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Spring in Ptown = the 9th circle of hell. Or is it the 7th? I never can keep them straight. Gray skies and rain and migraines, oh my. Somebody get me on a Greyhound outta here. Maybe down the Hudson River line. Maybe down the road to Hana. But I’ll even take Cincinnati, if the sun is shining there.
I’ve been promised sunshine this week and if I don’t get it somebody’s gonna pay. Most likely my husband who has the misfortune of being married to a sufferer of the lack of sun related DT’s.
In lieu of the ‘shine, I turn the volume to eleven and shake it like a Polaroid picture.
If you haven’t watched the last episode of The Walking Dead get thee the fuck out of here now because SPOILERS. Also, because GO WATCH IT.
My husband thinks I’m a freak because I want to talk about the show while I’m watching it, watch The Talking Dead immediately after, think about the episode and talk about the episode every time I get the chance. This is the fundamental difference between the two of us and what makes me a geek and him not.
How is it that we’re already to the season finale? I cannot abide these cable station seasons. I had a hard enough time with the way things used to be, suffering through entire summers aching to know who fell off what cliff. But living through that feeling three or four times a year is emotionally flaying my tender nerves. The only way to endure is to obsess and to share that obsession with others. As luck would have it I got to geek out via text with my sister from another mister which alleviated some of the geek pressure. Thank the sweet lady internet we always have access to someone who is as big of a freak as we are.
This is me watching TWD:
They’re not really going to give Michonne to the Governor, right?
What a rough epi. I should have known from Rick getting all deep on Merle and Merle answering back after serious consideration that things were headed in a decidedly unhappy direction. But I wasn’t sure about anything except that Merle was going to redeem himself one way or another. It was pretty badass that he went out in spectacularly Merle fashion – a few belts of whiskey in him, acting completely on impulse and brave as fuck in a completely cavalier way.
I’m more than sorry to see Merle go. I think the dynamic between the Dixon brothers was multi-layered and interesting and could have provided years of fodder. But way to kick some Governor-loving ass, dude. And you would have taken the big man out too if not for that weasly little fucker, Ben. At least you got him. In the face. Respect.
That end scene when Daryl locked his smoldering gaze upon the alien zombie eyes of Zombie Merle was killer. From the way Zombie Merle contemplated him, for a second I almost felt confirmation of Milton’s belief that the human spark remains somewhere amid the ruin of the zombie mind. But, no. The feeling of loss was palpable, that end to possibility and the snapping of that final tie to what once was. You could feel Daryl stabbing the fuck out of the whole damn apocalyptic mess as he did Zombie Merle in. All that rage at how things might have been and never would be. Heart. Broken.
The greatest thing about this episode was the ending of the Ricktatorship. It’s about fucking time that these people stop listening to Rick. As a leader boyfriend be crazy, has the WORST instincts and has no follow through. Carl shot his damn mom. Nut up, Rick. But maybe now that it’s a communist commune, he can return to the Rick of old. Slightly sanctimonious, never straying from what’s right, stand up kind of guy. Old reliable.
Is anyone else watching this episode and wondering how the fuck Andrea is doing all chained up to that chair in the Governor’s torture dungeon? I mean she’s annoying as they come, the Kate from Lost of the show, but I don’t want her to suffer. How is she getting out of this one? Has to be Milton, right? Poor girl has to sit there until next week.
And after next week, this poor girl has to sit there until next season. Praise be to the sweet lady internet for streaming Netflix.
10. WIGS - Christine – WIGS is a YouTube channel that offers scripted programming with women leads. There are quite a few ongoing series as well as some short films. They feature some kickass actors – Maury Tierney, Jena Malone, Rosanna Arquette. Christine hooked me. It stars America Ferrera who’s, duh, awesome. It follows her experiences speed dating and is really well done and often thought provoking.
Check it out. It’s commercial free, quality entertainment that doesn’t require a big time commitment.
9. Save the Supers – This show is ridiculously silly. It’s also subversive and awesome. And written by Guildie Sandeep Parikh (swoon). It’s about a group of off brand superheroes struggling to make a living in this down economy. Expect brightly colored spandex, riffs on cheesy stereotypes and comedy gold, baby.
8. The Nerdist - Nerdist Channel is home to a bevy of super rad nerd bait such as Awkward Family Photos, Ain’t it Cool, Talking Dead BONUS! and my favorite, The Nerdist which is a nerdgasmic talk show featuring other nerds, things nerds love and nerd related issues and or products and entertainment. Chris Hardwick is like, the cutest skinny nerd ever in his suit and with his awesome powers of sarcastic humor, geeking out over nerd stuff and being smart and well spoken and shit. You can watch entire episodes of The Nerdist on the BBC America channel, but you can get all kinds of silly goodness right there on your YouTuber any hour of the day or night.
7. Fresh Hell - Brent Spiner plays a version of himself in a world where he done someone wrong on an apocalyptic (to his career) level. We never find out what exactly he did to raise the ire of the entire nation, but it must have been bad because he is almost universally loathed. He pairs up with a wannabe porn star to revamp his image and revive his career.
It’s weird and it’s funny and it had potential to grow into something even more of those things. The second season was far better scripted and produced than the first so I have great hopes for the next one. I love me some Star Trek and I love me some Data so having Spiner back on the scene is pretty cool for this geek girl.
6. Words With Girls – These lesbians be funny. I have rainbow Harted Hannah for quite some time and am feeling the same sparkly love for the creator of this silly little show, Brittani Nichols. It’s another show about nothing and everything. They talk about everything from hair to racism, slap a big, ole comedy bow on it and call it good. And it is. I hope another season is ordered.
5. California On – This crazy dude interviews Californians on rando topics in a not so veiled attempt to capitalize on the 15 minutes of fame impulse and see some ( . )( . ). It’s NSFW, but neither is this fucking blog. It’s also pretty freaking amusing.
4. Tabletop – So three of my top four are from Geek & Sundry which is an entire channel filled to the brim with indie geek related wonder. The channel was created by the brilliant and luminous elven goddess of the geeks, Felicia Day. Pretty any much found on this channel is solid gold and that fly lady can do no wrong in my eyes(she was on Buffy, Supernatural, Dr. Horrible, Eureka and The Guild for sweet lady internet’s sake).
Tabletop is hosted by the equally fly Wil Wheaton of King of the Internet fame. He plays tabletop games with his geeky celeb friends. Sound hella boring? It somehow is really not, even to non-gamers like me. WW is funny and relatable and so are his guest. It’s interesting to see the games played and brings the focus off of the screen and onto the camaraderie and good, old-fashioned fun. It’s a bit like Wild Kingdom, as you get to observe nerds in their natural habitat relating to others of their kind.
3. The Flog – Another show on Geek & Sundry, this one belongs to the winsome Ms. Day. It’s a video blog where she recommends geekish things or does something random, sometimes with other celebrities. She’s cuter than a bug’s ass and a charming little bundle of ADHD. J’aime.
2. My Drunk Kitchen – If you haven’t seen Hannah Hart’s drunk cooking, I don’t know who you are. HH is HIGHlarious and totally whimsical. She reminds me of Ellen and not because she’s a lesbian. Ok, ok, not ONLY because of that. She shares the same zany humor that stays away from making fun of anyone. Other than herself. Obvi. Subscribe now, you will not regret it.
1. The Guild – I cannot truly explain my deep and abiding adoration for every one of the Knights of Good. Somehow I didn’t know about this show until seasons 1-4 were available on Netflix. Obviously I watched them all in an evening. Which is not as difficult to accomplish with webisodes as they are typically less than 10 minutes per. I fell hard for this show, as did the rest of the geek/nerd population of the internet (read: the internet).
It’s a scripted show about a group of online gamers that surrender their actual existences over to the game. They meet by happenstance and form an awkward, socially inept group IRL as well as in the game. It depicts the diversity found in gamers today and shows that not every gamer spends his life sucking down Mountain Dew in his mama’s basement while exceeding the bandwidth of his pirated internet host through 23 hours a day of WOW. It’s also wacky and wicked funny. Watch this shit. Subscribe. Give Felicia Day all your dolla bills. Who run the world? That girl. Or she’s gonna, anyway.
That’s my list. I got ten minute chunks of time to burn, what you got?
I was driving home from my last science class EVER a few months back (can a get a hallefucklujah and an amen, brother) behind a car with the license plate FAWKES. This made me all happy in the pants and various other appendage encasing garments. I was all like, rock on with your bad self, nerd. I wished my license plate read CODEX so he would know that I was down and that we were kindred.
And then I realized that I was a geek stranded in a world full of norms.
But never have I felt like such a lonely little camper as I have this past week. A week full of celebratory geek gatherings for which I had no partner in crime. Er, crime fighting. Portland hosted their first big comic con (chill out supernerds, I know there have been others, but none such as this) and let me just rattle off a few of the guests. Norman Reedus and Michael Rooker. And by that I mean DARYL and MERLE from THE WALKING DEAD. Which happens to be my FAVORITE SHOW and FAVORITE CHARACTER. Ok, I’ll stop shouting, but that generates some heat up in hurr. But wait, there’s more. Stan Lee, Bruce Campbell, BRENT SPINER and James Marsters (SPIKE. Swoon.).
But a girl can’t go to a comic con on her own, y’all. At least not this girl. What with the anxiety and the depression and the general sense of self -loathing, I would have spent the entire day hyperventilating in the bathroom and hating myself for lacking the nuts to gush and gawk with my fellow fanpeeps. And 35 dolla bills is a lot of money for a self-flagellating bathroom hang. I mean, I already have four bathrooms and a flat lining self-esteem. And don’t have to pay for parking. Win.
So I didn’t go and it’s sort of cool because there has been a whole lot of hubbub about the pretty cheesedick move of the interloping newb, Wizard World, scheduling their con the week prior to the established Emerald City con in Seattle. I think there are more than enough geeks in the Pacific Northwest to handle two conventions, but within a week of each other? I know I’m not driving 3 1/2 hours to hang with another gang of sweaty nerds in cosplay.
But, oh wait, what’s that you say? Scully, Castiel, Wil Wheaton, Felicia motherfucking Day, SIR PATRICK STEWART? Omg, omg, omg. How much can I get for a gently used, unusually grumpy, red-headed pre-schooler? Because I AM THERE.
Except. No fellow nerd with whom to geek out about all the loves of my life.
To top it off, last night the King of the Internets, Wil Wheaton, was at the Alberta Rose communing with the local nerds alongside Paul and Storm and the Doubleclicks. Alas, they performed for one less lonely little nerd. I took to the interwebbers to salve my fractured spirit. And maybe yours as well. Live long and prosper, y’all.
Top Ten Tuesday has a new hostess with the mostess, Angie from Many Little Blessings. Link ‘em if you got ‘em and check out the other fanfreakingtastic lists while you’re at it. Let’s get started.
The Oscars were the other night and, while I typically find them to be a giant snore fest, I do have interest in who takes home the golden god. I managed to see about 10 minutes of it, which was more than enough especially considering that 10 minutes included the hard-working constant and over-looked Ben Affleck and the hawtest dress of the night.
I agreed with some of the choices and thought others were slights or abominations. Out of the nine films duking it out for best picture this year, I saw only two. They were both good, solid movies but neither would top any of my lists. Here are the films that did in 2012.
The Avengers - This movie was a long time in the making. They had to roll out the individual characters movies before this could work and they had to take four big name heroes with big time personalities and make them mesh together in an organic and seamless way. And they pulled it off. In spades. The Avengers wins the comic book movie showdown of 2012 in my book for making it fly in such a badass and satisfying way. 2015 cannot get here soon enough.
The Dark Knight Rises - There is no way a comic book nerd like me is not gonna have this movie on their list. Although I will always prefer Batman Begins because it was the first movie that I felt really showed how superheroes and villains fit into the real world, I found all three movies in the trilogy to be phenomenal and I will miss seeing old Bats through Nolan’s eyes in the movies to come.
The Amazing Spiderman - I am an old school weirdo that has difficulty with change, like every other fat boy comic guy out there. So clearly I was concerned about yet another reboot of a well loved character. Especially because I thoroughly enjoyed Sam Raimi’s version. Well, the first two movies anyway. I was surprised by how much I liked this movie, despite the few niggling character discrepancies that only comic geeks like me like to snivel about.
The thing that makes Spidey great is his relatability, his humanity and his cheeky nature. He’s got the whole great responsibilty/great power thing going on, but that doesn’t bog him down as it does with someone like Superman or even Batman because the seriousness and the could-be-treacly goodness is tempered with the steady stream of one-liners and an almost joie de vivre during combat. This new Spiderman has an edge, a darkness born of loss. It’s something that has been missing in the past. His comments in this movie have a little more sarcastic bite, a little more weight to the tone, a defiance of sorts. And it works. Because underneath it all, he’s still good old Peter Parker who will take it on the chin for any one of us and come back for more. And there is always more to be found.
Hunger Games - I am not a bandwagon jumper when it comes to books. I typically stay away from series that burn like wildfire across the internet for fear of suffering through poorly written tripe such as Twilight. But when I read my sister was on board, I decided to give The Hunger Games a read. And I was hooked. The characters were compelling(more so in the books, as it usually the case), the story raced at a thrillingly rapid pace and each chapter, and book, left you teetering on some edge and desperate to get the 411.
The movie was not quite as captivating as the book in large part because much of Katniss’ personality comes through her internal dialogue in the book which isn’t easily translated to film. Despite that, and the typical discordance of the images of the mind of the reader and those of the film maker, I enjoyed it and look forward to Catching Fire.
Madagascar 3 - This movie demonstrates what it feels like to be on the best acid trip in the history of ever. Brightly colored, frantic and frenetic, unexpected and remarkable acts happening without rhyme or reason and all to a staccato techno beat. Plus…
Chronicle - This was a cool little movie that, in my opinion, didn’t get enough burn. Clearing I’m partial to the superhero dealio, to anything really with a supernatural bent. This movie used the found footage trick to great advantage, again showing us how a regular person could be transformed into something highly irregular. It also showed how what we are and what we’ve been through makes a difference on what we take from wins and losses. I’m hoping for a sequel.
Cabin in the Woods - Remember when horror movies were scary rather than sex and gore fests? My husband still wants to watch these movies, despite every one deemed after viewing as lame, stupid and definitely not scary. This crazy little film fits perfectly into what I look for in a movie – funny, scary, makes you think. It also doesn’t hurt that it was written by Joss Whedon, the Geek King. The scary is always better with the funny and that man does it better than anyone.
Looper - I found this movie, despite the distracting makeover on Joseph Gordon-Levitt, to be wholly engaging and thought provoking. I enjoyed the slip to the morality inside this world and this character. Obviously the science fiction aspect is attractive to a person like me, but I think it was also of interest to those with preferences outside the genre. The creativity and willingness to set art on its head that Gordon-Levitt possesses in all the projects he participates in was evident in this film. Emily Blunt surprised me with a role outside her typical fare. The two things that pulled me out of it were the changes to Gordon-Levitt’s face and the kid having been on One Tree Hill. As much as I love OTH, and I really, really do, that character doesn’t have any right to share a screen with the kind of talent showcased in this film. Those things aside, I highly recommend this to anyone(other than my mother) who likes a side of rumination with their thrillers.
Safety Not Guaranteed - A movie rife with indie comedians, awkward and grumpy Aubrey Plaza who rules Parks and Rec with her zany hubby, Jake M. Johnson who does the same on New Girl and Mark Duplass who is pretty much ubiquitous in indie film and television these days. Throw in an offbeat character or two, lo-fi sci-fi and time travel and I am sold. This film could have easily gone for the cheap and easy laughs at the expense of the eccentric, but instead it honored the wonderfulness of human connection and celebrated the imagination. Hello, win column.
Ruby Sparks - Paul Dano is the awkward poster boy for Independent Spirit and his glowy little sprite girlfriend Zoe Kazan makes them the perfect indie couple. Kazan wrote and stars in the movie, which should feel odd or pretentious as she’s cast herself as Dano’s ideal woman. But instead it comes across as authentic and engaging. It’s smart, gently funny and wants to make you think. It manages to do so without beating you over the head with message or an excess of depth. It’s the ultimate in indie romcom.
Moonrise Kingdom - This is my movie of the year. There was not one misstep in this film. Perfect from beginning to end. Yes, I am partial to Wes Anderson films, Rushmore is still in my top ten. And yes, I am partial to the whimsy. And the quirk. But neither, although present throughout, overwhelm the sweetness and wonder of young love. The cinematography is lush and redolent of simpler days gone by and the glorification of individuality and intellect. Even my horror/ridiculous comedy loving husband loved it and, independent of my selection, claimed it as his favorite movie of 2012. If that doesn’t sell you, nothing will.
Today’s Dance Interlude is brought to you courtesy of Dawnie‘s Trifecta entry. Holding it down, keeping it real ’92 stylo. Because I couldn’t narrow down the awesome and because I’m one half of the Game of Thirds, you get three for the price of one. Get up and get down, y’all.
“This weekend we are venturing into uncharted territories once again. This Trifextra isn’t so much a writing challenge; it’s more of a reading challenge. We want you to scour through your favorite pieces of literature and give us the best 33 words you can find. “
…so he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, “Oh, please don’t go–we’ll eat you up–we love you so!” And Max said, “No!”
Robin, at Farewell Stranger, is awesome for many reasons. One of those reasons is her awesome idea of memorializing the years with pictures. I memorialized 2011 here. You can link up here through January 4th. Peace out, 2012. You kinda sucked a big fat one. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.
The super kid turned three. It’s kinda a big deal. I hosted a bash for tiny superheroes complete with identifying capes and sparkly black masks. Somehow I made it to 500 posts. A feat that will not be replicated in a similar timeline due to the whole crushing-and-debilitating-depression-sucking-my-soul-and-will-to-lift-my-ass-off-the-couch thang. We tiptoed, mourned the loss of my Tree Hill family, played with actual real, live snow. I started medical billing and coding school. It was not an experience acquainted with awesome. Oh, and I became an editor at Trifecta, a weekly writing challenge. It was kind of a slow month.
August was busy as fuck. I drank some badass strawberry basil lemonade with some Bandies right before meeting the Bloggess live and in person. Both she and her majestic boobs are as awesome as they seem.
I turned *cough, cough* some year. Okay, forty-three. Which made me remember all those creepers who hung out with me when I was twenty saying they didn’t FEEL forty. But you ARE, Blanche. I AM. And I’m actually petty cool with it. Except for the old lady vision issue. I’m expecting my super powered vision to kick in any day now.
Then the world got colder and meaner and more desolate. The world responded, as it often does in times of epic tragedy, by hearts everywhere growing three sizes. Kindness is in the world, you just have to keep your eyes open and watch for it.
Over at Band Back Together we’re feeling like we want to junk punch the next person who asks us if we have a case of the Mondays. So instead of doing the time in the resulting anger management program, we decided to take Monday back. So we’re linking up our Dose of Happy posts and bringing the awesome back to Mondays.
Sunday night was an empty void without a new Walking Dead epi. What can I say? I like zombies. I liked them before they were blowing up the screen, both big and small, and I will like them when I’m senile and decrepit in my rocking chair (read: next Tuesday) (C U then). I also like Daryl Dixon. Because I have a male oriented vagina. I also, also like flash mobs that combine fads and include zombies.
So I have to find my happy place without TWD. Thanks be to the sweet lady internet for YouTube and the zombie craze. This may have been more relevant a few weeks ago, but my terrible timing may have given some enough time to recover the vitriol associated with every single election ever and bring the focus back around to where it should be – the zombie apocalypse, aka the new American Dream.