March 1st, 2007

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television!

sure, i agree with everyone who said antm was great last night, but they kicked off the girl from brooklyn first thing! i don't always agree with the panel's choices, but lately i have been at odds with them. i blame the bad feng shui on twiggy! they need the steel teeth janice conceals with botoxed cheeks! or a double dose of the jays, though i suppose jay manuel's co-host position is higher status than mere judge. fine. now who am i supposed to root for? i mean, the tragic mess of a russian can only go so far, & the sprite is pretentious to the max! i'm not going to root for crooked-face mcbuttchin, no matter how ridiculous she might be. eliminated brooklyn...sheesh. anyhow, how can you possibly go wrong with the antm formulae? take it to the bank, ty-ty.

battlestar galactica had more of the president's personal brand of diabolism, this time with a healthy dose of terror-state behaviour from adama! man, the first thing tyrol should haggle for is an independent security force, & their first orders should be to secret service cally & nicky. i mean, shit, i'd be armed guards & fucking frakking pistols out, if adama's first bargaining chip is going to be threatening to execute his fucking frakking wife at the table. anyhow, baltar is a fucking frakking genius; what a character. i want them to publish "my triumphs & mistakes" so i can order a copy. next episode is supposed to be some kind of watershed? okay. oh, & hey, what is up with the hillariously un-neccisary deleted scenes? dvdtv!

lets not even really talk about lost. we were, what, four bottles of wine in before it even started? not enough to dull the...boredom? okay, cheech as hugo's father is a fine reveal, though there has been a little too much "celebrity" cameo action lately (speaking of, how great was stan lee in heroes?). the episode was about...what, again? fucking off with a car? some kind of tripe about hope? i, uh, don't really care. how is this show supposed to be, isn't it a mystery/surreal drama? i don't know what to tell you guys, but you've been in a slump. you're going to have to give us something to make us give a fuck about your show. more black smoke! more hatch hieroglypics! four toed people? pirate ships! comeon, do absolutely anything, because it has to be better than nothing.
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ringwraith

country darkness.

dark charlie grew up in denver; his dad used to tell him it was like being from krypton. "denver & kenya, black chuck!" he'd chortle. "us & sherpas, we're the supermen. go cowboys!" & then he'd mime quickdrawing a pistol, fanning the hammer. tenebrous charles would hold his index fingers up in the air & should "bang-bang!" then he'd bow his head & blink those big eyes of his at the world. the hissing sound from his mouth exactly synched up with x-rays pouring from the heart of a black hole. that was life for dark charlie, Homo zeta, age 27.
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    crown me king- circe, dammit!
ringwraith

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farouk rashomon frequently didn't make any sense, but he loved switchblades & lemon merengue pie, & people prefered to deal in the paradigm of the latter rather than the former. he says he was on a life boat when he realized that the two ancient tribes of sky-peoples were still among mankind. farouk rashomon said this with a switchblade hilt deep in a fourteen point stag's belly, snaking it upwards to let the guts out onto the snow. he had "walked" the stag to death-- relentlessly pursuing it, allowing it to scent him & sprint away, until at last he found it exhausted, helpless. & he sunk his knife into its stomach & sang a little ditty about lemon merengue pie, loud enough to do wesley willis proud. farouk rashomon hijacked an ambulence & was killed in a shoot-out with a s.w.a.t. team, but maybe the sky-people caught his soul in a spider-web. maybe he's in your apartment right now, waiting for you to get home. you better hope he was baking. did he bake? did he make you a pie or is it the knife for you?
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    crown me king- radioactive pet frog song
ringwraith

Medium Undead (air)

just got a bit of a lonliness on for Home. the Empty City where ghosts alone roam, dogs shackled to the pillars of the temple. if you took that dog? far away from home. he could go years. but he'd still walk away sometimes, still try that hejira homewards. he'd snarl his fangs at your hand sometimes. & maybe that dog doesn't understand about planes & automobiles. he thinks if he just finds the rights scent he'll be there in no time. & he's stupid but sometimes his ears prick up. so yeah, sometimes i get lost, a little. get sick on the inside. & you have to think about the anti-life equation until the spell stops. you have to use your science or else.
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