Blush and Bashful

I watched episode 7 so long ago. It was on HBO Go right after episode 6. I was so morose that episode 8 wouldn't air for two weeks, that I couldn't summon the energy to write about it then. So silly. So now, here's a glut of random disordered thoughts. Yay?

( Spoilers )

I just finished watching season one of Treme. Can't say I'm not getting a lot of mileage out of the HBO subscription, can I?

It was fucking awesome. Along with NYC, New Orleans has always been a place that's fascinated me. And like New York, my trip to New Orleans rates amongst my most memorable. If I were more nomadic, it would be on the list of places I'd swear to live before I die. And it makes no sense for me to want to live there--it's hot, muggy, and there are big bugs. Obviously there's more good than bad, but those are bads I can't personally handle. Regardless, I have an inexplicable love for that city considering that I've only been there once.

The show was as well made as one expects from an HBO series. It was so nice to see a lot of the talent from The Wire, especially Clarke Peters. I loved the various storylines--my favorite, unsurprisingly, was of Janette Desautel, chef extraordinare. It took a couple of episodes to really get into the show. But a lot of shows are that way for me.

Also, it enraged me all over again about Katrina and how things were handled. I think that is the natural disaster I've donated the most to. Maybe because it was here, and it still shocks me that (pardon me, because I know this is stupidly naive of me) we could let that happen to a city in our own country.

Major show-destroying spoilers, don't read if you ever plan on watching the show. Really. (I don't know anyone else who's watched this, but I want to blab on about it anyway.)

( Thoughts, I haz them. )

For he is made of win.

Um. What? No.

http://www.npr.org/blogs/monkeysee/2009/05/very_bad_ideas_making_a_whedon.html?ft=1&f=93568166

I repeat: NO.

Because, um. WHAT?

*wanders off, sputtering enraged-ly*

So like I said, I'm rooting for Hugh Jackman here. He's too adorable and genuine not to root for. In fact, I wish Australia had been up for more things.

( Clicky! Because, LONG )

Mondays off from work are so freaking glorious. It lets you properly enjoy Sunday without the phantom spectre of the work week looking above.

So yesterday was nice. I met Pete and Kirsten downtown and we watched Coraline in 3D. I have to say, I didn't much care for the 3D. Pete felt a little sick afterward and we all had slight headaches. All the previews for coming movies are in 3D, too, which means we'll probably have to keep driving to Lynnwood to see the 2D versions. But it was still fun to see the movie. We hung out over coffee to discuss and then I went to Nordstrom to have them take the electronic tag off the pants Jeff bought on Saturday and to see if I could find my dad a comfy and cute tracksuit (not at Nordstrom, apparently).

Then home, where I successfully made my mom's dal recipe and had that with rice and kababs for dinner.

Jeff and I watched Desperate Housewives. Sometimes I enjoy the show in a pleasant mindless way, and sometimes I so hate the selfish pettiness of all the characters that I wonder why I ever watch it. Unfortunately, last night was the latter experience.

( I also finished Dead Until Dark about which I have surprisingly strong opinions. )

Today's chores:

laundry
recycling
general-room-tidy-ing
putting laundry away
grocery store to buy another lovely piece of Tilapia and some veggies
going to container store to buy some, um, containers
picking up prescription from drugstore
drop off dry cleaning
packaging up a few things that I need to mail (including, dear god the shame, Jeanne's Christmas present)
bake some banana bread
French homework

I guess I better get to it!

Is anyone else watching True Blood?

( Episode 1 )

How can it already be almost 2PM? It's my day off--today should go SLOW.

We got back late last night. The trip was mixed--good parts, bad parts, exasperating parts. Nothing too brutal, though. Jeff was as fabulous as expected. He had a great time and I was frankly relieved that I managed to contain my sulk. My family loved him and he fit in pretty perfectly. (Down to joining us for the daily morning dogpile and swinging my nephews around.)

Jeff made the excruciating bearable, but holy crap were we giddy about coming home. ( The flight back was surreal. )

Also, it turns out that Jeff is a giant baby about having his ass kicked at Scrabble. I think the score when we stopped (because we were landing) was 300 to 100 and boy did he not like that. I took endless shit when the OFFICIAL SCRABBLE DICTIONARY was okay with "quin" and Jeff... was not. OMG there was endless ENDLESS abuse. Apparently Jeff's Scrabble vocabulary is limited to proper nouns and dirty words. It was wildly entertaining. Even if it means he hates me now. Muhahahahaa!!

SeaTac Alaska Baggage Claim is the slowest, lamest service on earth. We waited forever and ever. Then waited for our shuttle. We were so giddy when we finally got into my car. LA had slow roasted us all weekend. It was disgusting. Seattle's cool air was a blessed relief. We got home around 1AM, but neither one of us was tired. We made some scrabbled eggs with red bells, Italian parsley, smoked mozzarella, and green onions and had it with the last of the wheat toast. It was such fucking nirvana sitting on the couches with Brutus (KITTY) who purred and purred with us. We watched The Soup and then an episode of The Daily Show where we seriously nearly threw up laughing at Jon Stewart's riff on James Carvell. Which, holy Christ. We were nearly hysterical. (Jeff: "Two found dead at home with strange abdominal injuries.") We were laughing so hard we heard like half of it. We couldn't stop laughing until the end of the episode when Jeff made me rewind it --which just the act of rewinding it made us cackle. God. We both went to bed and lay there snickering for another half hour.

Sleep was the most exciting thing ever. At home. In a glorious full-sized bed. AND SLEEPING-IN OMG I LOVE YOU UNIVERSE CAN I PLEASE FRENCH KISS YOU?

I hope everyone had a great weekend!