Wednesday 10 March 2010

Caprica: The New BSG?

It wouldn’t be so bad if they didn’t seem like they were trying to Twilight the f#@% out of it. I mean seriously, does every damn doe-eyed teen on the show have to have a love interest? I fear this is the not uncommon faux pas of believing that by including these sappy teen angst angles, they can ‘expand their audience’. And yet by devoting so much time to these storylines, they’re alienating those of us who really, really wanted to love Caprica. Even if it was only half as much as BSG.

No, I haven’t seen Twilight. And I don’t want to. I’ve had a hard enough time coping with Potter for the last [excruciating] 5 or 6 years. (Because, yes, confession time: I did actually like the first one a bit. But JKR managed to help me get right over that by following up with books that got increasingly more tedious … but this is a totally different rant, best saved for a month or so from now when I am bound to be in HP hell.) But I have seen the damn Twilight actors all paraded about as the new up-and-comings. And maybe it makes me old to say it, but neither of those guys is a Keanu. I mean, if you’re going to base your acting career on your looks, at least do it looking like Keanu.

To illustrate my point, I thought I'd include a couple of photos. A kind of Then and Now. Here are two that I thought were a good example. And just doing a simple google search of Caprica images should make it pretty clear that they're really targeting the teen set. Go on, do it and see just how many times you see one particular publicity poster of a naked Zoe (I couldn't bring myself to include it). As if any of us want to see her naked. I mean, we went from sexy Six to a simpering sixteen.

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Last week, I had two saved episodes. Because I recorded the week before to my DVR and never watched it. Then the next episode aired and I recorded it. So picture me, thinking happily that I had two episodes of Caprica that I could watch back-to-back over the weekend, mistakenly thinking that was going to be, you know “all that.” Well, of course it wasn’t. I mean, if it was, would I have had an episode on my DVR for a week that went unwatched? Please, as if my life is that exciting.

Question:

Is my rather tender right thumb a side effect of a flurry of knitting for the expectant Mr Binks & Mrs Cat or a sign that I am truly overly attached to my iPhone?

Thursday 4 March 2010

Moving On Over ... and Over ... and Over

Tomorrow is moving day again. This will be my fifth [work] move in just the last few years [I've also had four personal moves to go along with these]. There are some boxes I don’t even bother unpacking anymore.

My most recent move before this one, looked something like this:



See that sad little setup in the very back, on the right (kind of near the Sims plumbob)? That’s where I sat just prior to moving, after everyone else was already gone (obviously before I had bothered packing).

Here’s how things look today, Moving-Day-Minus-1:



That’s right -- all of the necessities: Pooh Bear (kindly given to me by my good friend Julie-Anne), a big F.O. NERF gu-- er, blaster, and a bottle of bubbly. Last time I crossed an ocean. This time, I am only moving over the cube wall behind me. But somehow moving is still odious.