it's been awhile...
I just really can't seem to think of anything to say to the blog or about the blog or to the blog.
It's not that I have nothing to say because, dammit, I always have something to say. It's just that it feels like it's easier to not say these days.
Anyway, here's some things that I have thought recently.
- I wonder if anyone has ever written Jacques Pepin-Julia Child fan fiction?
- Not sure who made the decision (I'm leaning toward TPTB) to turn "Touch" into "24: Jack Bauer Has an Austistic Son", but whoever is responsible sucks. You ruined a perfect treatise on the human condition. You ruined magical performances from well-known character actors as well Keifer Sutherland and David Mazouz (they're still doing good work but the material is awful). You turned something joyous into a violence-filled hour of conspiracy-minded nonsense. I'll always have that one spectacular season so I cannot be too bitter, but still... you suck for destroying beauty.
- I'm not against violence-filled nonsense in the slightest, but its place within the "Touch" universe should have been slight and not predominant.
- Novellas always end too abruptly for me. I always want more. Is that the point in writing one?
- My perfect meal must include a tomato in some form.
- Also marshmallows
- And chocolate
- I'm craving Caprese and s'mores... can you tell?
- While looking up V.C. Andrews on Tumblr this afternoon, I found a Wes Craven script for "Flowers in the Attic". I have no idea if this is legitimate or not, but the very thought of a Wes Craven FITA script made me break into a small giddy dance.
- As I learned on Tumblr, the cool kids refer to it as FITA. My mother always refers to it as 'that really strange book you made me read where the brother and the sister fall in love'.
- Yes, I made my mother read FITA. It seemed vitally important that she share it with me when I was fourteen.
- I should stop drinking coffee after 4pm, but, if I did, who would watch "Green Acres" at 2am? I am performing a public service here.
- And finally... the new David Bowie album is better than an orgasm.
It's not that I have nothing to say because, dammit, I always have something to say. It's just that it feels like it's easier to not say these days.
Anyway, here's some things that I have thought recently.
- I wonder if anyone has ever written Jacques Pepin-Julia Child fan fiction?
- Not sure who made the decision (I'm leaning toward TPTB) to turn "Touch" into "24: Jack Bauer Has an Austistic Son", but whoever is responsible sucks. You ruined a perfect treatise on the human condition. You ruined magical performances from well-known character actors as well Keifer Sutherland and David Mazouz (they're still doing good work but the material is awful). You turned something joyous into a violence-filled hour of conspiracy-minded nonsense. I'll always have that one spectacular season so I cannot be too bitter, but still... you suck for destroying beauty.
- I'm not against violence-filled nonsense in the slightest, but its place within the "Touch" universe should have been slight and not predominant.
- Novellas always end too abruptly for me. I always want more. Is that the point in writing one?
- My perfect meal must include a tomato in some form.
- Also marshmallows
- And chocolate
- I'm craving Caprese and s'mores... can you tell?
- While looking up V.C. Andrews on Tumblr this afternoon, I found a Wes Craven script for "Flowers in the Attic". I have no idea if this is legitimate or not, but the very thought of a Wes Craven FITA script made me break into a small giddy dance.
- As I learned on Tumblr, the cool kids refer to it as FITA. My mother always refers to it as 'that really strange book you made me read where the brother and the sister fall in love'.
- Yes, I made my mother read FITA. It seemed vitally important that she share it with me when I was fourteen.
- I should stop drinking coffee after 4pm, but, if I did, who would watch "Green Acres" at 2am? I am performing a public service here.
- And finally... the new David Bowie album is better than an orgasm.
