just a few (okay 10) things I need to discuss (Sunday randomness - a continuing series)
Because it's Sunday and I always do randomness on Sundays.
Oh and I haven't done a list in a while so WOOHOO!
1. DUDE. I read this book today. I mean I devoured this book. This book is like some incredibly delicious new cookie recipe that I baked and ate all in one sitting. This book is everything. AND THERE'S A CLIFFHANGER so now I'm sitting on my bed with my laptop sending some sort of karmic vibe the author's way so she'll write faster.
(I really am. She doesn't know me so I'm sure when she's hit by the writing bug at 3am she's going to be pissed at me, but I'll take the heat because I must have Book 2 like now)
2. The book is "Stardust" by Mimi Strong.
Here's a link to my Goodreads review: Stardust by Mimi Strong
3. I'm kinda freaking out right now because I think she's my new favorite author and she has tons of titles available and I have no idea how I'm going to fit all this reading in with the rest of my planned reading. I mean my Kindle bookshelf is about to burst at its seams. Don't even ask me about my real, physical bookshelf that has about 100 unread books sitting on it.
4. "The Killing" you guys. "The Killing". If you're not watching season three, I feel sorry for you. You are missing one of the most absorbing season-long serial killer mystery arcs ever. Do you know how good this season is? Lodge Kerrigan ("Keane" you guys) has directed like two episodes (maybe three - I have to look it up) but, seriously, Jonathan Demme directed episode nine. JONATHAN DEMME. I almost spit out my coffee this morning. I hit rewind because I thought I mis-read it. No joke. And, of course, episode nine was unfuckingbelievable. The writing, the acting, the shocking reveals, THE NICHOLAS LEA moment of truth, and, again, the acting. All the acting. Not only have they cast the best and greatest of all Canadian talent this season, they've given them all stupendous arcs that are jaw dropping.
Like, okay, so you're sitting there for nine episodes enjoying Hugh Dillon (as one does) and thinking you have his character and his whole story totally figured out and then this episode...this episode destroys all your pre-conceived notions. Or you totally think you get what Nicholas Lea's character is doing and then this episode... this episode he takes you someplace so unexpected that you think you imagined the whole thing. And Ryan Robbins? Holy God. He has this moment where he's describing his perversion and it's so affecting that I even began rationalizing his actions until I slapped myself silly.
I actually don't know if Ryan Robbins is Canadian or not, but he works a lot up in Vancouver so let's go with it for this sake of this blog post.
5. There was a moment in episode nine of "The Killing" where Holder and Linden sat in silence. Silence. You rarely see two characters in silence. Goddamn, it was good. Also, I'm not even able to talk about Elias Koteas and Peter Sarsgaard and Bex Taylor-Klaus right now because I'll just explode with emotion. I don't really care if you're waiting for Netflix to binge watch. You should be watching "The Killing" right the fuck now.
6. I have fallen asleep three times today, and I am still exhausted. I blame my mother and her freaking party-hostessing ways. And I did have to dress up like a saloon hall girl or "Mexican Whore#1" (my mom's words, not mine) or as one of the guests kept referring to me, Miss Kitty (from "Gunsmoke"). I'll share photos and party deets at another time. Right now, I'm still shell-shocked.
7. Here's a sad fact: "Magic City" Season 2 is so improved, so freaking vicious, and so mega-fucked up (in all the best ways) that, of course, there's only like fourteen of us watching it. All fourteen of us are the lucky ones though. You guys are missing out on what has been one grand and helluva ride. I did read recently that Starz will probably not renew it which I guessed because they never renew that which I love, but here's the deal...
I'm never starting another series on Starz. I keep getting burned by the series I do choose to watch on Starz so that's it. I'm done. Finito.
Until that pirate thing ("Black Sails") starts up next year and then I'll reconsider because a.) pirates and b.) Toby Stephens.
8. I still miss my hair. I miss my hair so much. I really hated not having long hair and having to be in a costume that practically demands an updo.
9. And why is my goddamned hair taking so long to grow out. WHY, GOD, WHY? *raising my arms up to the sky in a dramatic fervor*
10. Finally, I've come to a realization and here's some advice to all you potential suitors (all one of you and you know who you are). If you want to have sex with me, just show up at my front door with a bottle of Philosophy Shower Gel, Shampoo & Bubble Bath (It's all one bottle but it's pricey-well, pricey to me but I'm kinda thrifty). It can be any flavor as long as you think it will smell good on me. Just show up clutching a bottle of this, and I will be yours naked for as long as you want me. HELL, I'll jump you in the doorway. I will do things you've only read about. I will do things only I've read about in the vast quantities of erotica that I have downloaded to my Kindle. I will have no shame at all for a bottle of this stuff.
And then afterwards, I will put you in the shower and lather you up (way up) and sponge you off and probably jump you again if it smells really good. It's like a win-win for you.
I'm sure this means that I am cheap slut, however, I will not be a foul-smelling slut.
And I'm done. I need more sleep.
And I ran out of my bottle of Philosophy Shower Gel, Shampoo & Bubble Bath today.
Oh and I haven't done a list in a while so WOOHOO!
1. DUDE. I read this book today. I mean I devoured this book. This book is like some incredibly delicious new cookie recipe that I baked and ate all in one sitting. This book is everything. AND THERE'S A CLIFFHANGER so now I'm sitting on my bed with my laptop sending some sort of karmic vibe the author's way so she'll write faster.
(I really am. She doesn't know me so I'm sure when she's hit by the writing bug at 3am she's going to be pissed at me, but I'll take the heat because I must have Book 2 like now)
2. The book is "Stardust" by Mimi Strong.
Here's a link to my Goodreads review: Stardust by Mimi Strong
3. I'm kinda freaking out right now because I think she's my new favorite author and she has tons of titles available and I have no idea how I'm going to fit all this reading in with the rest of my planned reading. I mean my Kindle bookshelf is about to burst at its seams. Don't even ask me about my real, physical bookshelf that has about 100 unread books sitting on it.
4. "The Killing" you guys. "The Killing". If you're not watching season three, I feel sorry for you. You are missing one of the most absorbing season-long serial killer mystery arcs ever. Do you know how good this season is? Lodge Kerrigan ("Keane" you guys) has directed like two episodes (maybe three - I have to look it up) but, seriously, Jonathan Demme directed episode nine. JONATHAN DEMME. I almost spit out my coffee this morning. I hit rewind because I thought I mis-read it. No joke. And, of course, episode nine was unfuckingbelievable. The writing, the acting, the shocking reveals, THE NICHOLAS LEA moment of truth, and, again, the acting. All the acting. Not only have they cast the best and greatest of all Canadian talent this season, they've given them all stupendous arcs that are jaw dropping.
Like, okay, so you're sitting there for nine episodes enjoying Hugh Dillon (as one does) and thinking you have his character and his whole story totally figured out and then this episode...this episode destroys all your pre-conceived notions. Or you totally think you get what Nicholas Lea's character is doing and then this episode... this episode he takes you someplace so unexpected that you think you imagined the whole thing. And Ryan Robbins? Holy God. He has this moment where he's describing his perversion and it's so affecting that I even began rationalizing his actions until I slapped myself silly.
I actually don't know if Ryan Robbins is Canadian or not, but he works a lot up in Vancouver so let's go with it for this sake of this blog post.
5. There was a moment in episode nine of "The Killing" where Holder and Linden sat in silence. Silence. You rarely see two characters in silence. Goddamn, it was good. Also, I'm not even able to talk about Elias Koteas and Peter Sarsgaard and Bex Taylor-Klaus right now because I'll just explode with emotion. I don't really care if you're waiting for Netflix to binge watch. You should be watching "The Killing" right the fuck now.
6. I have fallen asleep three times today, and I am still exhausted. I blame my mother and her freaking party-hostessing ways. And I did have to dress up like a saloon hall girl or "Mexican Whore#1" (my mom's words, not mine) or as one of the guests kept referring to me, Miss Kitty (from "Gunsmoke"). I'll share photos and party deets at another time. Right now, I'm still shell-shocked.
7. Here's a sad fact: "Magic City" Season 2 is so improved, so freaking vicious, and so mega-fucked up (in all the best ways) that, of course, there's only like fourteen of us watching it. All fourteen of us are the lucky ones though. You guys are missing out on what has been one grand and helluva ride. I did read recently that Starz will probably not renew it which I guessed because they never renew that which I love, but here's the deal...
I'm never starting another series on Starz. I keep getting burned by the series I do choose to watch on Starz so that's it. I'm done. Finito.
Until that pirate thing ("Black Sails") starts up next year and then I'll reconsider because a.) pirates and b.) Toby Stephens.
8. I still miss my hair. I miss my hair so much. I really hated not having long hair and having to be in a costume that practically demands an updo.
9. And why is my goddamned hair taking so long to grow out. WHY, GOD, WHY? *raising my arms up to the sky in a dramatic fervor*
10. Finally, I've come to a realization and here's some advice to all you potential suitors (all one of you and you know who you are). If you want to have sex with me, just show up at my front door with a bottle of Philosophy Shower Gel, Shampoo & Bubble Bath (It's all one bottle but it's pricey-well, pricey to me but I'm kinda thrifty). It can be any flavor as long as you think it will smell good on me. Just show up clutching a bottle of this, and I will be yours naked for as long as you want me. HELL, I'll jump you in the doorway. I will do things you've only read about. I will do things only I've read about in the vast quantities of erotica that I have downloaded to my Kindle. I will have no shame at all for a bottle of this stuff.
And then afterwards, I will put you in the shower and lather you up (way up) and sponge you off and probably jump you again if it smells really good. It's like a win-win for you.
I'm sure this means that I am cheap slut, however, I will not be a foul-smelling slut.
And I'm done. I need more sleep.
And I ran out of my bottle of Philosophy Shower Gel, Shampoo & Bubble Bath today.
