The Rabbit Hole

Via Pink Raygun's "Ask an Amateur Scientist" column for today, this video (which was fascinating enough I watched it covertly at work):



Hey! I'm getting the hang of this embedding thing! No offense to the columnist, but since the guy in the video did all the work of debunking Uri Gellar, why do you get to write a column about debunking him as if this is news? Still confused on that one.

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I had the funniest dream I've had since I dreamt about putting my cold feet under Rimmer's tight ass. Actually, this one might have been funnier because I kind woke myself up gigglng. And it featured Dexter! Who was being, as ever, his wonderful self. Nothing spoilery about the show (or even the character much) but I'll cut because it's a tad longish. Still fucking hilarious the more I think about it.

( No, really: I WOKE MYSELF UP LAUGHING )

Woke myself up laughing, I tells you.

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Speaking of laughter, I'm glad to see that the second season of Robin Hood is making no attempt to not be the most ridiculous television show ever. I thought Prison Break was ludicrous, but Robin Hood wins at being wall-to-wall absurd and knowing it. Prison Break likes to pretend it in someway has a relation to reality. Robin Hood has no such illusions. Everything that happens is the most eye-rollingly, giggle-inducingly RE-COCK-ULOUS thing that could possibly happen in that particular instance.

They tried to take a turn for the "dark" this season, I heard, but as a girl who went with the fun and torture of Farscape's second "dark" season, it takes a lot to impress me. Also, bondage queens making mewling noises at the Sherrif make it hard to take evil seriously. It doesn't hurt that the Sherrif and Guy of Gisborne are still writing the textbook of typical idiot villain moves. They need a Scott Evil to help them out with the "why don't you just shoot him?" idea.

Itemized summary and update. Enjoy!

- This weekend I acquired a paper shredder. New favoritest toy.

- Last night I dreamt that I pulled a puffy sticker out of a wound on my arm. It had previously been covered the band-aid that was over the wound. Icky.

-Another BBCAmerica closed-captioning warning gem: The following program contains accents that would be more familiar if you hadn't dumped our tea into Boston Harbor. How is this channel so awesome?

- feiran and I have finished Robin Hood. If you ignore the "I do believe in fairies!" bits, it was wonderful. And the British are the best ever at euphemistic talk. The in-depth look at the character of the Sherrif of Nottingham basically had everyone trying to say, without saying, that the actor playing the Sherrif plays the Sherrif such that he is gay for Robin. The guy playing Robin cracked up even trying to not-say as much. The writers/creators of the show were hem-hem about it, and the costume lady giggled so hard I missed what she was saying. She did mention that she dressed the Sherrif such that, were he around today, you just knowhe'd be into the Class A drugs. Priceless. Notably missing, a comment from the actor playing the Sherrif, but I love it regardless. I've been telling feiran (probably obnoxiously often) since it started that he's simply the most faaaaaaaaabulous Sherrif ever. Maybe not the best, but definitely faaaaab.

Okay, first of all: BBC America is the Devil. I finally--somewhere around the start of the summer, sent in that customer survey card that came with my first season of Doctor Who. I actually do fill those out, and, since I am a whore for British television (AND HOW), I didn't mind putting down my e-mail to be appraised of latest releases from the greatest little nation that could. I got the BBC America catalogue a couple of weeks ago, and, in a fit of cleaning, only just looked at it the other day. And now I forsee my next big expenditures going that way.

Y'all already know that I own the TARDIS as my wardrobe (and sitting parlor, rec-room, trans-dimensional, spatio-temporal travelling device), but I could get yet another telephone box just for my DVDs! I mean, they're already threatening to overrun the living room as is, and this is so cute! Ouch at the $150 price tag though. Still, I wants it! SO CUTE!

Then of course there's this. I have a beyond sentimental attachment to these (at least the first two) movies. My mother's old boss was a great, friendly guy who gave me the tapes to Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea. I must have watched them until the tapes wore out, I loved the story so much. In fact, I loved the tapes so well, I don't think I ever read more than Anne of Green Gables in the books because I just didn't want to know of anything else. Apparently, though, there's a third movie, and I must figure out if I would actually benefit from seeing it or if I should leave it as is. I never really have, so I would probably leave it alone. And did you know that two former Kids in the Hall stars are in Anne of Avonlea? Bruce McCulloch and Dave Foley!

Last, but not least: Robin Hood is starting to own my brain a little.

( No spoilers, just general thoughts kept separate in case you don't want to be biased. )