This was the blog of an Eloise wannabe and her 2 roustabout kitties as they work on a book deal in the City of Lights, giggling all the way. Now it's the blog of an Eloise wannabe planning her next escape (California, Canadia?) with 2 other kitties--still working, still giggling.
Ok, so maybe I'm a little late with this one. Say, oh, 4 years. But swear to God, not my fault. You see, I was hooked on Felicity from word go, maybe because Felicity and Ben reminded me a little of Sergei and Katia. Submitted for your perusal:
Sergei and Katia
Ben, Felicity and (hallejulah!) Noel
Channel 7 being Channel 7, they jerked us around so much that I never knew when it was going to be on (usually 2am, but hey, maybe we'll start it at 1 instead, so your video gets the last 3 minutes) plus then I was in the midst of moving, so I didn't get to see the last 2 seasons in timely fashion.
Over the past few weekends, I've taken are of that, and I now propose the Felicity Drinking Game. It's really very simple. You just have to take a slug of tequila every time one of the following happens (at least once, if not more, each episode):
* Felicity says "I am SO sorry."
* Ben says "That guy is such a dick/why are you being such a dick?"
* Noel says "Yeah no."
* Meghan says "See this? This is me not caring."
* Sean says "Okay, you're gonna love this."
* Felicity says "Well, the thing is..." or "It's just that..."
* Meghan says (usually to Sean) "You're such an idiot."
* Ben says "I think I'm gonna go. Yeah, I'm gonna go."
* Felicity/Ben/Noel says "Can I talk to you for a second?"
* Javier says "Ai-eeee!"
* Felicity whispers "Oh my God."
* To which Noel responds "I know!"
* Elena hits/kicks someone
* Meghan raises an eyebrow
* Noel surprises Felicity, who almost falls over
Mix yourself up a pitcher of margaritas anytime ANYONE says "Hello" or "Hi," or Ben and Felicity converse in anything above a whisper. Just shittin ya--never happened on that show! Ne-vah happened. But oh, how I loved love this show, how I got into it so that there were times when I could say the dialogue before the characters. I loved Keri Russell's controversial haircut, I loved how Ian Gomez physically played Javier, how Richard was such a jerk. The whole time travel thing...not so sure about that, but the rest I was right there with.
Most of all, I loved Noel. Yes, okay, Ben had his charms and for a while I was "Ben-Noel? Ben-Noel? Ben-Noel?" but in the end I'm not into healing wounded sulky men and come on--Noel was a hottie, he was emotionally available, he made mixed tapes, he liked a good laugh AND he was a Mac genius. What more could you want?
After watching all that, I was feeling some Scott Foley withdrawal, so I watched a few episodes of The Unit. Good Lord almighty, what a mistake! People who are overall well spoken suddenly dropping big, clunking "Aint's" into their conversation. That dead president from 24 out-camping Al Pacino with his version of "Hoo-ha!" A lot of women acting very Stepford-ish. Iraq/Iran/South Korea/Brasil all looking like Southern California. Only good thing really was a guest spot from Gale Harold. I kept squinting at him, thinking "Where do I know... BRIAN!!" Yes, my favorite straight-man-playing-a-gay, Queer As Folk's Brian, albeit heavily disguised with a big scruffy beard. Sigh, there's another show I miss.
I think part of the reason I'm already so jazzed up about next year's RWA conference, despite it being a year away, is that it'll be in San Francisco and I'm having a ball writing Cora's story there (plus I've always wanted to stay at "The Jukebox" and that's where the conference will be). Getting to virtually visit places I love has always been a big draw for me when writing. I've never set a book in Australia--even when I lived there, when I started writing at 13, my books were set in the US. Later, some were set in Paris but now that I live here, I don't want to write about Paris. No, instead I carry around the Muni transit map and spread that out wherever I'm writing. I love the names of all the SF neighborhoods: Tenderloin, Cow Hollow, the Marina, SoMa, Seacliff, Parnassus Heights, Anza Vista. I close my eyes and I can see Cora's street and smell the air. I can feel the cable vibrating beneath my feet when I cross Powell Street, I can hear the gripmen and conductors harassing tourists into behaving on the cable cars.
One thing I can't do: wait <g>
