I like TV. I like most things on TV, just because they're on TV.
I like Science Fiction and Fantasy. I will read/watch almost anthing involving SF & F just because I'll always like it.
Almost everyone has "their shows." Shows they will not answer the phone during and shows that you always eat dinner in front of if the two coincide. Shows that you call up your best friend to tape if you're out of town. I've had quite a few of those. The X-Files, Gilmore Girls, Seaquest (back in the day) and I'm sure plenty more.
I've never really understood people who get obsessed with certain shows though. I mean, they're just TV, folks, and not usually that great of TV either. "Trekkies" are the classic example. Even with my love of sci fi, I didn't get it. Why would you want to dress up like these people, collect postage stamps with the characters faces on it, or fly across the country to attend a convention with other people who also obviously have too little of a life and too much money? They write academic papers about Star Trek, or Xena, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. People write fanfic, which seems silly to me because that's time I could spend writing my "real" fiction. And to me, it always seemed like people just decided they wanted to associate themselves with something for comfort, or to feel unique or accepted, or to have something to put on a knick-knack shelf in your house.
Until, that is, I found Battlestar Galactica.
I wake up in the morning and want to breathe and eat Battlestar Galactica (or BSG, as it's known) all day long. I've never actually thought about a TV show between episode before, but I can't get it out of my head. When we were watching Seasons 1 and 2, Joe and I would watch 2 or 3 episodes a night, staying up until 2 a.m. sometimes. I dream I'm on the Galactica. I lie awake in bed, seething over Admiral Cain's injustices. I make up for myself what happens between episodes, or with minor characters. I'm considering writing fanfic.
The second season was split up into two parts: Season 2 and season 2.5. Joe and I weren't caught up enough to watch 2.5 on TV, so we waited breathlessly for the September 19th release of the DVD. We've finished them all already.
And at the end of the final episode of 2.5, I actually jumped up and screamed "YES! STARBUCK IS BACK!" I knew she was gonna say that!!!
Which is nothing compared to the ending of the cliffhanger between season 2 and 2.5. I think I cried, or just curled into a ball, whimpering "nonononono." Someone had to die in that one. Maybe that's why this latest cliffhanger is easier to take. I can't even imagine what's going to happen or why the Cylons are back. Or maybe it's because I know I'll have my answer when Season 3 starts on Oct. 6th. Yeah baby! We're caught up!
I wonder if I can rig myself a Colonial Fleet uniform in time for Halloween?
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Being San Francisco-ish
This weekend there was a lot going on in San Fran. The love parade, moved here from Berlin, apparantly, was Saturday. We fully intended to go, but we just kept on finding other things to do first (it didn't help that we found Disc 2 of Season 2.5 of Battlestar Galactica at the video store) so we never made it.
Sunday was the Folsom Street Fair, San Francisco's S & M fair. Now THAT we made it to. We were couch shopping, originally, and we found some possibilities but decided we weren't ready to buy yet. We got on a bus where we saw 2 people dressed in leather with their butts completely showing. I wasn't shocked until the girl decided to sit down on a bus seat. Gross. For her and for the rest of us.
Anyways, then at least we knew where to get off. We followed the naked-butt people.
The fair is VERY San Francisco. They don't do this kind of stuff in New York, that's for sure. There was a transsexual man who was doing a dance to a Madonna medley (very well done, by the way), food stands, merchandise (ahem) stands, and of course, lots of leather and lots of nudity. We weren't the only non-dressed-up people there, at least. There are plenty of tourists with fanny packs and cameras as the $5 entrance fee is not too steep for the casual gawker.
It's long too. We had planned to go down one side, then back up the other, but by the time we reached the end, we were beat (no pun intended). Besides, we figured we wouldn't see anything we hadn't seen already (probaly not true, though).
I'm very glad we went. Our $5 went to an AIDS awareness charity, and it was the beginning of starting to understand these very non-New-York people.
Sunday was the Folsom Street Fair, San Francisco's S & M fair. Now THAT we made it to. We were couch shopping, originally, and we found some possibilities but decided we weren't ready to buy yet. We got on a bus where we saw 2 people dressed in leather with their butts completely showing. I wasn't shocked until the girl decided to sit down on a bus seat. Gross. For her and for the rest of us.
Anyways, then at least we knew where to get off. We followed the naked-butt people.
The fair is VERY San Francisco. They don't do this kind of stuff in New York, that's for sure. There was a transsexual man who was doing a dance to a Madonna medley (very well done, by the way), food stands, merchandise (ahem) stands, and of course, lots of leather and lots of nudity. We weren't the only non-dressed-up people there, at least. There are plenty of tourists with fanny packs and cameras as the $5 entrance fee is not too steep for the casual gawker.
It's long too. We had planned to go down one side, then back up the other, but by the time we reached the end, we were beat (no pun intended). Besides, we figured we wouldn't see anything we hadn't seen already (probaly not true, though).
I'm very glad we went. Our $5 went to an AIDS awareness charity, and it was the beginning of starting to understand these very non-New-York people.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Furniture-less
Yesterday Joe and I cleaned the apartment and reveled in how much we love it. Big (at least comparatively) kitchen; big, sunny living room with a gorgeous HDTV; big bedroom with a bed and closets, and more.
It was nice having Luke and Aliza here for a while, though. They made us sushi one night, then we all played Euchre together. Another night we watched Shrek just because it looked so good on the new TV. I miss those everyday "hanging out" times.
However, our revelry didn't last long. Because while they moved all their stuff out Saturday, we still had the furniture. Then today those jerks came and took their furniture back! How dare they! We have nothing to sit on, no table, and the TV is on the floor. I must go scour craigslist to find us SOMETHING.
We did, however, get a TV tray table for $1 at the flea market on Saturday. Also a clock painted by a homeless man, a picnic basket, and a groovy Victorian looking necklace for me. No real furniture though.
I applied for some really cool jobs today. However, sometimes I make tiny little mistakes. Like one job ad told me to include my "salary requirements." I forgot to put it in my email, because I'm a space case sometimes. If all my skills match the job, they might call me anyways. It seems like such a little thing, not a big deal, right? Then again, maybe they'll think, man, she can't even follow simple instructions. Why would we trust her with our online video department?
Get it together, girl!
It was nice having Luke and Aliza here for a while, though. They made us sushi one night, then we all played Euchre together. Another night we watched Shrek just because it looked so good on the new TV. I miss those everyday "hanging out" times.
However, our revelry didn't last long. Because while they moved all their stuff out Saturday, we still had the furniture. Then today those jerks came and took their furniture back! How dare they! We have nothing to sit on, no table, and the TV is on the floor. I must go scour craigslist to find us SOMETHING.
We did, however, get a TV tray table for $1 at the flea market on Saturday. Also a clock painted by a homeless man, a picnic basket, and a groovy Victorian looking necklace for me. No real furniture though.
I applied for some really cool jobs today. However, sometimes I make tiny little mistakes. Like one job ad told me to include my "salary requirements." I forgot to put it in my email, because I'm a space case sometimes. If all my skills match the job, they might call me anyways. It seems like such a little thing, not a big deal, right? Then again, maybe they'll think, man, she can't even follow simple instructions. Why would we trust her with our online video department?
Get it together, girl!
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Secret Bars
We went to a secret bar Sunday night. It is a plain brown door on a random corner in the worst part of town. You ring a doorbell and they let you in to drink some of the most amazing drinks you've ever tasted. My favorite involved gin, basil, apple juice and other things I cannot remember.
Also, we bought a bed. No more air mattress!
We had a nice day in Oakland on Saturday at their Art & Soul Festival. We saw Calexico, sampled local Oakland food, saw some cool lady drummers, ate a giant Italian sausage (jokes to yourself please!) and saw a welding and glassmaking demonstration that has nearly convinced me to take a jewelery/metalworking class from them in Oakland.
Job: Nada. The Stanford people are ignoring me. I am considering calling Multivision.
Writing: Some work on the new novel. My bro is so stoked about getting to read the finished version of the first novel that he is picking up a new ink cartridge for me on the way to work. Nice.
Having a table and a desk helps me focus more on writing (my back doesn't hurt after ten minutes of sitting on the floor). However having my bro and his roomie crash here for the past week takes a lot of that away. Still, it's kind of nice to have them around.
Also, we bought a bed. No more air mattress!
We had a nice day in Oakland on Saturday at their Art & Soul Festival. We saw Calexico, sampled local Oakland food, saw some cool lady drummers, ate a giant Italian sausage (jokes to yourself please!) and saw a welding and glassmaking demonstration that has nearly convinced me to take a jewelery/metalworking class from them in Oakland.
Job: Nada. The Stanford people are ignoring me. I am considering calling Multivision.
Writing: Some work on the new novel. My bro is so stoked about getting to read the finished version of the first novel that he is picking up a new ink cartridge for me on the way to work. Nice.
Having a table and a desk helps me focus more on writing (my back doesn't hurt after ten minutes of sitting on the floor). However having my bro and his roomie crash here for the past week takes a lot of that away. Still, it's kind of nice to have them around.
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