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Sunday Night, Coming Down
Jan. 11th, 2009 11:51 pmAaalmost finished the FearZone column today, but then had to go to dinner at my Mom's. The rest of the day had been pretty much already sacrificed to chores and looking after Steve, who managed to do something to himself by ordering a pizza last night and was up from 4:00 AM on, alternately shitting and puking. God knows I don't feel so great myself, since I came home at roughly 3:00 AM with a massive, needle-through-the-eye, almost-puke-making migraine I think may have been brought on by A) watching TV all day, B) drinking all day or C) eating pasta sauce cooked with red wine. The weird crap our bodies put us through!
Anyhow: Long story short, True Blood's pretty awesome. Not perfect--some of the characterization is shaky, and the whole "God hates fangs" subplot conflating prejudice against vampires with prejudice against gay or non-white people can get fairly ham-handed. OTOH, it has one of the best smackdown sequences I've ever seen, perpetrated by a flaming black queen against three redneck morons; afterwards, I turned to kelpqueen and said: "Now, that's the sort of thing people always look at and say [sneering] 'oh, wish fulfillment'...but you know what? I could use a whole lot more wish fulfillment of this type in popular culture generally, especially when it's done like that."
Plans for the week, as of this moment: Avoid further sickness; finish Chapter Two of A Book of Tongues; file the column, then file another ASAP; get an email to Michael McMaster about Year Zero ASAP; write at least 1,000 words on "Strange Weight"; maybe outline The Clot. Of course, I also have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, a dentist's appointment on Tuesday, and the usual schedule with Cal to deal with--but hell, while I'm dreaming, I'd like to finally get that x-ray on my shoulder done, too. Because I can already feel the numbness spreading downwards.
P.S.: Here's the title sequence for True Blood, in all its gothic glory. It's pretty good once, but becomes utterly hypnotic the more you watch it; twelve times in a row, and you start to feel both like you wrote the damn song, and that that catfish is staring at you. Enjoy.;)
Anyhow: Long story short, True Blood's pretty awesome. Not perfect--some of the characterization is shaky, and the whole "God hates fangs" subplot conflating prejudice against vampires with prejudice against gay or non-white people can get fairly ham-handed. OTOH, it has one of the best smackdown sequences I've ever seen, perpetrated by a flaming black queen against three redneck morons; afterwards, I turned to kelpqueen and said: "Now, that's the sort of thing people always look at and say [sneering] 'oh, wish fulfillment'...but you know what? I could use a whole lot more wish fulfillment of this type in popular culture generally, especially when it's done like that."
Plans for the week, as of this moment: Avoid further sickness; finish Chapter Two of A Book of Tongues; file the column, then file another ASAP; get an email to Michael McMaster about Year Zero ASAP; write at least 1,000 words on "Strange Weight"; maybe outline The Clot. Of course, I also have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, a dentist's appointment on Tuesday, and the usual schedule with Cal to deal with--but hell, while I'm dreaming, I'd like to finally get that x-ray on my shoulder done, too. Because I can already feel the numbness spreading downwards.
P.S.: Here's the title sequence for True Blood, in all its gothic glory. It's pretty good once, but becomes utterly hypnotic the more you watch it; twelve times in a row, and you start to feel both like you wrote the damn song, and that that catfish is staring at you. Enjoy.;)
