WW #5

(I wish I could sleep this good)

WW #4

(His "I know I'm beautiful and that you're lucky to have me, but can we go inside now?" look)

Saved by the slush

Last night, Season 2 of Torchwood debuted in the UK and thanks to the mad skills of a certain torrenter, I was able to watch the first episode "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang" before midnight of the 16th. That's service right there people. I'd link you to the BBC official page, but the bastards at the Beeb won't allow non-UK viewers access (there are ways around it, UK proxies, etc, but that's not very efficient for blogging purposes)

Anyhooooo, so enamored was I that I had to watch the episode twice. COMPLETELY ignoring the fact that I had to be a fully functional, responsible adult in the morning while I babysat (sorry, *substituted*) for a 7th grade social studies class. Such is the glamorous life of a newbie freelance writer who must find ways to supplement her income....

Fortunately the universe was kind, some winter weather intervened and school was closed. Which means I can sit and watch it again.

And again.

Not that I'm obsessed or anything. I prefer to think of it as more of a healthy fixation.









(Isn't that what all the nutters say?)




tag: torchwood, captain jack harkness, john barrowman, james marsters, BBC

WW #3

(See! He IS a retriever! So what if his duck is found in the Easter aisle at Target?)

WW #2

(He fell rolled off the couch two minutes later.)

Wordless Wednesday #1

I'm doing this, I am. Gonna keep it up ALL YEAR LONG.

(or until I have a blonde moment and forget, which ever comes first)

It's a sickness....

It's official. I need to be tested for dementia if I'm missing weather like this.



But I am.




I really really am.






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Of blood, Alan Rickman and nasty pies...

My my my, what better way to kick off a new year than by going to see yet another silver screen adaptation of a Broadway musical? A bloodfest and a musical, what's not to love?

I'm not overly keen on either one of those genres, but never mind that small insignificant detail. I was desperate to see a movie, any movie and preferably one without talking chipmunks (although I'll freely admit that in a weak moment I may see that movie at the $2 theater in a few months) and preferably not one that will make me weepy (Water Horse, PS I Love You). The only movie I've seen in the last 3+ months is The Golden Compass and while I adored that movie (almost as much as the books, I still owe y'all a blog post on that by the way.) and wouldn't mind seeing it again, I wanted to watch something new if I was going to drop $6.25 for two hours of entertainment.

So Sweeney Todd is was.

Brilliant movie, really. I haven't seen anything quite like it before, I know there haven't been that many (any?) bloody musicals but still. Johnny Depp's depth and range as an actor is astounding. Helena Bonham Carter, what can I say, she's just phenomenal to watch. Sacha Baron Cohen was an unexpected delight but Alan Rickman clinched the deal for me. I love this man's work, I could listen to him read a phone book and be intrigued. He's the quintessential creepy old man in Sweeney Todd and when he got his comeuppance, I couldn't resist a little "woo-hoo!" (I didn't do this quietly to myself in a theater packed with people. Of course not, you sillies. This was an emotion that had to be verbalized loud and proud.)

Ultimately this movie isn't for everybody. Yes, the blood, it is excessive. However, this is one cheesed-off barber with ready access to straight razors and a massive chip on his shoulder. Do you *really* think some O-neg wasn't going to be spilled in gratuitous amounts?

I was all set to have a chicken pot pie for dinner, but after Sweeney Todd, the idea of consuming any kind of meat pie makes me woozy. A grilled cheese sandwich seems much more palatable right now..

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