Guess what! (Note that is an exclamation point and not a question mark; that should indicate I’m about to tell you the answer without you having to ask; ie: A rhetorical question.)
Joss Whedon has filmed Much Ado About Nothing! And if that weren’t enough to make me stupid happy the ridiculous couple of Beatrice and Benedict are going to be played by Amy Acker and Alexis Denisof – that’s right, Angel‘s doomed couple of Fred and Wesley. Be still, my softly weeping heart.
Joss Whedon is responsible for how I viewed women at an early age. He successfully protected me from the angry poison of feminism while still empowering me to be bad-ass woman who dates who she wants, doesn’t take crap, and kicks vampire but. I watched Buffy every Tuesday night at the impressionable age of 13 quickly followed by Xena… I may have been overly violent as a teen.
In one of my “I live with my parent’s again” times of life, we watched Firefly. I had already seen the show, however as punishment for making me a Second Generation Trekkie, (as in I am the second generation), I hushed my dad’s “What’s a Space Cowboy?” questions and we got together once or twice a week and watched The Captain and crew. My dad still sings “Find me a horse! Find me a gun, I won’t rest until I’m done!” loosely in the tune of The Ballad of Serenity by Sunny Roads.
I’ve watched pretty much anything Joss has done over the years. I enjoy his snappy dialogue and the way he fleshes out a character to the point of realism. You can almost see the family like atmosphere he creates on his set between the crew. I am so happy to see the cast of characters in the upcoming Much Ado; it looks like a family reunion. Here are the one’s I recognize; there are about four more who I don’t from various Joss films etc.
Pass the popcorn.
I’ll see you two later.
I would like to dedicate this post to IMDB.
I am a geek. Most often I am also a nostalgic geek.
This week I moved offices. I had to pack up all my stuff and move it 30 feet dog leg to the right. (I love my new office because it has a window, and that is all I will say on the matter.) As I moved, I found my stack of Buffy the Vampire Slayer comics, and I dusted off my limited edition #0734 of 1000, “Tooned Up”, Buffy Summers, “End of Days” statue. It was a gift from TF before he was even TBF. We were meant to be. I thought about what Electric Tiki may have come up with in the past three years, and just like that I was surfing the web – that’s when I found it.
I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the batteries that are not included, I am the raspberry seed you can’t floss out, I am a special news bulletin that interrupts your favorite show, I am the low ratings that cancel your program, I am the ten dollar service charge on all returned checks, I am the smoke that smokes smoked oysters, I am Darkwing Duck!
It took every ounce of adult power in me to not buy this little guy for $99.99, or the Rescue Rangers. I had to repeat the mantra “You are turning 28 on Sunday, you are a mature and responsible person, you are less than 15 years away from 40.” So I quickly exed out of the window and texted my brother Tim. “I am the terror who flaps in the night! I am the termite who devours your floorboards, I am the fingernail that scrapes the black board of your soul, I am the headache of the criminal mind!! I am ________ ______! … Name that hero” He instantly replied “Darkwing Duck…. Come on. Give me a challenge.” Point taken.
To anyone who misses Saturday Mornings with the Disney Channel; Here’s to Launchpad McQuack and Mr. McD, here’s to The Rescue Rangers – mostly Gidgit, as they didn’t let their tiny stature stop them from most human tasks, here’s to Goofy and Donald Duck, may they ever be battling the clock that wouldn’t just take a bath quietly, here’s to Pluto and Mickey, Talespin and my huge crush on an animated bear named Kit Cloud Kicker, oh and “Fire at the Sea Duck!” Here’s to me, wishing I was 9 and stuffing my face with Captain Crunch cereal and whistling the tune to The Goof Troop.
Now, Suck Gas Evil Doers!
…so why don’t you kill me?
Great now hopefully I’ll get that song out of my head.
SO. It has been three days since I finished Oliver Twist, and over a week since I finished The Secret History. What am I reading now you ask? [jfeldt casts eyes down and to the left, clears her throat.] well…. nothing.
I’ve been busy. I just got back from Calgary. I’m tired? There’s been a lot of ‘catch up’ paper work at the Helicopter job. I found a new love of cooking? The horses took all my brain power… sigh. It’s this new RPG game I found.
I know, I know. But it’s true.
For those of you still with us, let me tell you a story. Once a few years back, there was this girl. She was uber-cool in every way. She read books alone all the time, she loved Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and she snorted when she laughed. She also lost roughly two hundred and twenty-four days of her life to this little game called Evony.
Evony is not a great game, the girl knew this, however her somewhat faltering social life caused her to cling not un-scarliy to the guild she was in. They talked RL they talked game. They strategized and fought each others battles. It was a real family. jk.
The girl finally decided her RL was going to sink into obscurity, and she made up her mind to leave the game. [Not really, she just sort of forgot about it and then was too ashamed to go back.] Also she started dating real boys and they frowned upon the excuse “sorry I’ve just got to farm for like two hours then I’ll call you.”
-insert break of two years and three boyfriend’s later-
The girl was recently in a long car ride travelling across the great land of Ca Na Da. She decided to check out the Apps store on her iPhone ROM10:9 to pass the long stretches of highway. She was surprised to see an RPG section, having never really played anything like that since Mist on the family’s first PC ever, she thought – “what the hay?” and gave it a whirl.
A week of not picking up a new book later, we find our girl immersed in a puddle of shame. She loves Aralon, sure there’s no guild or RL people to talk to, but she’s addicted. Love knows no boundaries right? Who says you can’t love a game? WHO SAYS!
So now that I’ve come out with all this I’ve decided to try to pick my new book! How about Dracula eh? I have a feeling I’m really going to like the part of the snivelling compelled human who falls under the supernatural power of the Count. Also I think I’ll watch some more Buffy! I just love the one where Xander falls under Dracula’s spell and keeps calling him “Master….bater” to try and fool everyone.
Plus I can totally read and play Aralon! Work may suffer though, and TBF may think I’m slightly distant…. crud.
I read fiction. I get lost in fiction, I dive, sink, soak up and in to fiction. What if I couldn’t? I suppose the obvious answer would be ‘Non-Fiction’… duh; but let’s break it down a little shall we?
This weeks blog hop asks: “Many of us primarily read one genre of books, with others sprinkled in. If authors stopped writing that genre, what genre would you start reading? Or would you give up reading completely if you couldn’t read that genre anymore?” So I thought about it and came up with Real Life Drama.
Oh I’m not talking about Big Brother or Survivor reality t.v. shows turned into books; ho ho ho no! I’m talking about Alive, Into Thin Air, or 127 Hours. I used to read The Reader’s Digest as a child when I would visit my grandparents house. My favorite parts were always the I Survived! Unfortunately I can’t remember exactly what the article was titled, but I do remember reading about ship wreaks, shark attacks, and a dude who fell into a construction site and had rebar poking straight through him. They all survived.
[Two rabbit trail/side notes:
1) On The Goodwife, during the last of Peter Florick’s campaign his publicity manager asked his mother “Why do senior citizen’s read Reader’s Digest?” She didn’t even bat an eye when she answered “Why it’s the large print.”
2) Three words – Cordelia “I fell”.]
Any way, basically I like when people tell me about their wicked survival stories. I loved Into Thin Air and I grimaced through Alive. Into the Great Solitude is another good true adventure type book, albeit a little quieter paced. So, this is how I would spend my days between the covers. This is actually how I should spend more now come to think of it.
Over and Out