Sleep, perchance to rest

I’ve been sleeping horribly this past week, which can only get worse since I’ll need to be up extra early Saturday morning for a volunteer orientation thingy, then peppy all day for the Big Bang Theory marathon we’re doing. Gah. I know, first world problems.

On another note, Vampire Diaries and Nikita continue to be awesome. VD is just so satisfying in terms of how they write, act, and mother frakking follow through on their plots. When something happens in the Vamp Diaries universe, there are consequences. It’s so very satisfying after years of Smallville’s stupid DC mentality of “oops, better erase that part of someone’s personality so we don’t actually have to deal with the consequences of revealing Tom Welling’s powers” and other shitty character and plot decisions. As much as I love my comic books, I have good reason to be cutting back on buying many issues. I go straight for trades now, and only after I’ve previewed and gotten reviews from sources I trust. Cuz, one too many multi-universe crises and stupid Batman’s son and stupid Batman’s disappearance and okay, long overdue Batman’s move forward along with Nightwing’s growing up and stuff. Especially since the emphasis has always been on the fact that of the trinity, he’s the human.

Still, give me Vampire Diaries and Nikita and Mad Men any day. Actions have consequences, people react like people (not total idiots or perfect Mary Sues and Gary Stu’s), and the actors actually deliver.


Various Sundries of the Homebody Sort

Today was a rip-roaring day filled with home-i-ness in the form of’s Corn & Crab Chowder (to which I added celery and onion, almost reaching the holy trifecta of good Cajun cooking) and’s Maple Salmon (to which I added Korean pepper flakes).

Wish I had pictures, but I lost my camera charger somewhere between Paris and home, and I’ve yet to replace it. I know that the instant I spend the money for a new one, the old one will turn up. This has happened to me, without fail, since elementary school. If the universe is telling me to stop losing shit, I think it needs to pick a new object lesson. This one particular failing is not getting fixed.

Also, in a country kind of mood. Apparently being barefoot in the kitchen will do that to me. Go figure. Anyways, I actually enjoy country music. It’s just the culture tied to the cowboy chaps and apron strings so prevalent in country music that irk me so. Thankfully, just when I think I’m getting completely fed up with the songs celebrating formulaic gender roles, a Tegan and Sara shows up or Neko Case. I’ve sprinkled some country-sounding songs into the mix to save me a tiny bit of time. I can’t be stopping every five seconds to stare at my laptop and mouth “You have got to be kidding me.”

Finally watched my S2 DVD of Terminator: SCC, which just made me absolutely joyful and heartbreakingly angry at the same time. I absolutely hate that Fox ditched SCC just when it was getting to the point where new viewers could’ve entered and gotten totally sucked in. That series was nothing less than a dream come true (COME ON! Lena Headey AND Summer Glau?!?!?!) with the best writing, best music, best pacing, best character decisions, and best potential. It died too early to be marred by its own complexity (like, BSG and Lost eventually did, no matter how I loved those shows).  But seeing the extras on the DVD, and realizing just how much thought was placed in each step of the individual stories and the overarching plots, I think they could’ve gone the distance. If only Fox had given them that chance. I’m really befuddled as to how SCC got cancelled after two seasons and Smallville is reaching it’s 11th or 12th or whatever it is at this point. God, the absurdity.

Of course, there was Josh Friedman’s gleeful commentary on S2Ep1, where he told us that Brian Austin Green’s ability to churn out exposition was cunningly tied to his disrobing. A la Sawyer’s nekkid chest exposition in Lost. He’s totally right. It works. 😀