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.
Just read that Bea Arthur has died. Yes, it was at the good age of 86, but I so loved Bea's indominatable presence and style, I thought she'd be around forever. Mame is one of the first movies I saw at night. I remember standing outside the cinema in the cold, feeling grown-up even though I was, what, 8? (Things shut down in our town at about 5, so being out "late" was a thrill.)
When I was a kid, Maude was a staple in our household. That was the first really strong female character I remember seeing, not one who'd put on a front then fold for her menfolk, but a woman who said what she wanted and why she wanted it--with a melodramatic diva sense of humor and not without more than a dash of controversy: alcoholism, domestic violence, porn, race relations and the abortion storyline, which resulted in 30 stations dropping the show. "God'll get you for that" is still one of my favorite things to say, and the Donny Hathaway theme and opening sequence still bring happy memories.
Later, many Friday nights were spent watching The Golden Girls. Both are shows I'll stop & watch if they happen to be showing today. Bea's comic timing was priceless, with her deadpan put-downs, and no one--I mean no one!--could quell with a look quite the way she could.
Strong on the screen, she was also an advocate for animal rights and AIDS research.
That's right--Coach Taylor is laughing! How often do you see that?
While I work on the seemingly never-ending task of updating my website, I've been catching up on Season 3 of Friday Night Lights. Man. It does not disappoint. (Jason Street!!) Who woulda thought you couldI get so hooked on a show about a school football team in a small Texas town? Except, of course, this show is as much about football as Battlestar Galactica is about a space invaders.
My only complaint is, I can't relax watching this show. I'm so worried for the characters and things going wrong for them. But it's such a pleasure to watch clearly defined characters and their growth. The girls, overall, have better support systems and are less at risk--except for Tyra, 'course. The boys are wearing their hearts on their sleeves, even if they don't want anyone to know it. Matt Saracen's heart of gold. Jason Street and his broken dreams. Landry. I love that, at first glance, he seems weaker than Tim Riggins, but is in many ways stronger, thanks to learning how to set boundaries.
And Riggins. OMG, Riggins. So scared to go after what he wants but so willing to help those he loves get what they want. He is loyal to a fault, and I'm always scared that's going to be his demise. I'm really scared Billy's going to get him killed. But 6 needs help? There's Riggins with him in Mexico, driving him to New York, in tears when things work out for him. I'm happy he has Lyla--and happy that she doesn't take any of his shit. Oh, and of course, he's pretty, too. He reminds me of Matt Dillon in Little Darlings:
Uh-huh, yeah.
And then there's the best couple on TV, Coach and Mrs Taylor:
Two characters with strong moral compasses whose passion for their careers and the kids they're charged with looking out for often pitch them into direct conflict. They not only love each other but respect and like each other, too--and yet aren't afraid to argue. I love how he looks worried when she calls him "honey." And with good reason: "Honey, I don't like your tone," "Honey, I don't think you know what you're talking about." I love how they try to be a team raising Julie yet she often plays them, and how grouchy Coach can be and how Tami does not back down, but will always back her man--and vice versa.
Love the sense of community and how the on-location shooting means you can sometimes feel that hot Texas wind as it rattles the leaves. Hell, I even love Buddy. Great music, especially for the football scenes. Plus the theme. W.G. Snuffy Walden--Thirtysomething, Felicity, The West Wing. A-yup. Doesn't get any better.
Like they say, "Clear heads, full hearts, can't lose!" Y'all hear that, NBC?
...FUN Booker was. Not great TV, but definitely fun. And perv-worthy. Thank God for teh internets! But seriously? Late 80s? How the fuck did that happen?
Also viewed:
United States of Tara: (say/sing this in your best Oprah soprano) love it! More proof that Diablo Cody rocks. And really, can that really be Muriel? And uh, John? Lookin' good.
Trust Me: Not thrilling me
Lie To Me: interesting concept but delivery too slick, gimmicky and OBVIOUS. IOW, condescending.
Flight of the Conchords: still loving those Kiwi boys
Battlestar Galactica: all caught up and may I say, I'm grooving on Apollo's Season 4 hair.
Friday Night Lights: waiting on Season 3 to finish, uh, you know, whatever it does to magically land on my hard drive through no fault of my own...yeah, ok
American Idol: Loving this season, though I'll probably lose interest after hell week. That's when people usually start getting all safe and boring.
Kath & Kim, US version: Oh. My. God. What a fucking train wreck. There are some things that can't be improved upon, and this is one of them. Please, for the love of God, stop!
Book #8: Forget About It by Candice Crane. As I suspected/hoped, the pace started to pick up on this one. But then came the train ride to Bruges and I wanted something slimmer to carry with me, so I took along Book#10.
Book #10: Promise Not To Tell by Jennifer McMahon. Really well-written in many ways but left me somewhat cold and I didn’t totally buy the ending. Still, a good read.
Jumped back to #8 but then yesterday arrived Book #11: Me And A Guy Named Elvis, by Jerry Schilling (with Chuck Crisafulli). No big surprise that I listen to Elvis Radio a lot, and Jerry often visits. He’s a soft-spoken, considerate, thoughtful man, and he’s been loyal to Elvis throughout it all. So I was interested to read his story, and his author’s note told me this would be a book I could trust:
I wouldn’t want to speak for Elvis Presley and tell you that I was his best friend. But I can tell you this: He was my best friend.
Watching:
Underbelly. Question: how good is Vince Colossimo as Alphonse Gangitano? My answer: fantastic. (Not to mention the guy playing Carl Williams.) Okay, so he’s channelling a little of Eric Bana as Chopper Reid, but that’s okay by me, and he actually got me to, well, not care about Gangitano so much but think maybe he could have been reformed. But who really knows? Those guys weren’t just killing each other but ambushing police and, in the case of Jane Thurgood-Dove, innocent citizens. It was our own real-life Sopranos, with people killing each other then turning up as pallbearers, cops stealing ecstacy and guns from the lock-up, the whole deal. My brother’s ex was in a car outside his house (in a “nice” neighbourhood) when he saw someone hit the ground—Gerardo Mannella, the latest “fruitshop owner” to be killed—and a man running away. I was on the tram going through Malvern on a lovely sunny afternoon when I saw the police descending on a side street—someone else had just been shot. Off and on, over the period of a few weeks, there were cars right outside my house (another “nice” neighbourhood), in what was obviously shifts and they were obviously watching the guy across and down afew doors, a young guy who always roared into his drive in his black convertible. I went next door to my neighbour the cop and said “You know what’s going on here, right?” and he just gave me this look and nod and left it at that. Not long after, while I was at the hairdresser’s one Saturday morning, choppers started flying over. Jason Moran had been killed just a few blocks from my house. (Which is why it makes me laugh when people ask me if living in Paris is dangerous. Hell no, not after the “nice” suburbs of Melbourne!)
American Idol: You know, I don’t care if Michael Johns had a record deal before. He did something I didn’t think anyone could ever do: made me love Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody, which has freaked me since I first heard it when I was 6. Plus, he's Australian--come on! Also loving the Irish chick (another deal, another so what—if this is the way for her to realize her dream then I’m all for it) and the rocker nurse. Party on! Though I did agree with Simon about that Kyle guy, I wanted him to go through. He did something I never thought anyone could do, too: made me appreciate Josh Groban’s You Raise Me Up without wanting to stab myself in the eye with a fork.
So You Think You Can Dance (Australia): eh. I can’t work out if the blond judge is genuine or pretentious, and I can’t shake the feeling they’re being somewhat condescending to some of the dancers. Regardless, watching this kind of dance on TV doesn’t move me as much as watching it live, so this is probably the end of the road for us.
Breaking Bad: note to self: don’t watch while eating dinner.
Celebrity Rehab: What’s the deal with that Chyna chick? And how sweet is Mary Carey? Dr. Drew makes me laugh. He's a cool mix of cynicism borne of experience, and hope.
Watched the pilot of Eli Stone on the weekend and I have to say, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Why wouldn't I? It's set in San Francisco, has some nice fantasy moments à la Ally McBeal (before that went way overboard) and George Michael was singing in Eli's living room. The thing that I kept feeling, though, was that his dialogue sounded a lot like Kevin's from Brothers and Sisters, and when you think that Greg Berlanti and Marc Guggenheim worked on both...
Nevertheless, I'm staying tuned. And Johnny Lee Miller does a fine American accent for a Brit. Which reminds me, what is it lately with Brits and Aussies everywhere? The leads from Moonlight are Australian and English (and do fine except for when they say "all" or "call"--then you can tell they're faking it) and then there's Melissa George in In Treatment (she drops the ball when she says "the," "they" or "there"). Gabriel Byrne, well, he doesn't really try one way or the other, so it's all good. Rachel Griffith, Anthony LaPaglia and Hugh Laurie do well, but I think the best is the afore-mentioned Kevin (Matthew Rhys) from Brothers and Sisters. I would never have guessed he's Welsh. Oh, and then you have Kevin McKidd (Journeyman, oh how I do miss thee), who didn't sound the least bit Scottish. (And can I just say "thank you" that they let Jesse Spencer keep his nationality and accent on House, though I suspect it's so the merry MD can take potshots at the colonial boy.)
Compare that to Americans doing British or Australian accents and it's not as seemless. I think it's probably because we Aussies and Brits grew up on US entertainment, so we've had plenty of time to rip off other accents, while wincing at others trying to do ours. Renée Zellweger stood out as Bridget Jones, but even the remarkable Meryl Streep was dubious as Lindy Chamberlain. Hey, when you've got Harry Connick Jr. lampooning you on Australian TV, saying "A dengo stoll moy bay-bee," you know you haven't quite nailed it. (Harry does a pretty good Aussie accent, though--he's the only American I've heard say "g'day" properly.) And then you get that weird Madonna/Kylie/Dannii/Elle Macpherson thing, where you can't tell what it's supposed to be--although, they're not trying to pass off an accent on a TV show, I just thought I'd mention it because it bothers the hell out of me when I hear any of them talk. Though I guess that's better than hearing Elle's French. A friend of mine was a hostie for an Australian airline and once asked the model (on an internal flight) what she wanted to drink, only to be told La Elle was only speaking French... OK, whatever!
Yes, I know, have yet to post about my most-excellent experience, but it's been a most-sucky-busy week, and so here's all I got. But it's good shit!
1. So cool to read that a feature film about the life of San Francisco Supervisor Harvey Milk is in production now, with Sean Penn as Harvey. I've always found Harvey (and Mayor Moscone) inspirational, and it'll be a delight to see San Francisco taken back to the 70s, though too bad the filming will finish before I get there in July. Just one thing: pardon the terrible pun, but Penn's going to have to stretch for this role. I've always thought of him as so tight and self-contained, while Harvey was big and open and gangly:
2. I'm ther-illed that Amanda Hill will soon have a new book out, the sequel to Love Like That. Not only is she a super-cool chica who understands the value of ice skating and beer (not at the same time...although...there's a thought....) but she can fucking write! Can't wait to read more about Dalton and Roman.
3. How excellent is Breaking Bad? Seriously. Seriously. I thought Bryan Cranston was funny on Malcolm In The Middle, realized how fast he was when he won Thank God You're Here, but he's totally breaking my heart as a terminally ill everyman chem teacher turned crystal meth maker. What he's doing is illegal and deadly and, you know, wrong, but .... that poor, droopy moustache, those sad tighty whities...
So there we were, all planning to have just water with our hamburgers for lunch when the server said "Can I interest you ladies in margaritas for the last day of the year?" and I said, "I'll just have--wait, did you say margarita? Hell yes!"
An hour later when we rolled out into the heat, the door guy asked if we enjoyed our meal. "Mighty fine," I said, "and I've got a nice ol' buzz on from those margaritas."
"That's nice," he said, "drive safely."
We sure did. Right to the supermarket (margarita mix) and liquor store (tequila), where I saw another gimme-gimme-gimme-I want-I want-I want:
and chatted with the checkout guy about my Elvis wallet:
'Course, we have the requisite Champagne, as well, but everything goes better with tequila.
And so as this year wraps up and a new one begins, I wish you all happiness, health and prosperity in 2008. My resolutions are very simple:
1. Read more (Amazon is helping me with that, oh boy is it ever!)
2. Spend more time with friends.
3. Laugh more (after the past week, when I've laughed so much, I think that's going to involve a change of country).
4. Keep getting healthier (got an early start there when we went to hear a chiropractor talk at Whole Foods in Melbourne the other day and he scared me right out of the gum I was chewing. High-fructose corn syrup AND aspartame in the one product, what the hell??) (Shh, don't tell him about the tequila!)
5. Wear more of those cute socks with the suction cups.
6. Stop OD'ing on home improvement shows (Clean House, Color Splash, My First Place FreeStyle, Curb Appeal) and do my own home improvements.
Come the first weekend of December, my entire place gets Christmas-fied. That includes the bathroom and, yes, the Mac. Tragic, I know, but it has to be done and so it was:
In case you're as much a Christmas freak lover as I am, here's where you get the goods:
I was just going to leave it at that, not have a Christmas tree this year because I won't be here for Christmas Day. But then when I was wandering around Abbesses, they had lots and lots of trees and Pumpkin really likes them (seriously! I had to put a cushion beneath the tree) and I just couldn't resist:
It's a 6-foot spruce from Denmark, and I dragged that baby back up the hill myself, apart from twice when people came along and grabbed the end, until they reached where they were going. Bless 'em. The Christmas cheer was definitely being passed along, because the baristas gave me a little pressie the next day:
Bless them!
Been wet and windy around here the past week, with snow (snow!!) forecast for Thursday. But the lights have been keeping me happy:
A bistro near work all lit up for the holidays.
The biggest light of all~a shot as I leave work.
And another view as I get home.
The former water tower across from my building~now headquarters for the Montmartre wine crop and occasional exhibition center. This expo's on boots. The tree (on the right) is decorated with big red boots.
The people just up from me apparently love Christmas, too.
A better shot of the new Place du Tertre lights, in the shape of a palette to pay homage to all the artists who've called Montmartre home. You can see Sacré Coeur in the background.
And now I have to call my landlord. The hot water tap in the bathtub that tended to get a little stuck last night decided not to turn off at all, so I've had to turn off all the water in the apartment until we can get a plumber out. The joys of living in a "charming" apartment!
Oh, wait, let's do the TV thing before I go:
Brothers and Sisters: so, this guy who turned up looking for Holly (what was his name, Dave? Alls I know is it was Ken Olin~Michael Steadman!!) is most obviously Rebecca's father, meaning she's not a Walker, meaning she and Justin are going to get it on. Betcha.
Dexter: eagerly looking forward to the finalé, which I hope to watch tonight. They keep getting him deeper and deeper into it. Seriously excellent writing. (Come on, you Hollywood moguls--time to pay up!)
Friday Night Lights: Love this. I love how cranky Coach Taylor can be, and how cool his wife can be. I'm also really impressed by the level of drama with the teen characters~Landry, Tim Riggins and Antonio can break your heart.
ER: speaking of drama, thank fuck Luka is back and we finally got some in this show. I was about ready to give up, and back comes Luka with his soulfulness and his looks that can break your heart and bang, I'm hooked again. I love Clooney, no doubt about that, and Doug Ross was an excellent character, but the moments I remember most are courtesy of Luka (oh, and Goran Visnjic's quiet, dramatic timing): how he lost his virginity, the time he's talking about his life and you think he's talking to a therapist but it's a hooker, when he was on his knees praying for his life in the Congo and you feel for sure he's dead, the episode before last when he told Abby his father had died. Rock on with your good self, Luka.
Journeyman: more good drama. What I really like is how whatever's happening to Dan doesn't just happen in isolation, as is the case with a lot of shows like this. Slowly more and more people are being pulled into it and there are more repercussions to deal with. Katie's quite the cool wife, and now that Jack's seen Livia, well, things just get more and more interesting.
Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares: I'm loving both the US and UK version, but wanted to point something out. If you happen to see the (UK) episode when he's in Paris helping some totally undeserving Scottish woman turn her resto around and he makes a flippant comment about the fastfood café up the street, well, that was L'as du Falafel, and no, it's not much to look at, but it has the best falafel in Paris, which is why there's always a line outside.
Because I'm sure you care, here are my reviews of the (too much) TV I've watched in the past few months, when it was about all I could do. (Great excuse, huh? Yep, I thought so, too.)
Extreme Makeover Home Edition~so not only do we get feel-good TV with great designer tips, but we get to see people making a difference in their community. Yes, I know they go for the tears, but how could you not well up with this week's episode, with that sweet, courageous Boey buying toys for other kids on the oncology ward because she knows what it feels like. I'm so happy to read on her site that she's doing well.
Californication~My weekly dose of naughtiness, I just adore it. I read that about 400 people called Network 10 in Melbourne to complain about the puking-on-the-painting scene in the 2nd episode. WTF?? What happened to the Australian sense of humor? That scene made Kurt and me laugh so much, we had to watch it again immediately. Isallgood, Duchovny.
Chuck~Meh
Journeyman~interesting concept, well acted, great shots of San Francisco, I'm there.
ER~seriously close to giving up. Stanley Tucci is an excellent actor but there's no one I care about anymore. Maybe if/when Luka returns...In the meantime, bring back Carter!!!
Entourage~last episode needed more Ari. You can never have enough Ari Gold, just remember that. I need him to be throwing fits so I feel normal.
Rock of Life~I don't find Bret Michaels attractive (though he seems like an ok guy, if not a little stupid for drinking so much when he has diabetes), I think there's something (a lot!) intrinsically self-degrading about "reality" dating shows, but I admit to being hooked because I wanted to see that insane trainwreck Lacey get her dues. I think she was kept in on purpose because the producers knew how much everyone hated her and tuned in just to see if she'd get kicked out. And hey, how bad of a sore loser is that Heather? Loved Jes and her pink hair.
Life~sucked. But I think part of that is coz I last saw that guy getting his ass kicked by Redford in An Unfinished Life, so I wasn't sympathetic anyway (Yeah, I know)
The Two Coreys~um...what was the point?
Bionic Woman~Annoying & boring
Weeds~Still loving it, especially Kevin Nealon.
Dexter~More, more, hurry up! Private Practice~no Mere-death, no George, (no Mark, sob) plenty of Addison, plus Tim Daly. Score!
Tell Me You Love Me~I really, really liked this when it started, esp. because it's written and directed by women, and it's cool to see older people with a normal sex life. But I'm giving it one more week because the lack of any humor is depressing. These people must have something funny in their lives at some stage.
Cane~not even the luscious Jimmy Smits is worth this Die-nasty in the fields
Dirty Sexy Money~Donald Sutherland and Peter Krause are solid, but the rest of the cast...I don't really care
Lipstick Jungle~another lot of characters I don't really care about Damages~yet another lot I don't care about, although the intrigue is intriguing
(Note to TV people: can we have a show set in the wonderful NYC that's not about nasty, vapid rich people? Denis Leary's done a great job, surely someone else out there can do it.)
House~Hmmm. Maybe my perspective has changed since my surgery but seeing how House makes willy-nilly decisions that put his patients through pain just isn't appealing to me anymore. The character doesn't seem to be going anywhere, the Cuddy sub-plot has just been dropped. He gets a few more airings from me, then if things don't turn around, I'm dropping him. Shame.
Tim Gunn's Guide To Style~Love a good makeover show, though sometimes this one makes the women look homogenous. And that super-model sidekick, the one I've never heard of? Half the time I'm cringing over what she's wearing, or her hair or makeup.
Flipping Out~loved it. Loved the houses, thought they were all crazy codependents, understood Jeff's obsessions (though I wanted to smack him more than a few times.) Kurt thinks he's just a nasty poof, but I think there's more to it. I want a second season, if they haven't all killed each other by then.
Brothers & Sisters~is it me, or has Rob Lowe had work done over the summer? Whatever, I don't care, I love him. And what is it about Sally Field that, whenever she cries, I cry? She just has to tear up and my throat gets tight. Anyone else think Tommy and the new office manager are going to get it on?
Australian Idol~Up until this week, I would have said please spare me and get rid of that Taraisi, but she actually did something worthwhile this week. More often than not, though, I find the judges more interesting than the contestants.
Summer Heights High~great Australian comedy! Last week when I was feeling absolutely rotten, I watched an episode of this and just laughed my way straight out of the blues. I know these characters, I went to school with some of them (most notably Jonah, I knew plenty of "Fuck you, miss!" guys). I heard "Ja'mie" on Nova FM a few years back and thought she couldn't be for real, but what if she was, Chris Lilley is that good. I watched We Can Be Heroes, too~more gold. Download some SHH for yourself to see what I mean (free download, direct from ABC) or check some out below (warning: not for the politically correct):
Yet again, I must save the highest of praise for Rescue Me. Season 4 was my favorite to date. It's still funny as hell, the guys are still guys, it's still surprising, sometimes shocking, and yet there's the chance (gasp!) that Tommy might be growing up. I absolutely love that crazy bitch Sheila and that stroppy bitch Maggie. The finalé was pure gold, making me laugh then leaving me in tears. Franco setting up his ex, Sheila sobbing into the bunker jacket, Tommy holding his dad~TV doesn't get any better than this.
So, it's been an interesting week (thanks for the good wishes and the telephone calls--I'm feeling beaucoup du love :-) ). Went back to work yesterday and finally got some walking canes that are doing the trick, because right now I can't put any weight on my knee. I'm really, really surprised and humbled by how nice total strangers have been, offering help. I know I've said Parisians live in a cone of blindness, but (shh, don't tell anyone!) I've been proven dead wrong.
Anyway! Enough of that because I want to talk about my new discovery. I know Amra's been grooving on Entourage for a while, so I took being last week as the perfect opportunity. IOW, I OD'd on Seasons 1-3 and I'm thinking of getting a "What would Ari do?" tattoo on my ass, because I fucken LOVE that guy! Sure, in real life I'd want to kill him but I admire that he never gives up, never gives in, always has the last word, and says whatever the hell he wants. I enjoy it even more on the rare occasions that he's stymied and you can see him trying to figure out how to get what he wants. It's a lovely moment when Ari Gold is speechless. Loved Jeremy Piven in The Larry Sanders Show and Smokin' Aces but he completely shines in this. And let's hear it for Kevin Dillon. I keep laughing at that perpetually confused look on his face. Oh, and Rex Lee (Lloyd)? Perfect! Especially when he yelled at Ari "Fuck you!....sorry, reflex." Genius, genius writing. I think I need me one of these:
And a completely different kind of show, but very funny, too. I watched the pre-air of Aliens in America (did you check that one out, Anna?), about a midwestern family who want an exchange student to make their geeky son cool and who should lob up but a sweetly sincere Pakistani who praises Allah for his good fortune. Much gentler than Entourage, but the pilot did a good job of taking gentle jabs at our prejudices. I see Luke from Gilmore Girls has taken over the role of the father, though I thought the guy in the pilot was fine. Oh, well.
Funny. I read an article, I think it was on The Age's site, about how men are ruling TV, there are no great shows for and about women, and I guess, I think, maybe I should be upset about this? You know, being a (gasp!) feminist. But, um, I'm not. Sure, there are some girlie shows I liked--Gilmore Girls, though sometimes that Lorelei... (sorry, Keris <g>) and...I don't know, can't think of any more. So what does it say that my favorite shows are mainly guy shows? Rescue Me (ohmigod OHMIGOD OHMIGODTOMMY!!!!!!!!PUT THE BABY DOWN AND BACK AWAY!!!!!!!!) (Seriously, if the ending of episode 3 this season was shocking, episode 7 ratcheted up that tension to a level that had my heart pounding. Who said TV was relaxing?), Entourage, Californication, Dexter. There are some great female characters in all those shows, but not the leads. And the latest shows I've watched with female leads haven't grabbed me. What is it? Is it a double-standard, that women are supposed to be likeable, whereas Ari is a total asshole and Dexter kills people and I'm like "Excellent character!" Maybe it's just because I know they are characters? Well, no, I know the chicks from Lipstick Jungle (see, can't even remember their names) and Bionic Woman are characters, but I...just don't care.
Maybe it's just that I'm more interested in what the guys are doing (roadtrip to Vegas sounds like a lot more fun than running a motion picture studio. Ohhhhhhhhh, waaaaaaaaiiiiiiit. I think I'm getting it. The chicks in Lipstick Jungle--all successful career women. High-powered jobs they're angsting about. Compare that to Dana or Barbara in Entourage. They're successful, they're just not angsting about it--they just walk in and get shit done. And Jaime in Bionic Woman (whose name I of course remember because I loved the original, though I notice they've changed the spelling from Jamie), at some stage she's going to have to save the world and honestly? CBF'd! I'd rather be on a roadtrip to Vegas. I am just.not.interested in saving the world. (And while I really like Holly Hunter's character in Saving Grace, I'm still waiting for her to get preachy. Though, from the way she flashes the neighbor, I'm probably just looking for toruble where there is none.)
So what am I missing? Are there TV shows out there with strong, funny, non-angsty female leads? None of that bloody Scully traipsing around muttering "Mulder, Mulder?" shit. FOR GOD'S SAKE, no Mere-death, either, or I'll hit you with my cane. I might just have to wait for Reaper. Ooh! success! Just found the pre-air, I'll watch it tonight. Hopefully she'll be a bit like Georgia from Dead Like Me, who had her fair share of angst but offset it with deadpan humor. Though it bothers me that the only female lead I can find who appeals to me is 18. Surely, SURELY TO GOD, there has to be a mature female LEAD who can kick ass without being a raving bitch.
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Oh, and make the tabby in this pic Pumpkin and the black and white cat Kody and you'd have life at my house this past week. Wherever Pumpkin was on the bed beside me, Kody had to get. Pumpkin? Not happy.
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.
American Idol: You know, I don’t care if Michael Johns had a record deal before. He did something I didn’t think anyone could ever do: made me love Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody, which has freaked me since I first heard it when I was 6. Plus, he's Australian--come on! Also loving the Irish chick (another deal, another so what—if this is the way for her to realize her dream then I’m all for it) and the rocker nurse. Party on! Though I did agree with Simon about that Kyle guy, I wanted him to go through. He did something I never thought anyone could do, too: made me appreciate Josh Groban’s You Raise Me Up without wanting to stab myself in the eye with a fork.
