. Ugly Betty is perfect "lounge around at home and die" watching. I could do without the more schmaltzy parables-of-the-day (is it bad that I like some of the more bitchy stuff? - "Has she been smoking her poncho?" *snerk*), but it's cute, America Ferrera is hot, and um, so was the sister's boyfriend, Santos. Oh well. Things improved once Betty ditched the dweeb boyfriend she had at the start.

  3. I got hooked on Bones a while back, and I must say I like it waaaaaaaay better than the books, which is about .001% of the times where it's that way around. The Brennan on the TV show is much more interesting than the one in the books (which don't work for me - I think the early Cornwells were (gasp!) better) - she's much more unconventional than the book character. Also, cute. Also, Angela the sidekick is really cute. And the other characters are fun too. There are a few parables in there as well, and the politics can make my eyes roll, but I'm enjoying it. Now I have my monthly bandwidth back, I'll be able to download obtain more.

  4. I do watch some worthy TV online, not just cute babes and bitchiness, honest. Um. Like Nigella. *snigger* (Actually, if it's really "worthy", I generally read about it instead, but there are some good docos.)

  5. All that thinking about mindless entertainment has put me in the mood for schmaltzy Latin ballads. It has to be done occasionally. (I still think Portuguese is a sexier language, but Spanish is pretty good too.)

Listen to schmaltz
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This is how media producers should treat their audiences who are into creating remixed and new content. A contest to create your own BSG clip, with sounds, visual effects, and other samples from the studio for you to incorporate into your own vid. One 4-minute video will be broadcast on SCI-FI TV in the US.

(via boingboing)


Feb. 6th, 2007 10:27 pm
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Well, it looks like Bad Girls has finally hit the US, and I have just hit YouTube linky gold - a full set of clips that put the Nikki and Helen story together. Since the rest of the show didn't really work for me, this means I can see all the good parts I missed.

Simone Lahbib, OMFG. "Jim, I don't need a bodyguard, I can handle the prisoners myself, thank you." Ahah. And you know, "Shit happens." Awwww. [Even if Nikki's alternating fits of pouting, snivelling and rashness still drive me nutty.]
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Ok, I don't possess a TV - I have never owned one of my own - and I don't imagine myself getting one in a hurry. I just wish you could plug gaming consoles into an LCD screen (the kind attached to a computer).

So, as you may gather, there isn't much TV that I see. I've loved Torchwood, I am enjoying Heroes and I did watch all of the latest series of Doctor Who, despite the fact I wish David Tennant would disappear into a singularity. However, I have some guilty secrets: I watched all of the first series of Desperate Housewives (am I the only person in the world who thinks that Bree is a sex goddess?), although I don't have any desire to get the rest. And I am addicted to The L Word. I mean, cute girlie-girls getting it on with each other? Just call me Bubba.

So, I just watched the show that was broadcast on Monday in the US, which is the 3rd of this new series. Thank god, it was fab. As good as the best eps in the first series (if we don't count Marina). The pretentious arty Jenny moment was actually amusing, if you realised it was a homage to A Streetcar Named Desire, down to the saxophone music. Jenny was an amusing fruit loop. Max was almost endearing... despite his macking up to the boss's daughter and still somehow not divulging his status. The ensemble pieces were mainly great, except the "straights vs queers" cocktail party - stereotypes much? The showdown between Shane and Papi was fun. Cybill Shepherd is doing a decent job, and hopefully her botox will wear off a bit soon. Alice was cute, of course. I even managed to ignore Angstus and his sulking.

But. That good stuff pales into insignificance next to Bette. It's interesting, because Jennifer Beals strikes me as more than a little bit hippy-dippy in RL (not in a bad way), but she can play determined, proper, type-A, focussed, kick-arse chick in style. And those skirts. Dear bloody god. You can't call it walking, what she does in them. And there she is, struggling with her ethics for all of 5 seconds before she unleashes the Bette Beast. Rrrrrrowr. And while her perky blonde little offsider doesn't do it for me in the slightest, she at least does a good job of seeming caught up in the whirlwind. And what a fiiiine whirlwind it is too. Welcome back, to Bette and her moves.

I suppose it's too much to hope they sustain that quality throughout the rest of the series, but I certainly have higher hopes than I did a few weeks back.
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I thought the last two eps were fab - Owen finally had the major fuckup I was expecting from him - but why oh why did they have to tie it back into the Doctor Who ep I thought was the cheesiest of the cheese? And if they going to continue with that whole theme, it's going to end up annoying me.

not exactly spoilerific )

[Although we need to come up for another term for Big Poly Clans that doesn't use the c-word. I'm somewhat allergic to it. A "tribe" is worse, but that's purely because it's become such a cliché - I love the concept. Something that implies an interconnected group of people, without it being about ownership, per se. If we were in NZ, I'd say Ngati Poly (hee!), since that implies a confederated grouping. Hmmmm.]
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They eat with their mouths closed. And they don't talk while chewing.

It's a real pet peeve of mine in TV shows and film. While American shows are particularly bad, it seems like most of the world isn't too shy to emulate them.

Here's to more non-revolting eating habits in the media.


Oct. 25th, 2006 09:26 pm
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OMG, the hotness, I'm going to die. I hear those slashy motors revving up now, so I want to see good smut, you hear me?

So, yes, Captain Jack (John Barrowman), just as suave and cute as ever. But Gwen (Eve Myles)... oh, it's lurrve, she is too spunky for words. As for the m/f, m/m and f/f snogging action, I though my screen was going to go up in flames. See, while the US invented the concept of sex with their sci-fi, the poms can take it that much further in cool directions on prime time public TV because their brains won't fall out of their heads with a bit of same-sex shenanigans.

I remember the Gwyneth character on the Doctor Who ep with the Welsh ghosts, and here she is again as Gwen, so I assume there's some connection. Who knows, who cares, I get to perve. If the storylines continue well (and I enjoyed the first two eps), we could have a Firefly contender on our hands for a TV series I actually get fannish about.

Speaking of, I've got my hands on the first 2 series of BSG, so I'll see what all the ranting is about. Since the female character that all the dykes rave about seems quite butch-ish, I don't necessarily think I'll have a lust object there, alas. We'll see.

Getting back to Torchwood, the wee Caerdyyyyyydd tourist fest is nice too. Despite how terribly uncool it is, I liked Cardiff as a town. Also, two of my groovy friends live there, so it has built-in cred.

[/ squee mode]
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One of the guys at work was talking about 'Allo 'Allo today. While I thought it was a pretty stupid programme, I did like The Fallen Madonna With the Big Boobies, and erm, I thought Herr Flick was fab. Now I'm having to resist urges to go around saying, "You may kiss me, Helga," or attempting to feed people Peruvian Fruit Bat truth serums (no need to mention homeopathy, is there?). I'm sure the guys here think I'm strange enough.

But really, the best UK comedy was The Goodies. And then there was Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (yes, I know the purists think only the radio show is worth it, but I like it). And Not the Nine O'Clock News. Oh, god, and Spitting Image. "The President's Brain Is Missing" sketches (about Reagan) were comedy gold. Must see if I can bittorrent some.

: I forgot Alas Smith and Jones! I surely didn't need to mention Blackadder. It's interesting how people seem to be either Blackadder OR Mr Bean fans, without much overlap. Certainly, Bean didn't work for me in the slightest.

And yay YouTube - plenty of Not the Nine O'Clock News, including the General Synod's Life of Christ sketch. And, of course, Gerald the Gorilla ("Wild [when you caught me]?  I was bloody livid.") Then there were the Satanists, who now remind me scarily of certain OTW poly types. Hee! (I'll stop while I'm ahead)
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I used to watch Top Gear occasionally when I was in the UK, because it's entertaining, and shows off funky cars. However, while Jeremy Clarkson is amusing when he sticks to the subject of cars, once again he's proven what an arrogant fuckwit he is.

After Richard Hammond crashed last week, a few people started saying that the programme should be "toned down". Frankly, if someone wants to put themselves into risky situations that don't cause any danger to anyone else (and I don't have to pay for the consequences), I think they should go to it.

So, Jeremy Clarkson  "has accused the BBC's own news website of sparking a campaign to take the show off the air, citing 'doom and gloom merchants' who 'don't like Top Gear and would love to see it off the screens'". So far, so typical of his "anti-PC" rants. However, he just tops it off nicely by saying,  "You just hear this constant background chatter of lesbian women running around saying that men should be in prison, not driving fast cars."

Fuck you, dickwad. Thanks for finally and comprehensively ruining the show for me.
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Why didn't I watch this earlier? Naveen Andrews!!!!11!!!  I had no idea he was in this! Ok, I've resigned myself to the fact that no-one's ever going to cast him with long hair again, like they did in The English Patient, but at least it's long enough. :-) *drooool!*

He makes about as convincing an Iraqi as I do, but he can act. I'm enjoying the programme itself overall, but it doesn't grab me the way that Firefly did, if we're going to talk American TV - too many standard gender roles, methinks. And bugger-all humour. Still, the eye-candy is pretty bloody fabulous. And by that, I mean the landscape too - I'm definitely going back to Hawaii one day.

*goes back to Ep 9 and more drooling* (Plot, what plot?)
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If you don't know who Wash is, then worry not. This is to commemorate the week that the Serenity DVD has come out here in Oz. One of my colleagues has it already (biatch!); mine is in the post. Apparently.

This Woman's Work, by [livejournal.com profile] watcher_junior (13MB WMV) - Zoe and Wash, after the events of Serenity. The soundtrack is Kate Bush. I mostly dislike Kate Bush's music (I find her top range hard work to listen to), but some of her songs are utterly compelling. And this is one of them. The lyrics are perfect. It's well edited, with the fuzzy effect (and the indifferent compression quality) helping to blend footage from the movie and the series. I cried like a bloody child, but you get that.

And, to not leave you as a shuddering wreck, Space Cowboy, by [livejournal.com profile] randominity (23MB MOV - Yousendit - I'll post it again if it expires) featuring, yes, NSYNC. About the only song of theirs I like, and it's perfect. It features the whole crew, but there's a whole lotta Wash in there. The vid quality is not so great, but the editing is good and it's an excellent giggle. It's been around for a while, but it's still a goodie.

Not so Wash-centred, and while I'm on a roll, New Frontier by [livejournal.com profile] heres_luck (38MB DivX) is technically and every-other-way superb. The music is fab too, although I'm not so ecstatic about the vocal (the lyrics fit, though). However. The lighting, the cutting, the timing, the quick edits and the slow ones, the lighting (again!) the interweaving of character, event, scenery. OMFG, awesome awesome awesome, you must see. It's all based on Serenity and is cut from the DVD, so the quality is fantastic (and it's DivX, of course). Virtually the whole movie in 3½ minutes.
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Do not have a glass of wine, drink a bloody divine freshly-roasted PNG peaberry short black from your new espresso machine, read Firefly fanfic and listen to some fucking awesome internet radio when you've planned to get to sleep before 12am. Oh well.

I will go to the gym tomorrow. And do my dishes. Honest.

And the hardest part to get away from is the music. I know I can read the fic anytime I want to get my fix, but my CD collection could be an order of magnitude larger, just with the electronica, and still hardly touch the sides. Still, internet radio: bloody marvellous, innit? And free. Must do my rant about anarchy soon. Tomorrow.
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When you see this, quote some Firefly!

My favourite interchange:

Inara: What did I say to you about barging into my shuttle?
Mal: That it was manly and impulsive?
Inara: Yes, precisely. Only the exact phrase I used was "don't".

And, Wash (awww):

The legs. Oh yeah, definitely have to say it was her legs.You can put that down. Her legs, and where her legs meet her back. Actually, that whole area. That, and above it.
Have you seen what she wears? Forget about it. Have you ever been with a warrior woman?

Zoe (to Wash): Remember that sex we were planning to have, ever again?

Wash and Zoe (AWWWW!):

Wash: Mmm. Wife soup. I must've done good.
Zoe: Yes, dear. You done good.

Mal: Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. Whaddya suppose that makes us?
Zoe: Big damn heroes, sir.

Zoe (to Mal): Take me, sir. Take me hard.
Jayne: Now somethin' about that is just downright unsettling.

Kaylee: Look, they got boy whores! Isn't that thoughtful? Wonder if they service girlfolk at all.

I think that's enough for going on with. I'll be in my bunk.
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I've been meaning to do this for a while, and since I need to cheer myself up (the trouble with having technologically-challenged friends is that they don't answer their bloody emails)...

Trix's list of the L-Word cast in order of shaggability )
And can I just say that the above ratings refer to their characters? For example, I think that Erin Daniels seems like a groovy person, but she doesn't trip my gaydar or bi-dar in the slightest, and, I'm sorry, but a professional tennis player does NOT have arms like limp spaghetti (advice to show writers: do not ever get her to do a scene lifting weights again. Just too pathetic). And I think Mia Kirshner is cool too, although she has to play the most gratuitously out-there stuff as Jenny. Leisha Hailey, especially in her brunette incarnation, is the person I'd probably find the most attractive in RL (always excepting Karina Lombard...).
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Thanks to the modern wonders of Bittorrent, I finally got to see The L Word (I would link to the official site, but it's not accessible outside the US. WTF?). And, hey, give me a break, I don't possess a TV, and haven't done for years. :-)

I can see what the hype was about, I enjoyed it. Lots of attractive women (ok, a little thin for my taste, but I can cope) doing the wild thing, AND there's some story in there too. Goodness. The files I downloaded are excellent quality, but I think I'll be getting the DVD set. That and Firefly; this TV thing is getting addictive!

I'm slightly croggled, though, because the Marina character is just like my best friend and occasional play-buddy in London. Just imagine her more my height (5'6"), shorter hair, generally dressed in black, and with a to-die-for slight Portuguese accent (not that Karina Lombard's accent isn't gorgeous). Everything else is the same: the cheekbones, the confidence, the low deliberate voice, the interest in literature, the charm, the intensity, the "I'm going to do what I like to you, and you will enjoy it" vibe. Wow. I admit it, I didn't really notice the others (and I had a wild crush on Jennifer Beals when I was 16 - I saw Flashdance six bloody times).

Hm. Gosh. It's disconcerting enough when you see someone on the street whose manner or look reminds you strongly of someone you know, but to kind of see a sustained portrayal on screen that is so spookily similar is pretty bizarre. Never encountered that before. Well, I'm sure the rest of the series will be enjoyable... :-)

Sydney fun

Apr. 24th, 2005 11:07 pm
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I had an excellent trip to Sydney (other than moderately annoying work stuff), and had excellent fun hanging out with [livejournal.com profile] damned_colonial, who is a tour guide par excellence. Expecially considering she's only been living there for a couple of months. We did some shopping for meaty electronic gadgets (vicarious gadget shopping is excellent), and my wee vee-hickle came in handy for transporting the swag. We got a ferry to Manly beach, and I got to inhale tons of salt air, which made me feel more "myself" than I have felt for a while. There was also a successful Hornblower pimping exercise, so I'm looking forward to reading some nice juicy slash with a finer appreciation of the characters involved. Yay!

So, I toodled off home a couple of hours later than I was expecting, no problem, around sunset. That was when the (heavy irony alert) "fun" really started. In Sydney, on the main highway from the east, you pay tolls coming and going. So, going, I got to the toll gate, paid the nice lady my $3.20 and attempted to put my car into first gear so that I could drive off. The attempt failed. Oh dear. And continued to fail; I could not move the gear stick in ANY direction whatsoever. This particular car has a 3-speed (+ reverse) gearbox, mounted on the steering column, so driving it is normally pretty fun. Not today, alas.

After quite a bit of cursing and bashing (well, a couple of minutes' worth), I told the nice lady that I would attempt to get out of her lane and go to the carpark on the left. I was stuck in third gear, thank god, not neutral, so there was motive power available. Luckily there was only one other lane to the left of the one I was in, and there was no problem stopping traffic through there for a couple of seconds. Even more luckily, there is nothing wrong with the clutch, so after much revving and clutch-riding, I was able to manoeuvre to the parking space.

I sat and ruminated on things for a wee while (as one does), and considered the fact that getting a tow somewhere in Sydney would mean that my car couldn't be fixed for at least a few days (tomorrow being a public holiday), and there is no way in hell that I can afford to have a couple of days away from work with our Exchange rollout beginning next weekend. I also considered the fact that, after the toll gates, it is entirely highway all the way to Canberra, my flat is one block off the main road into Canberra, and there are only a few sets of traffic lights on that route, on a flat stretch of road, thus no need for anything resembling a hill start.

With all those ruminations done, I thought "what the hell" and drove off. Now, the nice thing about these cars only having three gears is that it is entirely possible to drive the 280-odd kms from Sydney to Canberra only using one of them. I could start off in third, and of course, top gear is also third, so I was quite happily tootling along at about 110km/h all the way back. If I had been stuck in first, well, that would have put paid to my plan, since there was no way I was going to drive back at 20km/h, while burning out my gearbox in the process (leaving aside the fact that I wouldn't have the faintest idea how to get from Sydney to Canberra via back roads, if they exist). Granted, being in third meant that getting from 0-110 took a minute or so, but I wasn't racing on a dragway.

The challenge began when I reached Canberra, where there is one of Canberra's famous roundabouts (roundabouts are great, but really, Canberra specialises in them). Luckily, there was no-one else on the roundabout, so I was able to cruise through there about about 40-50km/h (a little fast, but really, I wasn't caring so much then). I had almost a clear run with traffic lights, by some miracle; I only had to stop twice, and both stops were on a slight downward slope. Turning into the side street into my house was a similar situation, and I decided that the Give Way signs were really "slow down and hope like hell that no-one decides to come now", which worked. I arrived in one piece, and while my clutch was smelling hot, it isn't burned out.

So, well, despite the fact that the car is so old made this mechanical failure more likely, I am glad that I was driving such an old car. There aren't many modern cars where, say, fourth gear has a long enough ratio where you can comfortably negotiate a set of traffic lights from a standing start within the required time. Or that third gear is comfortable enough to drive at around 100km/h for three hours. I'm hoping it's a reasonably simple case of the gear levers heading into the gearbox getting their knickers in a knot, in much the same way as old typewriter keys did if you mashed a whole bunch of them at once. If it's the innards of the steering column, it's bound to be a more costly exercise, although I could get them to renew the steering bushing at the same time, since the steering in general is somewhat loose (and I've been kind of putting off getting it done).

So, that is my excitement for the weekend, it's been a good'un!


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