I thought the cold that Toys and I picked up from the niece was going shake off without much trouble, but no - it got worse. I succumbed back into I-feel-crap shortly after my last post; Thursday was his really bad day after that, and yesterday was mine. Today is the day for general muscle weakness and coughing up neon goo, which I hope is a good sign. Winter colds suck, ho ho ho. Happy Holidays. *hack*
"Other guys have girls on their jock," Toys remarks dryly, as we watch Chronicles of Riddick in a bleary-eyed state. "Riddick has mercs on his neck."
Yep, it's super-cheesy bombastic sci-fi film fest day on TNT (We Know Drama!, aka theme marathons that start early in the morning with Batman Returns and proceed into Demolition Man are great buildup for a World Premiere of Van Helsing, a movie that was saved from utter dreckitude IMHO only by an over-the-top Dracula). Go figure, I really ended up enjoying Riddick - at least, for free on TV. Some films really do seem better suited to the small screen, don't they - when I saw Underworld on the big screen I thought it was asinine, but on television, it has a kind of loveable charm. Is it the simple fact of all that blue lighting and leather, transposed into my living room? Maybe. Riddick is blessed with some really impressive production design, complete with axe-swinging dude who also played Caesar on Xena, Gwen the Lightning Lass from Angel, and the bald villain from Storm of the Century (about the only memorable thing about that mini-series - give me what I want, and I'll go away). Vin Diesel has a presence attack like whoa, and Judy Dench as some kind Bene Gesserit-esque ghost? Saturday matinee fun. Although, hm, I also dug the hell out of XXX, and that I saw on TV too. Maybe I was right the first time about the transposition to living room principle. Or maybe it's a Vin Diesel thing, who knows.
Making note of this because dude, it's just TOO COOL: Roman tomb found at St. Martin-in-the-Fields, London. (Thanks to
petzipellepingo for the original pointer.)
awmp remembers Buffy, with icons. You must go see. It brings back so much.
Wonderful Xander fic Reference Desk by
nwhepcat. Slice of life from Season 3, a little twisted, and things turn out different. Read it for Giles, read it for Faith. Then weep.
earth_vexer has produced a set of Spike icons so good I don't know which ones to upload next. (As per usual.)
The best breakfast ever on winter mornings wtih a cold is hot oatmeal, fresh made. With just a little milk poured over, and apple slices. And brown sugar. Mmmmm.
"Other guys have girls on their jock," Toys remarks dryly, as we watch Chronicles of Riddick in a bleary-eyed state. "Riddick has mercs on his neck."
Yep, it's super-cheesy bombastic sci-fi film fest day on TNT (We Know Drama!, aka theme marathons that start early in the morning with Batman Returns and proceed into Demolition Man are great buildup for a World Premiere of Van Helsing, a movie that was saved from utter dreckitude IMHO only by an over-the-top Dracula). Go figure, I really ended up enjoying Riddick - at least, for free on TV. Some films really do seem better suited to the small screen, don't they - when I saw Underworld on the big screen I thought it was asinine, but on television, it has a kind of loveable charm. Is it the simple fact of all that blue lighting and leather, transposed into my living room? Maybe. Riddick is blessed with some really impressive production design, complete with axe-swinging dude who also played Caesar on Xena, Gwen the Lightning Lass from Angel, and the bald villain from Storm of the Century (about the only memorable thing about that mini-series - give me what I want, and I'll go away). Vin Diesel has a presence attack like whoa, and Judy Dench as some kind Bene Gesserit-esque ghost? Saturday matinee fun. Although, hm, I also dug the hell out of XXX, and that I saw on TV too. Maybe I was right the first time about the transposition to living room principle. Or maybe it's a Vin Diesel thing, who knows.
Making note of this because dude, it's just TOO COOL: Roman tomb found at St. Martin-in-the-Fields, London. (Thanks to
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The best breakfast ever on winter mornings wtih a cold is hot oatmeal, fresh made. With just a little milk poured over, and apple slices. And brown sugar. Mmmmm.