Last night was one of True Blood‘s best episodes in quite some time, and for some reason my Atlantic post is getting comments from DETRACTORS. One says she hopes I one day get a life (thanks, doll), the other is shocked — shocked! — that adults watch this show. First off, let me say I’d be far more shocked if children were watching it.
Secondly, shut up.
My latest True Blood recap is up, and I’m bitter at HBO for making me write it. Reader, I love the show! But the rapey murder perv-titillation scene at the end was just not cool.
Also, why does everything bad always happen to Tara? Not the rapey murderish scene, of course, but she spends half her time getting hypnotized by evil beings in various forms, and the other half getting her heart broken by serial murderer boyfriends or her alcoholic mother (they alternate). Give the poor girl a break!
Enjoy, my lovelies. I pity you for not watching this delightful show.
Turns out my boyfriend is right and I do watch vampire porn. But now it is for work!
Still wish he could’ve phrased it differently to his mother…
The good.
The yikes (especially this bit: “American officials have known about this vulnerability for years, but they didn’t think enemies would know how to take advantage of it… Now the United States is getting ready to spend as much as $4.5 billion to buy new-generation drones that have the same vulnerability.” We probably have TEENAGERS who can take advantage of it. Don’t you watch movies?!!)
The friggin finally.
Watching the Health Care debate. The main attraction: Rep. Sessions is yelling “I object” “I object” “I object” unremittingly, like a nerdy Tourrettes patient, while everyone tries to make their little statements.
Nothing comes to mind more than two kids in a backseat of a car playing the “I’m not touching you” patience-testing game. Except multiplied by a few hundred and played by adults on C-SPAN.
I’m frankly amazed that no one has been slapped yet.
Kinda crazy / ridiculous that they can’t get rid of this guy with a gun. I’m sure they will eventually.
I do confess to being mildly amused by the newscaster’s rather awkward phrasing “there are concerns about every president’s safety, but certainly this historic president, the 44th president of the united states” — because the number 44 is what makes his presidency historic, clearly. Erm.
I guess maybe they get in trouble from the NRA if they imply gun-toting nutjobs are often racist gun-toting nutjobs?
I didn’t think this needed to be explained, but apparently it is not a nationally accepted practice: Sometimes it is necessary to get drunk alone at home and watch the Disney Channel. There is no shame in this.
Sheesh.
trio of not
1.
So many lovely
maternity dresses hang
wasted in her house
2.
Dying word, ‘Eclogue’ –
poem where shepherds converse –
awaits new Dark Age.
3.
Once-proud unicorn,
On which reality show
shall I blame your fall?
I liked the wrong version better.
Explsion Email v2
Click on the image above so you can actually read the email — basically nothing explodes. Just a flash and a puff of smoke. BOOOOOOOOOOO. I HAD been going to watch their pilot as a reward for the lunchtime entertainment, but if this is all they’re giving me, I’ll stick to Bones and NCIS. And Veronica Mars, of course.
(To my sister, who will read the above and say I watch too much TV for a child raised by hippies: I play online scrabble all the while, to keep my IQ from dropping too much.)
