September 20th, 2010

anderson writer

Weekend highlights-including one total cock-up

Sunday was supposed to be Hair Day! I called Sebastian on Friday and we made our usual date for me to meet him at the Lake Merit BART station...and I was absolutely sure he said 1:30PM. I put it in my brand-spanking new cell phone and everything.

I got to the station a bit late on Sunday, and waited. And waited. And waited. When I decided to try and call Sebastian, I find out that my brand-spanking new cell phone was on "low battery" and unlike my old piece of shit cell phone, which could say "low battery" and still have some juice left, when my brand-spanking new cell phone says "low battery," it means NO BATTERY. And of course I no longer carry a phone book because all my numbers are in my cell phone, so there was no way to even get Sebastian's number to call him. I managed to get in ONE call just long enough for Sebastian to say, "I was there at 12:30" but not enough for me to say, "so come get me now, or at least pick me up on the way to the City." I thought he MIGHT swing by the station anyway, so I waited about anothr 20 minutes, before leaving and heading back to the City.

When I got to the Mint, he was already there looking puzzled and aggrieved. Basically I had to cop to being a dork, which is true because it wouldn't be 130PM anyway, since what with an hour of hair time, plus brunch, that would get us back to the City later than three, especially with football season traffic involved.

However, it was a nice, quiet crowd and I did end up getting to sing a lot. So that was ok.


Other stuff...we've stared Lie To Me with the first season DVDs and glomped through the first 8 episodes. No major shippiness asserting itself yet, but enjoying the premise and Tim Roth seems to be having fun. I'm glad they didn't do a "House" on him and that he's using his own accent.
Also, it's hi-larious how many, "hey, it's that guy" moments have ocurred with the various actors who tend to show up on all the procedurals eventually, including the guy who was "Teenage Supermodel's" skeevy dad and the guy who was the priest who'd lost his faith in Unfaithful. Also amusing to see David Anders, especially since we'd just caught him on Warehouse 13 as well.


We went to see "Catfish" at the Metreon. Go see it. I really can't tell you anything about it, except that the less I tell you the more you'll enjoy it. It has some pathos but on the Dead Dolphin Documentary Depression Scale i.e. The Cove Number, I'd only score it a 2.
Hot wet

Happy House Day!

Yes, I'll be watching tonight. No, I'm not expecting anything good. I'm honestly trying to remember if I've ever seen a show so totally self-destruct and completely annihilate everything that made it wonderful for little purpose. I've seen shark-jumps and flame-outs, but nothing like this, where a show that was nearly perfection screwed it up so badly.

Every great piece of characterization and wit and genius casting has been abandoned.


Ten things that MIGHT help make it marginally better. (I doubt it can be saved.)

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30 Days of Music Meme

Ganked from speccygeekgrrl

Questions here

Day 20 - A song you've listened to after a break-up

Well to have a break-up, you had have to be having a relationship and I can't honestly say I did before I met hubby. However, I have been rejected. A lot. This is my "rejection song."

Miss You Nights-Cliff Richard

Written by Dave Townsend

I've had many times
I can tell you
Times when innocence I'd trade for company
And children saw me crying
I thought I'd had my share of that
But these miss you nights
Are the longest

Midnight diamonds
Stud my heaven
Southward burning
Lie the jewels that eye my place
And the warm winds
That embrace me
Just as surely kissed your face
Yeah these miss you nights
Are the longest

How I miss you
I'm not likely to tell
I'm a man and cold day light
Buys the pride I'd rather sell
All my secrets
Are wasted affair
You know them well

Thinking of my going
How to cut the thread
And leave it all behind
Looking windward for my compass
I take each day as it arrives
But these miss you nights
Are the longest

Lay down all thought of your surrender
It's only me who's killing time
Lay down all dreams and themes once remembered
It's just the same
This miss you game
Yeah these miss you nights
Are the longest