( SPOILERS for Torchwood: Children of Earth episode 5 after I gorge myself on mint chocolate ice cream: )




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Below the cut are my initial initial thoughts on the episode followed by a few less hysterical observations. I've since had a bit of time to digest, read some other people's reactions, and I have a few more thoughts. But I wanted to preserve what I first typed.

( And so, SPOILERS AFOOT for Torchwood: Children of Earth episode 4 as soon as I perfect my sexy packin' heat strut. )





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TENSE music is tense!

( SPOILERS AHEAD for Torchwood: Children of Earth episode 3 just as soon as I get a cup of Ianto's coffee--because it is THAT essential: )




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Just a few brain dribbles before I go to bed.

( SPOILERS ARE COMING! For Torchwood: Children of Earth episode 2: )




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A couple thought on the new Sci Fi--I'm sorry, Syfy, because then maybe they'll fool people who aren't nerds into watching their network--series Warehouse 13:

CCH Punder is made of awesome. She can deliver lines like "How'd you get in here?" "Through the door." with such stone-cold bad-assery that it makes anything sound good.

Why is it that of the intrepid artifact-finding duo, it's always the girl who is the humourless pusbag? In this case, it's lady Secret Service Agent Mika. Partnered with just-quirky-enough Pete. I kind of had higher expectations since I saw this was co-created by Jane Espenson. Here's hoping this situation improves in future episodes.

More Saul Rubinek!

The steampunkiness of the secret warehouse office is pretty awesome, as are the gadgets they use to retrieve the weekly Maguffins. The pilot featured what was billed as a Tesla-designed stun gun and 2-way video communicators that looked like they dated back to the '40s. All glass and brass and wood and awesome looking.

Overall, I enjoyed the pilot enough for me to want to give it a chance. I like the interplay between the three main characters. My only concern is that they might get too dependent on the artifact/Maguffin-of-the-week formula at the expense of continuing story arcs, but I think with Jane Espenson involved there will be enough interesting character developments and snappy dialogue to keep my attention for awhile yet.




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( SPOILERS AHOY!! for Torchwood: Children of Earth episode 1 )




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So there I was at C3 on Saturday, wearing my Frakkin' Toaster shirt and Greg asks why I'm single when there are plenty of equally nerdy fish in the sea. The inner love-lorn 13-year-old in me wanted to blurt out "Because you already have a girlfriend!"

Sigh.

I feel socially inept at an epic level.

I'm going to die alone (since my hatred of cats precludes me from CCL status).





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"Oh, this is awful. This is nasty. I've got to brush my teeth after this."
--Toby, Dante's Cove (In The Beginning)

Oh Toby, you have no idea how meta that really is.

I'm in a serious funk at the moment. No job + no immediate prospects that don't involve food service + shitty economy + dwindling savings = me on my couch on Friday afternoon feeling a pity party for 1 coming on.

( Read on for my thoughts about the hot mess that is Dante's Cove just as soon as I get some lukewarm beer from the haunted cellar. )




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I will be posting my ramblings/reactions to the final episodes of BSG sometime this week--but in sum, I loved almost every second. I just haven't been able to formulate my thoughts into coherent enough sentences, not even for this thing.

The following is me waxing poetic about my personal computer history.

I've always been a desktop computer user. I grew up on ye olde beige CPU towers of yore, battling my brother for precious after-school computer time (mostly playing Sim City and then later logging on to AOL/CompuServ--eesh). My first very own computer was a blueberry iMac--all glossy polycarbonate clear and blue plastic, taking up over half of my desk real estate. I loved that computer fiercely for over seven years(!) thanks to my dad's computer know-how and upgrade-happy tendencies. Then I got a new iMac for a graduation/birthday present after college, and it was instant love. A huge 20" screen, DVD/CD burner, bazillions of ports, and it didn't take 20+ minutes to sync my iPod anymore! I was in love all over again. At that point I still didn't see why I would ever want to have a laptop as my main computing/entertainment device. Such small hard drives! Smaller screens! Less horsepower!

Then I got my iPod touch in Sept. 2007, and things started to change. Now, it's not like I hated laptops or anything; I just didn't see the point in making that my main means of computing. My dad was always leaving his work laptop at the kitchen table, and more than once I made use of it checking email, browsing, and whathaveyou. But my iPod gave me a sweet, sweet taste of what it's like to be able to get a hit of that internet anywhere there is an available wi-fi connection. Suddenly, checking email became exponentially more fun when done from the comfort of my own bed. Now when my mom and I had a pop culture factoid dispute, I could whip out my iPod and know in seconds who was right (usually me, heh).

But as much as I loved and continue to love my iPod, I can't help but realize that even though Apple claims you get the "whole internet in your pocket" with the iPod touch, you really don't. No flash video support means No Hulu watching in bed for me. And as nice as it is to be able to read poorly written fan fic right before I drift off to sleep, sometimes no matter how much I zoom in, it's still a bit hard to read. And scrolling down every two seconds gets to be a right pain in the ass after awhile.

This week my dad gave me a refurbished iBook G4 that he found at my mom's work just as something to noddle around with and use as a secondary computer--finally, the full, real live internet in my bedroom! And I have to say, that it is awesome. Even though the computer runs a bit slow when I'm browsing on Firefox and watching a video at the same time on VLC, I'm willing to forgive because this thing is, like, 5 years old and not in pristine condition. Still, pretty frakkin' cool. All of this to say that I've decided that my next computer purchase will be a Mac laptop of some kind (duh, would I get any other kind?)--whatever the latest permutation of the Macbook is depending on my computing needs/requirements. Now, it feels like overkill to have all that computing horsepower when the bulk of my time is spent browsing the web, listening to music, watching video, and sometime doing some photo/video editing. I will miss the gigantic screen because it is kind of like having a second TV in my living room--only this one has internet access. But I'm now willing to sacrifice a few inches of LCD real estate to be able to reduce some of the computer clutter/detritus and sit and type wherever the hell I want. It just makes sense.





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...I saw Watchmen today, all by myself. Literally. I was the only person in a 300+ seat theatre. ( My spoilerific thoughts about it as soon as I guess Adrian Veidt's computer password. )





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( This post contains spoliers for the most recent episodes of BSG and Lost, so click at your own risk! )




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Nothing makes me feel as frustrated, pissy, rageful (as in full of rage--it's a word now, damn it!), old, or mentally deficient as filing my tax returns. Especially the R.I.T.A. part; if you have to that where you live, you know what I mean. I hate that they makes you pay based on what your estimated income is for the next year or some such bs like that. HATE. The rest of it isn't so much evil as it is loooooong.




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This may be of interest only to me, but I figured I'd share it here because extra publicity never hurts. My cousin--well, cousin-in-law or first cousin by marriage or whateverthefuck--Kelly and her friend Kristina are starting their own humor blog: Two Girls, One Site. Their first real post will be an Oscars liveblog tomorrow. I know, I know, who needs yet another Oscars liveblog, but I can personally vouch for Kelly's comedy cred. And if her friend is anything like her, I'm sure she is awesome too. They don't have any full posts up yet, but if you want a taste of their styles then read their bios--good stuff.

Yay Kelly! You are going to be internet famous one day, and I can say I knew you when. Before you were just crazy, now you are crazy and publishing it for all the English-speaking word to see. I think I'm getting a little verklempt. Tear.



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Previously on BSG: Downloading makes Ellen tens times more awesome than she ever was.

( SpoilerSpoilerSpoilers! )




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Previously on BSG: no more possibility of Geata and Hoshi saving the world with math. Woe.

( Beware: you might get a brain hemorrhage from all the spoilers! )



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Previously on BSG: Aaaaargh! There be mutiny!

"Blood on the Scales"

(This ep. was written by Michael Angeli, so there's a 50/50 chance it could psychoanalyze itself into suckitude, but I have hope since the previews looked nice and action-y.)

( Warning: Spoilers and dropping anvils ahead! )




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Previously on BSG: Some people in the Feel Bad Gang were starting to get mutiny fever, and Zarek might finally get to be prom queen!

"The Oath"

( Follow the bouncing Zarek for spoilers. )

Ans also: Happy Birthday icequeen3101!!!!!



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Previously on BSG: The Feel Bad Gang got depressed because Earth was an irradiated shitball. O yeah, and Ellen is totally the Fifth. Like, duh!

"The Disquiet That Follow My Soul"

( Spoiler be under this cut! )

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Today didn't begin as a bad day. You only wake up in a sweat once--thanks thermostat situated in the living room which is always the coldest room in the apartment!--and you stuff and seal over 100 manila envelopes for info requests for the park without a single paper cut. It's the little things.

Little things.

The little things that can piss you off too. Like trying to alarm one of the buildings at closing time only to get repeated error messages that the side door is ajar when it clearly is not. Not!

And discovering an accident on the highway as soon as you merge on. So you decide to get off right quick and take surface streets to the next on-ramp past the accident only to get caught in traffic because the light cycle is seriously 15 seconds. Seriously. 15 m-fing seconds.

So you finally get back on the highway and everything's copacetic until, like, three people in a row cut you off right before your exit. And then when you finally get home (20 minutes later than usual), you almost run over one of those GD stray cats the neighbor insists on feeding every day.

Le sigh.

...

...

...

...much better now.





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