I just remembered that I had downloaded the Millenium episode with James Marsters during my Week From Hell, so today I finally watched it. Good performance from James (with a very interesting hair color), though it was a bit difficult to figure out where my loyalties were supposed to lie, especially as I had no idea who the regular characters were, and as I quickly realized, the girl who sent me the episode had only sent me the James bits. Stuff like that makes it difficult to determine who’s playing for what side and who we’re supposed to believe, especially in a show with the same creator as “The X-Files.” Feh.

But my other reaction: EEE! That’s Terry O’Quinn! *hearts* Thank gravy he’s shaved off that ridiculous moustache since then! And speaking of James Marsters and Terry O’Quinn together, has anyone heard about when the winners of Saturn Awards will be announced? I seem to recall that the two were nominated, along with Dominic Monaghan and Michael Rosenbaum (as well as Kyle MacLachlan of “The Librarian” and Michael Shanks of “Stargate: SG-1”), for “Best Supporting Actor in a Television Series.” Booyeah!

In other news, MGM vs. Grokster, retold as a lovers’ quarrel. Yay silliness!

Oh good lord! RRRRRRRRRGH. There go all my hopes and dreams that George Lucas had learned his lesson and that the dialogue in Episode III wouldn’t sound like it was written by a 13-year-old fanfic writer! “The Jedi turned against me. Don’t you turn against me.” / “Anakin, you’re breaking my heart!” is up there with “Are you an angel?”, “Sandstorms are very dangerous”, and “You’re not like sand.” The name of this TV spot is “tragedy”? Yeah, Lucas, you hit the nail right on the head.

EDIT: Somehow, this makes it all better. M&M’S Chocolate MPire. Lucas officially has no shame.

Does anyone know if you need the iCal software to be able to use the calendar feature of the iPod? As far as I can see, iCal is only available for Macs. What about us platform traitors who use iPods on Windows machines?

Edit: Okay, so apparently one just needs software that exports in vCalendar or iCalendar formats. Now I just have to figure out if I have anything that does that, or if not, if I can find anything free on the web that does…

Edit: SCORE! Outlook supports vCalendar! *does a little dance*

Blogger ate the post I was composing Thursday morning, detailling recent fannish stuff. And I’ve been crazy busy the past few days, what with Lady in the Dark and my family being in town and working on my old ladies etc etc etc. Um, let’s see… Lost was fab, Locke is Jesus, Sayid’s cameo was *guh* inducing, Hurley rocks my socks, and it looks like there will be some definite C/C moments in next week’s episode!

Also, JOY. Second half of Lost finale extended to TWO HOURS!!! (Episode airing schedule up on Lost-Media.com)

Jane Espenson’s Finding Serenity came out yesterday, which was a pleasant surprise, as I was somehow under the impression that it wasn’t going to be out for months.

Funny: Lost‘s “Deus Ex Machina” — A Review in Screencaps

Help Amazon let Universal know we’re ready to support Serenity: Go here and type your email address in the blue “Email me when available” box on the right sidebar.

Apparently there are going to be two versions of Episode III: a standard, wide release version and an extended version for theatres with digital projectors. Or maybe it’s just an April Fools’ Day Joke from TheForce.net. But seeing as how the original article was posted on the 30th…

(the following blatherings contain speculation for the season finale of Lost, based on the common knowledge that someone will die and the teaser for next week’s episode. I don’t touch spoilers with a ten-foot pole, so if any of this proves accurate, it’s purely the numbers random chance.)

Before HP5 came out, I was certain it was Sirius that was going to die. Because I was so horrified this would be the case, I was actually relieved when we heard the news Arthur’s life was in peril. Of course, he was just a red herring. Now, it’s common knowledge that someone is going to die in the Lost season finale. Because I feel it won’t be Locke (too awesome to die), Sayid (too pretty to die–also too useful), Hurley (too funny to die, plus we need someone on this island that isn’t a stick), Jack (must preserve the moronic Jack/Kate/Sawyer love triangle), Sawyer (ditto), Jin (too much unresolved), Walt (too much plot potential), or any of the women (not enough of them to begin with), it’s pretty much down to Charlie, Michael, and Boone. Because Charlie died already, perhaps he’s exempt.

Anyway, as horrible as it sounds to have someone you’d prefer to die, I do. Boone. Now I feel Boone’s injury makes him too obvious a choice. Like Arthur Weasley’s injury early on in OotP, in my mind, Boone is now too likely a candidate to die. I suppose I wouldn’t be too heartbroken if it were Michael, as long as it wasn’t Charlie, Sayid, Hurley, or Claire, but still, I quite like Michael. And as Rachel pointed out, he’s the first person to extend the olive branch to Jin and actually try to involve him with some of the goings-on of the island, so having him die would be counterproductive.

Maybe it could be Shannon, because the whole cast keeps trying to play up the Shannon/Sayid OTP-ness (*gag*) in interviews, adding to the (*cough*) tragicness of one of them kicking the bucket. And it would be interesting to see Boone’s vision quest come to fruition. (Can you tell I couldn’t care less about Shannon?) Also, with the events of “Deus Ex Machina,” I can’t help wonder if it’s Locke that will die. And Jack was originally intended to be killed off in the first couple episodes, but I seriously doubt they’d kill him off now. Feh, I give up. More speculation to come after more episodes are aired.

Bonus, nonfandom:

  • Pat Buchanan doused with salad dressing
  • Breaking News: Halter tops, condoms linked to pregnancy
  • Astronomy Photo of the Day: Water on Mars!
  • Random Fannishness:

    Lost. Wow. Great gravy, Locke is awesome. And clean-shaven wee!Locke has a lovely smile. And good LORD Sayid’s cameo was sexy. Everything that man does is sexy. And though the lack of C/C-age was mildly disappointing, they’re clearly making up for it next week. That promo, GUH.

    George. Stop it. Right now. In case you hadn’t noticed, Spaceballs: The Flame Thrower was intended to be utterly ridiculous and nonsensical. Star Wars: the Lawn Sprinkler is just sad.

    On the other hand, this opportunity to help Amazon tell Universal that we support Serenity is happy happy!

    Blurbs for upcoming Discworld goodness!

    Oh, and Happy Belated Birthday to Juliet Landau! 40 yesterday!

    And not fannish, but still dorky and/or entertaining:
    A new format for music!

    Today’s Links (all together in one entry, because Blogger hates me and I’m posting en masse from Ko’s computer):

    The Fannish:
    GoF Pictures! With high-res version of the first image here. Oh, the emo angst! Rupert, dahling, please get a haircut! You look ridiculous. But Rita is perfect. Though I imagined her a bit younger-looking. Probably because I always use my mom as a guage for how women of certain age look, and she looks ten years younger than what her birth certificate says.
    Ko, here’s the icon I mentioned the other day. One of my all-time favourites.
    News on the US release date for Angel: Live Fast Die Never. Hurrah, no Amazon UK shipping charges or ridiculous pound/dollar conversion rates!
    TLC offers Spoiler-Free for HBP feed.

    The Funny:
    Why Evolution Should Not Be Taught in Public Schools — appears to be quite fake, but highly amusing nonetheless.

    The Appalling:
    Michigan Preparing To Let Doctors Refuse To Treat Gays

    I’m not going to write much, as sleep calls out with its siren song, but suffice it to say, life is looking up. Director was nicer, rehearsal went well, etc. So yay. Plus, there are always bunny monkeys to make the world fabulous. Hurrah!

    The “Infuriating Person of the Day” Award goes to my drama director, who shall remain nameless should he ever attempt to google himself and find this blog! I honestly don’t know what to do other that sigh in resignation and just get over myself, because he’s absolutely convinced that his ideas are the only valid solution and my helpful, well thought out suggestions are worthless and not worth his time to listen to:

    Me: But if I wore this costume in this scene, there would be more elements of the costume for the other actors to put on me, and I’d have the accessories to make another actor’s lines make sense, as opposed to wearing that black dress for the FOURTH TIME in the first act, which you can only fiddle with for a few seconds before it looks fake and ridiculous. And otherwise, I wouldn’t get to wear this costume, which looks great and is perfect for the period.
    David: I want you in the black dress in that scene.
    Me: …?

    And that’s only the beginning. He told me today that he didn’t like the way I was playing Barbara, one of the two roles I play in Liza’s Childhood Dream. My lines themselves and the way other characters talk about Barbara seem to indicate that Barbara should be rather airheaded and bratty. Now he wants “mature and confident”. What the HELL? After futilely trying to convince him to change his mind, I spent at least 15 minutes in the bathrooms, running my lines over and over, trying to figure out how on earth they could be read in a manner to suit his new concept of the character. Oh, and we open on THURSDAY.

    Also, a significant part of the story surrounds Liza’s indecision regarding which magazine cover to go with for the next issue: a circus-themed cover or the more traditional Easter-themed cover. I volunteered my Photoshop savviness weeks ago, and the director told me he’d get back to me. Saturday, our Stage Manager presented his designs for the covers, which were nothing more than Microsoft Word Clip Art. They look like rubbish, and the entire cast agrees. I approached the director on Sunday, asking if that was indeed the final artwork and if he would let me make up some new designs that looked more professional. I suggested for the circus cover an image our dramaturg put on the wall of a model posing with two elephants. The director immediately dismissed me, saying that the image was a famous photograph from the early 50s and therefore was anachronistic for a musical taking place in the early 40s. WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? SO IS MICROSOFT WORD CLIP ART. ARRRRGH.

    I might also mention that I spent 12 hours in rehearsal Saturday and 10 hours on Sunday. Gahkg.

    Oh, but wait. This day was so long and emotionally rollercoaster-like that I forgot that the stuff that happened this morning happened this morning. The “Runner Up To The Infuriating Person of the Day” is my Animation professor! I don’t know if I’m just not communicating my ideas effectively through my animatic or if he just isn’t getting my concept, but his suggestions are completely undermining my entire concept. “But that’s the joke!” I argue. He seems to be under the impression that an animation with a text-based punchline is inferior to an action-based punchline. And to that, I saw “teh quoi?” In the end, we agreed to disagree, and he told me that he rarely stayed 100% faithful to his original animatic, so I should just keep working and wait to decide on anything, in a tone of voice that said “Keep working under the delusion that your idea will work. You’ll see I’m right eventually.” Rrrgh, so irritating.

    Also frustrating today was my doctor’s refusal to refill a perscription until I’d had my blood pressure measured, which meant I had to go all the way to the CVS at 43rd street in the rain (I didn’t bring an umbrella, because it was barely even hinting at drizzling when I left), and I was in a major time crunch, as I had to pick up the perscription before class at 4:30, because I wouldn’t have time to walk back to the CVS on 39th after Virtual World Design class, because I would need to have dinner, then go to the theatre at 6:30 to meet with my director to talk about the things I detailled earlier in this post. Not enough time. And this is a daily perscription that I was completely out of that seriously messes up my body chemistry when I don’t take it. I missed a day once, and spent the next THREE WEEKS in my period. (Oh yeah, those three weeks ended yesterday. That explains some of my recent angst!)

    Meanwhile, the Awesome Person of the Day award goes to Warren and my Virtual World Design professors! They paired me with Ari for my final project, who is an excellent coder and a close friend. And the third person in our group is apparently quite good with Physics engines, so huzzah! I’ve got the art, Ari’s got the code, and David’s got the physics! *mamboes* And they’re both utter geeks, which will make this project so much more fun. We’re considering doing something inspired by HomestarRunner.com, most likely featuring Trogdor (with cameos from the Teen Girl Squad).

    And co-winner of Awesome Person of the Day goes to Ko, who cheered me up in my fit of depression this morning with merriment and her Easter Monkey. The Easter Monkey makes everything better. Even more effective that brownies with ice cream, because Easter Monkeys don’t make you fat! *roommate loff* Afterwards, she volundeered to ninja attack either of these professors with our broken toaster, which I agreed sounded delightful. Yay for toaster attacks!

    And that’s all I have to say about that.

    Renata or someone equally awesome (not that anyone could be as awesome as Renata): Could someone send me mp3s of the last three tracks on the first CD of the Rent OBCR (LVB-A, I Should Tell You, LVB-B) and all the songs on the first “From Venus and Back” CD? Apparently my Rent CD is slightly scratched, so Jimmy flips out when he tries to get the last three tracks, and he refuses to acknowledge the presence of FVAB when I tried to rip them this morning. Feh.

    Of course, I won’t be online tonight until at least 8 due to the second day of tech, but gmail is always good (priscellie), if one would be so kind.

    Comparing himself to Season 4 Riley when he’s acting more like Season 5 Spike. Advice to the amorous: DON’T STALK MY ROOMMATE. It’s creepy.

    I come back from a gruelling 12 hours of rehearsal, dreading returning to work on my gargantuan modeling project (for Monday), and now I find out about this. This so calls for brownies and ice cream.