In Defense of Angel
I know, I know, I'm getting worse and worse at updating, but ya know what? Don't care. This ain't a thousand-circulation paper, and GAWD knows that this is more of my musings set to screen that no one cares about.
But I defer. I did want to write a bunch of random bon mots that I've heard and said lately....but no, I'd rather sleep than compile research. I was REALLY tempted to write about the abuse stories from Iraq, being ex-military myself, but then....too spicy for this early in the morning. Maybe later. HOWEVER, since it is Thursday morning, I feel the need to pontificate about a subject very near and dear to my heart...
The cancellation of Angel.
With last night's confusing-till-the-very-end episode out of the way, one of my favorite series is only on more Wednesday away from the final curtain. Next week, our favorite hottie with a soul is calling it a century with only five years under it's belt. I am devastated. What will I do while I wait for the DVD?
Simple. I finish the long-anticipated (for some of not by all) Candra Chronicles. At least there, there is no forseeable ending in sight. However, for those of you keeping track (hi shippers!), a THIRD cycle has begun. But I digress with the bragging.
The WB is making a mistake. It's going to lose a lot of viewers, all rabid fans of Angel and Co., and without a decent show to make up for it I see a forthcoming backlash. That may just be me, of course. However, I will ramain faithful to that which is Angel and continue my boycott of the WB once it's over.
Alas, Angel, we never got to see you totally naked. It's time for David Boreanaz to do an R-rated flick so that my fantasies can be more vivid. But don't tell my husband that.

Word of the Day, and Kill Bill Rocks
Pimperish: adjective; pimped out, supa fly, bling-blinged. Also: Pimpricious. As in: "Oh my god check out my car it is SO pimperish ain't it?"
Moving on.
So I went and saw Kill Bill Volume 2 back on the weekend it came out, and I must say, although it is VERY different from the first Kill Bill, it is still Tarantino. Serious Tarantino. If you're looking for the blood and caca-guts of the first movie, however, you will be disappointed. Just a friendly warning. NEXT!

The Britster Strikes Again
Fucking saints preseve me from watching MTV ever again. From now on, I stick to 'Surviving Nugent' on VH1. Jeesus.
So I have nothing to watch, and I figure 'll just post every few minutes with random thoughts until my computer poops out on me, and the New Britney video comes on. Oh, wah, her life is SO hard that she has to put out such a controversial video to distract the public from her ridiculously outlandish and tasteless behavior. WHAT ever. No, seriously, have you ever seen it? She's bleeding, and then she's drowning or something, and there's this whole thing with a baby....
I don't fucking get it. I just know that I am SICK and TIRED of music videos turning into nothing more than ads for Jacob the Jeweler and 1-800-FUCK-ME-HARD numbers. Really. Whatever happened to music for the sake of music? Videos for pure entertainment instead of shameless self-promotion?
Okay, I'll try that again. I understand that videos are nothing more then shameless self-promotion, that's why they're made. But COME ON NOW...
I miss the MTV of the eighties. Now THAT was entertaining.

Never Again With the Fake Sushi!
You know, that stuff that they sell at the grocery store, all fully cooked crab meat and shit. Well, if you haven't seen it, trust me you're not missing out on much. Anyway, we bought some for a quick dinner, and two days later we ate the leftovers. Now, keep in mind that this stuff is FULLY COOKED, and ALWAYS REFRIGERATED.
Nonetheless, about fifteen minutes after I ingested it, the sushi made a comeback. With a vengeance. Like, serious turbo-yakking. I was promptly shoved into bed by the hub-unit (who got a much-needed night off that night, natch), and forced to swallow pepto bismol and water, thereby negating the soothing (if chalky) pepto bismolly experience.
And my fucking computer has a virus. It may be time to revamp. Yay. Computers are the debbil. The DEBBIL, I tell you.
Hi Sabrina.

How NOT To Act At The Vetrinarian's
Actually, that's a stupid title, but I couldn't think of anything else. I was up at 6 this morning, trying to pull on a sweatshirt so I could get the kitten to the vet by 7 which is, by my own groggy estimation, WAY too fuckin' early. I won't even get into the weight of the bill, and I can't WAIT for my husband to get home so I can yell at him. I guess it's just part of my job description to get the ersatz children to the doctor's on time. I actually had to borrow a car just to get Hobbes there this morning. GUH.
Last night the hub-unit's favorite guy got cut from Mad Mad House, and he wasn't home to see it. Heheh. I love that show.
Currently spinning in the CD Player: 'This Love', Maroon 5.
How HOT is the lead singer? And his voice: very hep. I must buy the whole cd. MUST. So should you.

How Lazy Am I?
Oooh, have I not written in a while! My bad, for those of you out there that read me (if you exist).
We got anew ca-ar, a new ca-ar, woop woop! Finally gone is that hideous red truck that guzzled gas and took twenty minutes to park, FINALLY. We are now the proud owners of a 2004 Dodge Neon SXT. It's gray, and it smells nice, and I just tricked the interior out in purple Scooby-Doo. The purple will be gone by this next payday, but it was fun while it lasted, the whole week.
Bruce is on twelve hour night check now, so I am really bored and almost suffering brain-leakage from consistent five hour blocks of Law and Order. I need to start cleaning the house more or something.
MOVIE TO WATCH: Hellboy. Just trust me and go see it at least once. There are some laugh out loud scenes and dialogue, in a good way, and the villian is deservedly creepy. If you're a fan of the comic book you'll be pleasantly satisfied.

"You ARE Fired, you Minute-hoarding Clock-Watcher!"
Hehehe, that commercial gets me every time. In moments, I see that insult added to our lexicon. The husband uses it at work constantly.
Actually, I had an assload that I wanted to write about today, but the weather is gorgeous outside, prompting me to set aside the keyboard and step outside to soak up the last three days of spring we've had here on the island and play a few thousand rounds of Pokemon Collosseum. God, how addictive is THAT game?
The hub-unit changes to the night shift next week, so early heads up: updating now occurs at night after monday...YAY! I get to stay in the house alone at night. Yick.

--The (finally glad it's spring) Queen

Have You Ever...?
...Woken up one morning and just NOT wanted to do something, no matter how ridiculous or unfounded that want may be? You know, just woke up and said "I don't want to be in this house anymore", regardless of the fact that you love that house and could stay there forever? Or, say for some people out there "I don't want to be in the military", when in fact you love that particular job and wouldn't want to be leaving anytime soon? I know this sounds weird, and my point's probably not making its way across, but this morning I woke up and I didn't want to be married anymore.
For the record: I love my husband and would NEVER leave him. But this morning I rolled out of bed and thought how nice it would be to be single again, just for a moment.
It could be this reason: I just don't feel married anymore. Six months ago after we said the I Dos and started our lives together, everything was kind of a new experience, and still different. Now it's the same thing every day, with lots of predictability as to what the next day will bring.
Not that predictability is a bad thing, as a borderline agoraphobic and compulsive something-or-other, change is BAD. I LIKE knowing what I have to do in the mornings, and what I have to get done during the day, every day. But this morning, for about three seconds, the thought of living hand-to-mouth, not knowing where I would be living in a month or if I had the money to eat, appealed to me.
BUT NOT FOR LONG, KIDDIES!
I am SO over that thought. Bruce spoils me to the point of (over-) contentment, and I am delirious with marital bliss. But for one second this morning...
Blech.

--The (mentally deficient) Queen

Mad Mad Wha-?
Just spent the last two hours scoping scifi.com for the poop on Mad Mad House. If you haven't seen it, omigod you need to. It's refreshing to watch an elimination-based reality show with freaks and geeks. Trust me.
The most interesting thing I've noticed, however, is that after clever editing and all, we know more about the contestants (we'll call them the geeks) than the freaks (the Alts, bless 'em) do. I mean, watching the night-vision conversations and the confessinals, it seems that most of the geeks are completely and totally different from the persona that they put out for the Alts. Now, I understand that this is part of the game, but COME ON...
Case in point: Kelly. A 25 year-old campaign whore for the republicans, she was OBVIOUSLY the front-runner for elimination on the FIRST DAY.
(I realize, of course, that for those of you that haven't seen the show have not fucking clue one about what I'm talking about. Check out the scifi.com site and check it out. But back to Kelly)
This bitch (in the strictest biblical sense, of course) was ALL face and no ass, if you get me. What she put out in front of her was all that was there, with nothing to back it up (get me now?). Over-emotional, over-dramatic, I was irritated on the first episode. Thank god she got axed on the second show, but I would have LOVED to see her freak ass out during the voodoo challege when they dumped the animal entrails and the fish on her. Pity. And I did quite enjoy her after-eviction rant about how they were all judging her (ALL of them) and that they had no right to because they were all freaks of nature and freaks and freaks and FREAKS. She really showed her ass on that one. I did, before writing this rant, of course do some backup research and such. I checked out the transcript of her chat after she was ousted, and a few things became painfully clear:
1. She lied on the show about her true feelings on the show, and she lied during the chat.
2. She had more than 'a little crush' on Don the Vampire, most unhealthily so.
3. She admitted to wanting attention, and that was oh-so agonizingly obvious that she wanted more.
4. This bitch has persecution issues. Not that I'm saying a lot of people don't, but why bring them to the forefront on national tv?
TO KELLY:
So, they made fun of you in school. BIG FUCKING DEAL. I was CONSTANTLY made fun of in school, and instead of it resurfacing everytime I'm in a crowd, I realize that without the ridicule of my peers I would not be the person I am today, and regardless of my moments of insecurity, I would not change who I am for all the magic in Hogwart's. No kicking, no screaming, no trying to get attention. You were on TV, for fuck's sake, wasn't that enough?
Oh yeah, and get over Don already. He may have been a wonderful person but that doesn't mean he was at all interested in you and there was no need to get super-crushed on him. He's just a nice person.
Sorry guys, had to rant, I just hate chicks that pretend to the crown when what they really want is the throne.

--The (so really done with the rant) Queen

Back to Blogging...
I just went and tried to do the LiveJournal thing. Not good. I don't get this whole online community thing, and nor do I ever think I will, especially with such a limited understanding of how the internet works. Well, okay, I take that last part bakc. I understand how the internet works, I even understand how the internet works for ME, and I get the chat rooms, but community? Nope. I guess I'll be sticking with this miserable blog thing until I finish reading HTML for dummies.
And DON'T try to find my ridiculous attempt at livejournal. Maybe I'll just start paying for my tripod, so i can get the little emoticons or something.
Currently spinning on the DVD:
Gothika, Halle Berry.
Fucking SHOOT me. Good buildup, fairly decent plot twists, but WHAT a letdown on the ending. I swear, I think the director just needed somewhere to put that dungheap of a Limp Bizkit song. And I know, earlier on, MUCH earlier on, MUCH MUCH earlier on, I may have written a gush about how well Fred Durst could sing and how hot he was. Look, people, I am fucking FICKLE, and after hearing that fucking song about a gajillion times I am DONE with 'Behind Blue Eyes'. The original is better. And besides, its placement in Gothika is crap CRAP. Trust me, I was better off renting it, but then who am I to quibble when I have a copy of Frank mcClusky, C.I. on my movie shelf?

--The Queen