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Oct. 4th, 2006 10:46 amYou know what my priorities for season premieres are when I tell you I had the most stupid/strange dream about Battlestar Galactica that nonetheless managed to work me up something fierce. ( No spoilers, just stupidity on TV's part. )
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feiran and I watched the first two episodes of Carnivale last night, and man, is that show fucked up. I like that you can't quite figure the polarity of good and evil in the two guys with strange powers (they've both done something good and fucked something up royal). Not all that much has even happened; there's a lot of setup that's fairly standard (the blind guy, who I keep calling Sydney because that was his character on The Pretender, is the "wooooo eeeeevil" warn-y guy and bugs me a bit because everyone else is less melodramatic). You know the show is effective when it makes me afraid to ask: "Who is Management?"
Don't understand a single thing going on with this show, though. It's hard to recognize anyone for me because many of the carnies look fairly similar--the ladies especially, as there's about three or four of them with the same hairdo and similar enough body type running around and they get more play than the two or three guys who look somewhat alike. Nick Stahl is pretty good at playing dumbass yet proud, which is important, as his character has been brow-beaten into thinking he's not special but he knows himself for what he is and won't tolerate being messed with. Likewise the Clancy Motherfucking Brown, who has his convictions--terrifying as they are--and doesn't like to have them pissed on just because they transcend from the normal hippie/happy-go-lucky love of God to the Almighty Divinely Inspired Word of God.
Yeah, I'll be sticking with this one for a bit, see if it delivers. I mean, it's got Clancy Motherfucking Brown in it, so it can't be all that bad, right? ::whistles and ignores Earth 2::
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Looks like the building management heard my suggestion about our front hallway to our apartment building. They recently replaced the doorframe downstairs from a metal bottomed, glass-topped door with just metal on the sides of it to being a brushed metal door with windows throughout and windows lining the door all around on the wall. It looks great, but a tad out of place next to the plaster walls and metal borders in front of plexiglass sheets that make up the rest of the wall.
Come eight this morning, shortly after I got woken up by the cats pulling down the living room curtain again, there was this pounding noise, and when I came down to leave for work, a guy was knocking out the plaster below the windows and the plexiglass had been removed. I look foward to seeing what goes up there instead. They've had surprisingly good taste with renovations so far.
feiran and I watched the first two episodes of Carnivale last night, and man, is that show fucked up. I like that you can't quite figure the polarity of good and evil in the two guys with strange powers (they've both done something good and fucked something up royal). Not all that much has even happened; there's a lot of setup that's fairly standard (the blind guy, who I keep calling Sydney because that was his character on The Pretender, is the "wooooo eeeeevil" warn-y guy and bugs me a bit because everyone else is less melodramatic). You know the show is effective when it makes me afraid to ask: "Who is Management?"Don't understand a single thing going on with this show, though. It's hard to recognize anyone for me because many of the carnies look fairly similar--the ladies especially, as there's about three or four of them with the same hairdo and similar enough body type running around and they get more play than the two or three guys who look somewhat alike. Nick Stahl is pretty good at playing dumbass yet proud, which is important, as his character has been brow-beaten into thinking he's not special but he knows himself for what he is and won't tolerate being messed with. Likewise the Clancy Motherfucking Brown, who has his convictions--terrifying as they are--and doesn't like to have them pissed on just because they transcend from the normal hippie/happy-go-lucky love of God to the Almighty Divinely Inspired Word of God.
Yeah, I'll be sticking with this one for a bit, see if it delivers. I mean, it's got Clancy Motherfucking Brown in it, so it can't be all that bad, right? ::whistles and ignores Earth 2::
Looks like the building management heard my suggestion about our front hallway to our apartment building. They recently replaced the doorframe downstairs from a metal bottomed, glass-topped door with just metal on the sides of it to being a brushed metal door with windows throughout and windows lining the door all around on the wall. It looks great, but a tad out of place next to the plaster walls and metal borders in front of plexiglass sheets that make up the rest of the wall.
Come eight this morning, shortly after I got woken up by the cats pulling down the living room curtain again, there was this pounding noise, and when I came down to leave for work, a guy was knocking out the plaster below the windows and the plexiglass had been removed. I look foward to seeing what goes up there instead. They've had surprisingly good taste with renovations so far.
