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rubykatewritingJust finished watching the series premiere of Heroes. Loved it – even the creepy MirrorAli. If it’s possible, I like every one of the characters, but by far, my favorite is Hiro. His adorable voice and amazing exuberance just totally hooked me. The synopsis of the upcoming season looked extremely promising as well, as God knows, I love a good apocalyptic twist. LOVED. Favorite series premiere thus far.
Of course, when the "To be continued" came up on screen, Mom, who came in about halfway, said, "That is wrong on so many levels." Think she may be tuning in again too, which would be cool.
Another highlight of the evening is the margaritas, or rather, the Myaritas. These were taught to Mom and me by her co-worker, Mya, and we have, I think with very little humility, improved on the recipe. I am now on my second glass, and I’m talking twenty-something ounces here. As I’m sure everyone has heard by now, we do it big down here in Texas and that includes our alkyhall, too.
(Heh. Side note: it only takes one Myarita to get those Texan accents out and loud.)
I also just killed a mama spider. She'd just given birth or hatched or whatever her million babies, and they were crawling around in the doorway to the kitchen. As I walked by, the mama spider jumped at me, which I found incredibly rude since, you know, she decided to birth those babies in MY KITCHEN. And so I told her that she'd had her little Charlotte's Web moment and now it was time to take that final toilet flush into the sky. I dashed to the downstairs bathroom (thank you, God, I had the presence of mind to grab a package of toiler paper before coming back downstairs), grabbed a bunch of tissue and smacked her, then ran screaming toward the bathroom with her crammed into the wad of tissue paper.
All Mom provided, besides mocking me for my inability to just step on the damn thing, was laughter as she reclined on the sofa. I don't know what it is about stepping on them (I have my thick-ass soled shoes on, too), but I can't do it. CAN'T. I think it goes back to the time I stepped on a cockroach in my Justin's (those're boots, by the way) and I felt every little crunch of it's exoskeleton. *shudder*
Happy place, must find happy place.
Anyway, I managed to stomp out all the babies with a half-drunk, more than a little buzzed, dance. Between that and the melted limeade, I have finally accepted that it is, in fact, impossible for me to keep that fucking kitchen floor clean for longer than 24 hours. IMPOSSIBLE.
ARGH.
And finally, as I sign off to stumble my way towards the shower, everyone should buy John Mayer's new CD Continuum. Even if you didn't like his previous stuff, this disc just blows all of that away. It's bluesy and compulsively listenable. (I know of what I speak, as I listened to it on repeat all day Sunday.) His lyrics, the music, his guitar work (his talent there has never been in question), everything seems to have matured beyond even what I expected following Heavier Things.
Of course, when the "To be continued" came up on screen, Mom, who came in about halfway, said, "That is wrong on so many levels." Think she may be tuning in again too, which would be cool.
Another highlight of the evening is the margaritas, or rather, the Myaritas. These were taught to Mom and me by her co-worker, Mya, and we have, I think with very little humility, improved on the recipe. I am now on my second glass, and I’m talking twenty-something ounces here. As I’m sure everyone has heard by now, we do it big down here in Texas and that includes our alkyhall, too.
(Heh. Side note: it only takes one Myarita to get those Texan accents out and loud.)
I also just killed a mama spider. She'd just given birth or hatched or whatever her million babies, and they were crawling around in the doorway to the kitchen. As I walked by, the mama spider jumped at me, which I found incredibly rude since, you know, she decided to birth those babies in MY KITCHEN. And so I told her that she'd had her little Charlotte's Web moment and now it was time to take that final toilet flush into the sky. I dashed to the downstairs bathroom (thank you, God, I had the presence of mind to grab a package of toiler paper before coming back downstairs), grabbed a bunch of tissue and smacked her, then ran screaming toward the bathroom with her crammed into the wad of tissue paper.
All Mom provided, besides mocking me for my inability to just step on the damn thing, was laughter as she reclined on the sofa. I don't know what it is about stepping on them (I have my thick-ass soled shoes on, too), but I can't do it. CAN'T. I think it goes back to the time I stepped on a cockroach in my Justin's (those're boots, by the way) and I felt every little crunch of it's exoskeleton. *shudder*
Happy place, must find happy place.
Anyway, I managed to stomp out all the babies with a half-drunk, more than a little buzzed, dance. Between that and the melted limeade, I have finally accepted that it is, in fact, impossible for me to keep that fucking kitchen floor clean for longer than 24 hours. IMPOSSIBLE.
ARGH.
And finally, as I sign off to stumble my way towards the shower, everyone should buy John Mayer's new CD Continuum. Even if you didn't like his previous stuff, this disc just blows all of that away. It's bluesy and compulsively listenable. (I know of what I speak, as I listened to it on repeat all day Sunday.) His lyrics, the music, his guitar work (his talent there has never been in question), everything seems to have matured beyond even what I expected following Heavier Things.
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Date: 2006-09-26 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-26 04:33 am (UTC)Oh, yeah, that is definitely the question. I don't know. From that pilot, I've high hopes.
Guh. I feel so completely lacking. I guess I go for simplicity. ITA - it is the best pilot this season. I wasn't disappointed or underwhelmed, and I loved every one of the damn characters, even Milo's Pete. That was probably the biggest surprise of the evening. I LIKED Milo.
Yeah, that wasn't expected. At all.
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Date: 2006-09-26 07:07 am (UTC)That's the one constructive thing Lost has done - it's proven that subtitles will work in a TV show. Your average viewer will, you know, read them.
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Date: 2006-09-26 01:04 pm (UTC)I have to say I liked that. A male nurse. Shit, the last time I saw that on television was on Scrubs, and that was several years ago. Also, I have to say, he's changed up his delivery. I was getting so very tired of that mixture of earnest, angry and confused teenage boy. Perhaps it has something to do with finally playing an adult character?
Hiro - hee. I've liked him since the previews with his "I DID IT!!" Utterly adorable, and I was cheering him on the entire way. The only downside is I kept getting that stupid song from Fast and the Furious: Toyko Drift stuck in my head. And I'd actually start singing it out loud, too. "Toyko! Drift!" Grr.
The use of the subtitles was also very cool. Another excellent example of good subtitle usage: Night Watch.
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Date: 2006-09-26 07:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-26 01:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-26 06:20 pm (UTC)Heh. I didn't like him, but I didn't hate him either (although I wish he would cut his damn hair). I hated Jess on GG so much, it totally colored Milo for me, so I'm just amazed I didn't want to strangle his character.
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Date: 2006-09-26 06:48 pm (UTC)That goes without saying. I mean, doesn't he have naturally wavy hair? Why he's straightening it and shit? Yech.
Well, I didn't hate him on GG but I didn't wholly love him after return visit 3,256. It was his other stuff, where he did the same shit he did with Jess (i.e., Chris on American Dreams, UndercoverCopGuy from Boston Public, etc.) that killed any residual good will towards him.
Of course, this is after only one episode. See me in a few weeks, and that opinion may have changed.