Trying to Get Into My Good Graces?...Hmm

Okay, this is the last time I'm going to comment on my tiff with Jason Dohring. Sometimes, I think that he maybe takes my love for him (and by him, I mean Logan Echolls) for granted. It's as if we've gone through this four-year relationship and though he says he cares, and he does many things that bring joy to my life, he sometimes forgets all of the things I do for him. The time and the commitment it takes to have a steady TV boyfriend.

I watched the dreaded "Veronica is dead to me" video on a Thursday, and what should appear on Friday (which I have only now read, today)? But this article from Entertainment Weekly. It was like he knew he was in the doghouse, and had to somehow make it up to me.

So, yes, Jason, I will get back together with you. And yes, I will follow you to Moonlight, even though Friday's Doctor Who/BSG night. These are just some of the things I do for you. Some of the things I do to make our relationship work. 'Cause even though sometimes it's hard, ultimately it's worth it. You're worth it.

HoYay!

Ten Reasons Why You Should Walk Away From Your Computer and Just Read a Book

10. Trying to win an argument by saying, "everyone says so". Identity of everyone: the four music, two TV and three popculture blogs, you read on a daily basis.

9. Contemplate signing up for Twitter, even though you're pretty sure all you'd ever post was different variations of "typing on my computer" just to be a smartass.

8. Change your MySpace layout more than three times a week.

7. Have multiple conversations explaining the terms "snark" and "YMMV"

6. Argue comment with a perfect stranger on a blog/message board.

5. Spend four hours or more drawing graffitti on someone's Facebook wall.

4. Make Television Without Pity your homepage.

3. Watch episodes online even though you have a fully functioning TiVo/DVR already on it.

2. Look up a specific subject on YouTube (be it musician/actor/whatever) and find that if you sort by any of the provided criteria you'll have already watched videos from at least the first three pages.

1. Realize that you let an LJ/Photobucket video of Jason Dohring saying "Veronica is dead to me" ruin your entire weekend. So much so that you were ready to devote an entire blog post reaming this ACTOR and REAL LIFE PERSON for saying such a thing (even if he added a half-assed 'Just Kidding' at the end) along the lines of "she might be a television character but she's still alive and well in my heart" instead of a #1 spot on a Letterman-esque Top Ten.

So, see? Who needs books, right?

No, it isn't flying

When the series Heroes came out it seemed like everyone was asking that aged-old question, "If you had a superpower, what would it be?". Besides the power to possess other powers, which is a total cop-out power, Milo Ventimiglia, I would have to say it would be the short-lived Charlie's powers, who could understand information incredibly quickly. She reads something and it just gets stuck in her head forever. Learning Japanese in an afternoon? Easy. Making sure villanious brain-openers aren't behind you when you're opening that can of Heinz tomato paste? Not so much.

Thanks to the friendship of a certain comic book nerd, I took on the superhero name, Cypher.

This weekend I watched The Forbidden Kingdom, and I gotta say. If I hadn't already decided, I might've had to change it to include the power to asphyxiate a foe with the strength of my hair. And looking kick-ass while doing it. Maybe that should be my power.

C'mon, it's for the children

I love La Bell. It's not a secret. I frequently mention her name and her major hap's in different octaves of squee. Will I be seeing her new movie, Forgetting Sarah Marshall this Friday? Yup. Did I find the previews and sneak peeks hilarious and worth the cost of admission? Um...well. I watched Fifty Pills for Ms. Bell, so I think I can handle it if Marshall isn't...well, I reserve all judgements/critiques until actual viewing.

If anything, I'm a giver.

Oscar Night...Am I Losing Indie Street Cred if I Rooted for the Winners?

Generally, Oscars feel like junior high class elections. My friends ran and lost out to the Jake Ryans of our grade. Now, part of me understood why Jake Ryan would win. He's dreamy in his man-of-a-few-words kind of way. And there was always that possibility that he would track me down on my sixteenth birthday and give me that kiss I was desperately waiting for. But I'm a loyal girl. And loyalty usually outweighs Molly Ringwald comedies. So I would be disappointed when my friends wouldn't win.

But this year's Oscars was not the case. I wanted Daniel Day Lewis. I wanted Javier Bardem. I wanted Marion Cotillard. I wanted the Coen Brothers. And No Country For Old Men. And Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova. And Diablo Cody. Hell, I even wanted Atonement to win for Best Score. Sigh. This is a strange feeling. It's like rewriting time. Or something.

Here's a video that was back to business as usual. Taking pity, while also openly scorning the dilettante Ryan Seacrest and ever appropriate Gary Busey.

Note: I heart both Laura Linney and Jennifer Garner. Jennifer's paralyzed fear was both adorable and comical.

Clang, Clang, Clang Goes the...Oh, Wait.

I've never been one for mass transit. In theory, I think it's a great idea. But in practice...well. Motion sickness is an unfortunate companion that I can never seem to shirk, especially when cramped quarters and recycled air comes into the mix. But if the video below is any indication of times to be had, I guess I'll just have to pack my Pulsatilla vulgaris C30 and climb onboard. I hear they're going to be building a new railway that will go into Provo. I'm not sure why I would go to P-Town, but I guess I can start finding out. Who's with me?

So Tell Me Then, Cause I'm an Idiot. Where Are We From?

I know I haven't posted in awhile. And I know that the BBC1 airing of the Doctor Who Christmas episode "Voyage of the Damned" (as well as the actual Christmas holiday) has come and gone. But darn it, I just watched it on YouTube, and am suffering from a pretty nasty case of insomnia right now.

Thanks to my current state side location, my viewings of Doctor Who have pretty much been limited to repeats on BBC America and the SciFi Channel. But what I've seen I've liked. Just last week, SciFi aired "The Girl in the Fireplace" guest-starring Sophia Myles. I found it delightful to see her onscreen in a way that made me not openly cringe and wish to change the channel. It's not even that Sophia is bad on Moonlight, she's just not that good. Is it the faux-American accent, maybe? Seeing as how Moonlight consistently kicks the trash of most all the television shows I treasure (both past and present) ratings-wise, I will switch back to Doctor Who gushing.

I loved Sophia in that episode and I love David Tennant in pretty much all Doctor Who episodes. I realize things have changed considerably in recent episodes, but can I just put out there that my favorite part of "Voyage of the Damned" was the absence of Billie Piper? Yeah, people like her. Yeah, she may have won innumerable polls to bring her back. But every time I see her overly made up face, I am transported to the late 90's, visiting my grandparents in New Zealand, and seeing her as a brunette, teen pop sensation all over the telly, and the announcer yelling, "Billie!" She may have a lovely voice (I never got around to actually hearing it), but choruses of "Billie!" whenever I was in close proximity to a media outlet for the whole month I was there was enough to drive me a little batty. Or enough to loathe Billie for any and all present and future endeavors. Kylie Minogue was a pop sensation and I had no problems with her. Was it because everybody's doin' a brand new dance now? And I know you'll get to like it if you give it a chance now. Or was there something else besides a loco-motion?

Anyhoo, I'm excited for the new year, when BBC America will be airing Doctor Who: Series Three. I still haven't found my Veronica Mars, and before that, Everwood, replacement, but I'm managing. With the writer's strike, I pray that I'll have more to look forward to next month than the season premiere of One Tree Hill (Just to be clear that was sarcasm. I felt it pretty clear from my end, but translation through text can be tricky sometimes).

This video is a bit old, but it made me giggle (could just be from sleep depravation, but see for yourself). (I also apologize for any grammatical/usage/spelling mistakes) (As well as all the parentheses).