Saturday night
Jan. 10th, 2009 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bironicI've been swinging between highs and lows this week as winter session sputtered to life and I've made myself go back to work so my thesis doesn't kick my you-know-what in the next couple of months (which it will anyway). I haven't wanted to post during the lows—er, except Monday, when the misery wanted company—and I've been doing work during the highs, which made for rather a dull week in this LJ. But in the last day I've given in to the weekend, and:
- Saw the SGA series finale,
- Watched 11/12ths of True Blood,
- Trekked out in the cold to the Boston Celtic Music Festival closing concert,
- Had some delicious frozen yogurt (not the familiar kind that's almost like ice cream, but a semisweet kind that tastes like a container of vanilla yogurt has been frozen), and
- May have been chatted up by a mathematician on the bus ride home, which honestly never happens to me, so I'm not sure. The being chatted up, I mean, not the fact that it was a mathematician. He gave me his email address at the end, in any case.
Also, the leading edge of the promised snowstorm has arrived, and tomorrow morning there will be pancakes.
The music at the concert was foot-tappin' good, and the dancing energizing. They organized it as a tour of Celtic regions, including Scottish Highlands, Irish, Cape Breton and Appalachian solo and group performances. A troupe of students from my dance teacher's advanced class performed their own choreographed number that stole the first act. Inspiring stuff.
True Blood continues terrible, but it's addicting nonetheless, and good to watch all in one go. It's not episodic but instead like watching a very long movie. A movie that is basically the vampire/Mary Sue story I wrote when I was 13, only the characters who're telepathic and unable-to-be-telepathied are reversed. And there's more South. And serial killing. I've never read or seen Twilight, but I suspect True Blood is Twilight for a slightly older set. Parts of the score are nice, though, with a cello and guitar. And there's this one senior vampire, Eric, of the tall blond and Nordic sort—who's the only attractive one on the show other than a temporary character and Anna Paquin, who's been ruined by blonde hair and an on-again off-again Southern accent and a space between her front teeth, no offense to blondes or Southerners or people with spaces between their front teeth—and so when I'm done I might go off in search of Eric/Sookie or Sookie/Bill with Eric watching or Eric/Bill with Sookie watching. Mm, vampire noncon. Or riffs on Sookie and Bill's first time.
Since the show has left me thinking with a Lousiana lilt: How're y'all?
- Saw the SGA series finale,
- Watched 11/12ths of True Blood,
- Trekked out in the cold to the Boston Celtic Music Festival closing concert,
- Had some delicious frozen yogurt (not the familiar kind that's almost like ice cream, but a semisweet kind that tastes like a container of vanilla yogurt has been frozen), and
- May have been chatted up by a mathematician on the bus ride home, which honestly never happens to me, so I'm not sure. The being chatted up, I mean, not the fact that it was a mathematician. He gave me his email address at the end, in any case.
Also, the leading edge of the promised snowstorm has arrived, and tomorrow morning there will be pancakes.
The music at the concert was foot-tappin' good, and the dancing energizing. They organized it as a tour of Celtic regions, including Scottish Highlands, Irish, Cape Breton and Appalachian solo and group performances. A troupe of students from my dance teacher's advanced class performed their own choreographed number that stole the first act. Inspiring stuff.
True Blood continues terrible, but it's addicting nonetheless, and good to watch all in one go. It's not episodic but instead like watching a very long movie. A movie that is basically the vampire/Mary Sue story I wrote when I was 13, only the characters who're telepathic and unable-to-be-telepathied are reversed. And there's more South. And serial killing. I've never read or seen Twilight, but I suspect True Blood is Twilight for a slightly older set. Parts of the score are nice, though, with a cello and guitar. And there's this one senior vampire, Eric, of the tall blond and Nordic sort—who's the only attractive one on the show other than a temporary character and Anna Paquin, who's been ruined by blonde hair and an on-again off-again Southern accent and a space between her front teeth, no offense to blondes or Southerners or people with spaces between their front teeth—and so when I'm done I might go off in search of Eric/Sookie or Sookie/Bill with Eric watching or Eric/Bill with Sookie watching. Mm, vampire noncon. Or riffs on Sookie and Bill's first time.
Since the show has left me thinking with a Lousiana lilt: How're y'all?
