trinityvixen | How much pretty can one movie stand?

Some page scans from the Sci-Fi magazine have brought to my attention that, holy shit, since when is Star Trek full of hotties? I mean, the fellas have Uhura and Troy and Seven of Nine, but who do the ladies get? I mean, besides me and my (admittedly) pervy fascination with Dr. McCoy?

Speaking of McCoy--CARL FREAKIN' URBAN!?! HOT. He may compete for making-Trinity-a-mushy-pile-of-goo time with Sylar-Spock.

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I watched Kinky Boots the other day. I need to own the soundtrack. Perhaps after Christmas, when I can justify buying presents for myself. I could just download it at iTunes, make life easy on myself.

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Kitten Patrol, the Rock Band band of which I,

edgehopper and

feiran are a part had its public debut last night in Brooklyn. Proud to say that we rocked the house on "Paranoid" by Black Sabbath, but I failed miserably at "Suffragette City." We had the recorded vocal track off, which is an indicator that I need to play with it less and learn how to find notes on my own. Alas, my suckage did not let us beat Guinea Pigs.

I say alas not because I expected to dominate or anything, but because the lead singer of Guinea Pigs was a drunken, greasy BAG OF DOUCHE whose lousy attitude and cat calls cast a pall on what was otherwise a fun evening. He had gone with his first band (I'm not sure it was the same one) to sing the first seed song for his bracket, "The Hand that Feeds" by Nine Inch Nails and failed miserably even on medium. He bitched about not knowing the song, but he really started to howl when our band got up to do our first song (which was "Paranoid"). He objected, in fouler language than necessary, to the fact that we got such a famous song. He also was quite beligerent about the fact that a girl was going to sing it and there was no way that she--that is to say, I--would, should, or could be able to do it.

Our bassist, Madeline, told him to shut the fuck up, which was nice. I ignored him, catching only snippets of curses that were much more gratifying as we went on with the song because they went from being "This isn't fucking fair!" to being "Fuck, she's hitting every single note!" Success is the best form of revenge, which apparently he picked up on. Our band met his over "Suffragette City," and thanks to two of his bandmates being on Expert (and raking in the points) and his being on EASY vocals (making the multipliers happen without effort), they beat us. After which, he screamed out, "FUCK THOSE KITTENS!"

Yeah, great. You couldn't fail to be a bigger scumbag, could you? It was a nice enough evening, with people good naturedly trying (and more often than not, failing) at Rock Band and just having fun. This guy had to turn it into some spiteful bitch-fest. Sigh.