You know what’s more satisfying than shouting at your laptop while Private Practice plays on Hulu? Venting about the ridiculous characterizations on the internet.
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…which I realize now is not a good title, as ‘substance’ can go either way there. Whatevs. I stand by it (though at a safe distance).

I have nothing to say tonight, so I don’t know why I am posting. Except, obviously, to provide a public service to my adoring, er, public. (Note to self: invest in thesaurus.)

So instead of content, I bring you: listicle. You can thank me later.

6 (fannish) things (sort of) about me

1. My high-school boyfriend (the first one, or possibly the second, or possibly both) tried to get me into Doctor Who, but despite the undeniable magnificence of Tom Baker’s neckwear, I found it rather meh. I was, however, secretly into The Prisoner, so one can’t argue that I was opposed to British sci fi. Though possibly one could make the argument that I was opposed to British sci fi with bad teeth.
2. Not So and I started watching New Who about a year ago, because…I don’t remember why, and from the first episode I was hooked. It didn’t hurt that Christopher Eccleston comes across as completely insane as well as so woobie I can barely stand it. Seriously. That man, with those eyes. I have never seen an actor telegraph emotion so effectively before in my life. Don’t believe me? Watch the video for I Am Kloot and tell me you aren’t just completely fucking blown away. Go ahead. I will wait.
3. So, predictably, I despised David Tennant in the role of the Doctor until the last 2 episodes of Season 2. The very mention of Mme. de Pompadour causes me to break out in hives. And Tennant’s Doctor, though apparently more true to Doctors of yesteryear, at least according to Not So, was way too frenetic and bouncy and not Christopher Eccleston for my taste.
4. Then he finally went all woobie (yay!) and I started scrawling “Doctor + Rose 4ever” in the margins of my notebooks. (Not really. I don’t have notebooks.) Plus David Tennant has very nice eyes, if you like that sort of thing, and rather entertaining hair as well. And…what’s this? Scottish accent? Scottish accent?
5. Don’t tell anyone, but Not So has eyes like David Tennant, with the chocolate brown and the come-hither and the swoon-inducing. You are all very jealous of me now. I do not blame you.
6. I am (again, predictably) unsure about the New Guy, though the Confidential he did in which he waves his hands around like a crazy person goes a long way to assuage my fears.

We started watching Heroes a couple of years ago, and at first we were just gobsmacked by how good it was. But the latest season just blows, and after re-reading the TWOP recaps of past episodes, I’ve got some things to talk about, y’all, and it ain’t pretty. Also: SPOILERS! (more…)

I’m late to the House…party? Boat? Anything I say here will be punny. Whatev, I started watching House because it was on Hulu and I require constant entertainment from my interwebs. And it’s crazy good, so now I’m all crack-addict about it. I downloaded the pilot from iTunes and watched it last night, in between Ellison’s patented Night Terrors of the Almost 3 ™.

The pilot was good. Sort of cliche, sort of overacted (I’ve been watching eps from season 5, so obviously the cast and the writing is tighter), an annoying amount of soft-focus. Seriously, people: backlighting and a little Vaseline on the lens is not going to make your cast more likable. It will, however, make me want to punch you in the face. Funny how that works.

If I’d tuned in for the first episode, I might not have been impressed enough to watch it again, save for one thing: at the end, House is explaining to one of his underlings that he hired her because she’s pretty, and that pretty girls who go into a demanding field like medicine are interesting because something’s wrong with them. He starts asking all these inappropriate questions about whether she was abused or molested as a child, and she replies with an ever-escalating series of indignant denials. House just looks at her and says, quietly, “But you are damaged, aren’t you.”

The girl flees. I’m hooked.

Apparently that’s what it takes to get me into a show: a deeply messed up protagonist with a thing for damaged goods. I’m so predictable.

Several things entertain me this morning, and none of them are Veronica Mars. Last night’s episode was…fine. It was a show. It just wasn’t my show. My show involves somewhat more darkness and intrigue and somewhat less matter-of-fact mystery solving. What happened to the emotional investment? The closest thing Veronica has to a mission these days is checking up on things behind Logan’s back…and since when is that an acceptable addition to a relationship? If the roles were reversed we’d be all “Dude, that Logan character is out of line,” but as it is we’re given the impression that it’s practically a tic on Veronica’s part. Which, whatever. She spies. We get it. How come that has to translate to borderline sociopathy?

It’s too bad, because by Season 3 you’d think a show would have hit its stride.I’m thinking wistfully of the halcyon days of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which is apropos given Daddy Types’ report that there will soon be a Mr. Gordo stuffed plush pig available for purchase. Mr. Gordo! I am filled with fangirl squee.

Buffy Mr. Gordo Stuffed Pig Plush Replica

Somehow I doubt that there will be any cross-marketing of Veronica Mars merchandise, although a Vinnie Vanlowe spy pen would make a great stocking stuffer…

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