Don’t Give Up

Last weekend I went to Houston for a (very successful) surprise birthday party for a friend. Much fun was had as we chatted, ate, drank (a lot), and watched a few things on their big projector in the backyard. Strangely, bras ended up hanging from flagpoles, but that’s another story. First, of course, was a bootleg copy of Dr. Horrible’s Sing-a-long Blog, which most of us had seen already and could quote verbatim. Next up was National Treasure 2, which is by far one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Normally I blame Nicolas Cage for his bad movies, but there was no saving this one. After that, the Amazing Screw-On Head, which was surprisingly awesome and finally an encore of Dr. Horrible.

I hate long drives, but I’ll say the scenery between Dallas and Houston is far more picturesque than the crapscape between Dallas and Austin. But Austin wins the Best City in Texas award by a landslide. I had never been to Houston, and don’t care to go back. Sure the downtown area is “pretty,” and the buildings are tall, but the place just never fucking ends. I’ve never seen so much concrete. And then I drove by that god damned Joel Osteen largest-church-in-the-world and that sealed my disgust.

My actual vacation was cancelled for a handful of reasons, but I’m still spending the entire week off work. I decided to spend it looking for another job, which is turning out to be a major bust. It’s not like my standards aren’t low enough already: must be mostly indoors, pay at least what I made last year and not make me want to brutally slaughter others and then myself. Sadly, the last part is negotiable since I’m arguably well-versed in coping (I’m alive and they’re alive, right?). I don’t think I can stand to create another profile with an agency or a pre-screener. I’m all profiled out…srsly. I have to peel my eyes open to blink again. I’m only typing this because I’m taking a break.

In the meantime, I’ve been bored. I’ve cleaned up three years of financial paperwork, sent off for rebates I’m owed, stayed up late and slept late, organized my illegal downloaded tv serieses and seen a couple of movies. The first was The Dark Knight, of course, since I couldn’t be last. I thought the movie itself was mostly ho-hum, except for Heath, who was concentrated brilliance. The other film I saw this morning was The X Files. I was a bedside fan of the show, but this movie’s plot was just phenominally lackluster. That’s all they had?  It would’ve made for a decent two-part episode, but as a movie I expected a lot more. More devoted fans will probably be sated. I just don’t care enough, it’s not like it was Buffy or anything.

Speaking of which, I think I’m a couple of months behind on comics. Walked into Border’s last month and the comic section had mysteriously teleported somewhere… didn’t bother asking because I have social anxiety disorder, but I did search for it to no avail.

BTW - I’m officially over 20 pounds on the weight loss. Go me. Kind of hit a plateau. My energy level for the last three weeks has been nil, and my depression high. I’m thinking it might be another thyroid thing, so possibly another visit with the doc is in order. I can see the mountain top but I have not been there.

I bet he thinks this post is about him

I’ve been watching Torchwood. I never saw the episodes of Doctor Who that had Captain Jack’s character, but I still had a clue who he was or what was going on, at least to some degree.

I had a little trouble getting into it at first. The writing is very different than anything I’m used to. Things tend to move quickly and sometimes storylines have a bizarre factor I can’t even explain*. All at once, the whole show can be under- and over-dramatic. That said, it is clearly a character driven show and their relationships are far more important than the details, scenes or storylines. It’s a lot like Buffy in that sense, and you’ll either love it or hate it.

And I love it. Gorl PLEASE**, do you think I would whip out a Buffy reference if I didn’t? You don’t know me like that! I am insanely in love with Captain Jack and John Barrowman. Gods, I want him to scoop me up and hold me up against his person as I weep uncontrollably and he’ll caress the back of my velour head and tell me it’s all gonna be okay and for once in my life, I’ll believe him, because he just came back from the dead again, as all hot men should do after you murder them in a crime of passion even though all you really wanted was to fill his gaint void because you love him sooooooo much. Sigh.

And - ack - Gwen and Owen are characters that all too often manage to be completely intolerable. And yet they’re lovable. Tosh and Ianto are adorable. I’ve only seen the first season, but I have the second downloading at the moment. Should be done by tomorrow. I’m disappointed to read that the third will be more of a mini-series. I’m not down with that. But there are books and I still have to see CJ’s Doctor Who epis, so that’ll keep me sated for a while.

* - I could be ruined by Lost. It was the only tv show I gave a shit about for a while, and it derailed for so long that I’m not sure I can ever be a target demographic again.

** - I tried to find John Barrowman’s latest album online and couldn’t so I downloaded it illegally and now I sit here listening to it feeling like I have ascended to a new level of gayness and that maybe tomorrow when I get up I’ll open my eyes and see the world with my new Rainbow Vision®™. And maybe it’ll have picture-in-picture and one channel can always be Captain Jack. I do have the attention span for that, for what it’s worth.

It’s Buffy, Bitch

Thanks to the wonderment of technology, I now have Buffy’s “Once More, With Feeling” episode on my iPod and can, and will, watch it at any given time. You never know when I’m gonna whip out Marco for a Buffy sing-a-long. I’m dangerous. And bad! And if you want it, say the word.