Yes, it's been known for some time now
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trinityvixenBut, in case you'd wondered or worried, I'll confirm for you that I am, in fact, a tremendous slut.
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feiran and I watched the next True Blood episode. I'm already tired of the mysterious vampire dude. Mostly because he's ridiculous. Yes, they abuse his mystique where it suits them, but the show still wants us to be in awe of him and his whatever I don't care.
I spent the entire show waiting for the hot bartender to show up. He had like five seconds of time. NOT ENOUGH. I've also added his adorable fluffy patch of gray hair just behind his ear to the list of odd parts of a person I find compelling. (Right up there with Sylar's eyebrows.) I want to play with it, tease it, tug on it, you name it. It's not even sexual so much as it's a compulsion. I must do this likefeiran must rub Sir Ian McKellan's belly. It has to happen. (Okay, maybe it's a little sexual.)
The show itself? Hard to say at this point. The setting is fabulous, the feel is very real south, not the TV-and-movie-execs-in-LA version thereof. This greatly grounds the story because it's about small people dealing with a huge thing (vampires being real). I'm a little annoyed at the accents--not because they're not good (most of 'em are, actually), but because they're not Louisianan. There's exactly one guy in the show who sounds authentic Louisiana. Of course, that's because he has just about the only Cajun accent I've ever heard (it's gotta be real; you can't study those cadences). It is beautiful, and I want him to speak more just because he brings the show back to where it is supposed to be set.
The real failing of this show will be in trying to make me care about either of the two romantic leads. Absolutely everyone else, including the awful slut of a brother, is more interesting. It's just...not. It could be worse. (It could be Twilight.) But it could be better. The more they talk about the consequences of being vampire-old and the ability of people alive throughout history to disabuse the idiot masses of their romanticising of the past, the more I'm interested. The two lovers off on their own and the angst--he's a vampire! woe!--the more I turn off, tune out, and go back to fantasizing about the bartender. Mmm...
*****
Kitty update: Not about Wally for once! I let Oscar out because it's clear to me that Wally is just not going to eat the food on his own. He's being a right brat. If I have to feed him especially anyway, I'm not going to pen up the other kitty for nothing.
And my poor, poor Oscar baby, he was clearly lonely and not happy with being alone. I let him into my room after dinner where I started to doze off. Never a good idea with cats around if only because they're bound to get into trouble that I might easily sleep through. Instead, I got rousted out of sleep by Oscar headbutting me in the face, trying to get some love out of me. He was purring and adorable and curling up into me and doing that thing where he mushes the air (or whatever is in the way) with his claws (fortunately for me and my skin, he does so gently). Kitty wuvs me. He's a few cards short of a full deck sometimes, and he's dumber than a post, but he wuvs me. Poor fing.
feiran and I watched the next True Blood episode. I'm already tired of the mysterious vampire dude. Mostly because he's ridiculous. Yes, they abuse his mystique where it suits them, but the show still wants us to be in awe of him and his whatever I don't care.I spent the entire show waiting for the hot bartender to show up. He had like five seconds of time. NOT ENOUGH. I've also added his adorable fluffy patch of gray hair just behind his ear to the list of odd parts of a person I find compelling. (Right up there with Sylar's eyebrows.) I want to play with it, tease it, tug on it, you name it. It's not even sexual so much as it's a compulsion. I must do this like
feiran must rub Sir Ian McKellan's belly. It has to happen. (Okay, maybe it's a little sexual.)The show itself? Hard to say at this point. The setting is fabulous, the feel is very real south, not the TV-and-movie-execs-in-LA version thereof. This greatly grounds the story because it's about small people dealing with a huge thing (vampires being real). I'm a little annoyed at the accents--not because they're not good (most of 'em are, actually), but because they're not Louisianan. There's exactly one guy in the show who sounds authentic Louisiana. Of course, that's because he has just about the only Cajun accent I've ever heard (it's gotta be real; you can't study those cadences). It is beautiful, and I want him to speak more just because he brings the show back to where it is supposed to be set.
The real failing of this show will be in trying to make me care about either of the two romantic leads. Absolutely everyone else, including the awful slut of a brother, is more interesting. It's just...not. It could be worse. (It could be Twilight.) But it could be better. The more they talk about the consequences of being vampire-old and the ability of people alive throughout history to disabuse the idiot masses of their romanticising of the past, the more I'm interested. The two lovers off on their own and the angst--he's a vampire! woe!--the more I turn off, tune out, and go back to fantasizing about the bartender. Mmm...
*****
Kitty update: Not about Wally for once! I let Oscar out because it's clear to me that Wally is just not going to eat the food on his own. He's being a right brat. If I have to feed him especially anyway, I'm not going to pen up the other kitty for nothing.
And my poor, poor Oscar baby, he was clearly lonely and not happy with being alone. I let him into my room after dinner where I started to doze off. Never a good idea with cats around if only because they're bound to get into trouble that I might easily sleep through. Instead, I got rousted out of sleep by Oscar headbutting me in the face, trying to get some love out of me. He was purring and adorable and curling up into me and doing that thing where he mushes the air (or whatever is in the way) with his claws (fortunately for me and my skin, he does so gently). Kitty wuvs me. He's a few cards short of a full deck sometimes, and he's dumber than a post, but he wuvs me. Poor fing.
