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Allison and my regular Sunday night companion have convinced me to watch Deadwood, and I'm glad, for it is awesome. I've only seen a few episodes, but I've been shamelessly poring over Allison's fantastic recaps and looking up information about it online and trying to educate myself on all of its complications and cast of thousands. It just kind of makes me sit there slack-jawed while I try to take it all in and figure out who's who and what's what. I'm about to finish season four of Felicity, and it's strange. I watched the show for four years, and then I watched each season on DVD as it's come out, and now it's about to be over. Here are a few impressions without giving anything away because of my sister who will probably not have time to finish the show before she finishes law school: Keri Russell got very thin towards the end, I like her better with curly hair, her acting on this show is never short of brilliant, and she is probably the most beautiful person who has ever lived; Scott Speedman remained hot like fire throughout, and it is a shame that his most notable role since was in Underworld, which, for all of its suckiness, was still about one billion times better than that other vampire movie, Van Helsing; Scott Foley was also always very good, and I wish he were working more, too, and it's very strange to now watch his scenes with Jennifer Garner and remember that they were married with they were filmed and now she's with freaking Affleck; the latter half of season four was ridiculous at times but very, very funny, and it was refreshing after the first half, which could have nearly driven a person to suicide. In short, I will always love this show, because even at its weakest, the actors always seemed really invested in pulling off whatever was written for them, never phoning it in, and they are all just so appealing and likeable that I always cared a lot about the characters. I'm very excited that Veronica Mars was renewed for a second season, even though my Tuesday nights are a bit of a stressor. That's my main TV night between that and The Amazing Race, which I still love even though I was sad to see the brothers go. Kelly is unpleasant and needs to stop wearing those unsupportive tank tops. I continue to be impressed by Rob and Amber and am still not one of their many haters, but I'd like to see Uchenna and Joyce win. I was so bored by this week's episode, however, that while Veronica Mars was being recorded by TiVo, I flipped to House. Which is REALLY good! I've read great things about the actor who plays Dr. House, and they are all apparently true. He is just stunning to behold. I can't really distinguish between his staff members, but I was happy to see Robert Sean Leonard (who has the same birthday as I do, p.s.) because he might be some random doctor on House (and of course he does a fine job as such), but he will forever be Neil Perry in my heart. But back to the actor who plays Dr. House, Hugh Laurie. He's the reason that I think this show might possibly be not only good but great. My little brother, who is obsessed on a somewhat alarming level with all details relative to the new Superman and Batman movies, told me that he was supposed to play Perry White (Daily Planet editor), but he couldn't because House was picked up. He blew me away and was infinitely more interesting to watch than the racers matching names on a list to business men in India while bringing them hot cups of teazzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Reading I decided it was time to read The Bean Trees again, which I have to do at least once a year. As usual, I love it. It's so weird to see what I underlined the first time I read it all those years ago. The pencil lines have faded, but I still remember reading it for the first time, what stood out for me, and writing a paper on it for class. I used to worship Taylor so much, how she got out of dodge and made this whole amazing life for herself with Maddie and Lou Ann and Esteban and Esperanza and everyone else. This book makes me laugh, makes me think, and breaks my heart, and I always want Kingsolver's other books to do that, too, but they never have, at least not like this one does. It also makes me want to go to the desert. Hearing This morning on the way to work, I listened to Sunday in the Park with George. Bernadette Peters (who, by the way, has the same birthday that both Sean Patrick Leonard and I do!) kills me on this recording. She can convey so much in a song. I love how she defiantly sings about how everybody loves Louis and all the reasons why but it's so obvious that she can't help but love George. I've also been listening a lot to a Sam Phillips CD, A Boot and a Shoe. As I told the person who introduced me to her, it was the perfect accompaniment for when I was reading Anne Lamott's new book. It was like Sam Phillips sings lines that could have been lifted straight from the text. It was hard not to get a little addicted to this CD. I e-mailed Grace to see if she knows Sam Phillips, and of course she does. She's already written about her. Incidentally, the song she references is my favorite on the CD. Doing Working. Wishing to a degree that it is actually painful to me that I were enjoying this beautiful weather more instead of sitting in the office all day. Drinking smoothies and daiquiris. Making homemade banana pancakes. Trying to make progress on spring cleaning, not actually cleaning but cleaning out, closets and cabinets and all of those places that are crammed with things I neither use nor need. Reading Four Quartets and my great-great-grandmother's obituary. Looking forward to two weekends of Jazz Fest. Looking forward to every weekend.
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