On The Rope Again
I managed to decode Onanymous odorous word, so it's my turn AGAIN.
Guess away!
L.I.B.R.E.T.T.O - The text of an opera or musical
G, N, P, D, W, A, C
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Tv blabs, movie blabs, book blabs. Lots of blab, but no flab.
I managed to decode Onanymous odorous word, so it's my turn AGAIN.
G, N, P, D, W, A, C
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Mmmm, cats. Anyone remember that furry guy from Melmac? Well, he's BACK! Alf now has his own talk show! I kid you not.
I have previously criticised Sarah Michelle Gellar for portraying no interest in giving anything back to the fans, i.e. the people who make or break her. Her obvious absence in any DVD extra feature, or commentary, non attendance at the Posting Board Party or convention events. In an interview with Sci Fi Wire she defends her absence from DVD commentaries by claiming to be far too busy. I well accept that she would have been so, but put it in perspective here. Joss Whedon still found time to record commentaries for Buffy AND Angel while still running those shows along with Firefly, write a comic and a musical. Now, I know hes a master geek, but at least he knows how to give back to we fans.
I am having issues getting online at the moment, so, until I can sort it out I'll be a bit quiet.
Andrew Denton's Enough Rope is one of the best, if not THE best interview show on the box. Interviewing a vast array of interesting individuals from the biggest name to the humblest hero. Tonight he interviewed Aron Rolston, an American who, while hiking, got himself stuck down a crevice in Utah and has written a book about his ordeal.
I came up with this the other night, then Pickwick emailed me my horoscope for this week. I had to do it.
I've seen a few trailers I liked the look of recently.
I love The Thunderbirds supermarionation. If I had the will power to get up at 6am on Saturdays I'd watch it every week. Instead I'm left to reminisce the times when I'd remember to set the VCR and watch it at a far more reasonable hour. Anyway, TBirds good fun.
Hollywood is all about recycling. Why come up with a new idea, or a fantastic original concept when you can just steal it from somewhere else! Add to this the pathetic need of studios to out-do each other, and it's no wonder we are getting so much twaddle on the silver screen. There really are too many examples of this to list, so I'll just get to the point.
You expect free-to-air TV networks to screw us. You expect them to change their minds, pull the plug and make it as difficult for us to enjoy the experience of viewing as possible. But it has just gone too far!
Received my daily update in my inbox the other day from TV Guide. I was surprised to read this:
I managed to decode Onanymous' excellent word, so it's my turn again.
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This film was on in the wee hours of this morning on Nine. I hit record on the VCR and went to bed, intending to view today. What a bizarre, yet interesting, Aussie film. Set in a small country town, Mick is the son of the town's barber and local musician. His parents are having marital issues, Dad sold Mum's piano for $120, and Mum has moved into the pub. So in an effort to coax his Mum back he poses as a woman to join an all girl band.
The Wombles of Wimbledon Common are we.
Not really, but you'd better be with a small child, preferably a girl if you go and see Princess Diaries 2: The Royal Engagement.
Yesterday I purchased the final pack of Buffy DVDs. I now own all of them. 144 episode of TV history. I remember after watching the final ep that it didn't seem real, and having Angel on every week let me live on with that delusion. Now Angel has finished and I own all of the Buffys I can own. It really is over and will never be again.
All over tonight's news coverage was the national outrage at the booting of Ricki Lee from Australian Idol. I viewed most of the past 2 Sunday night shows to see how the finalists were going. Last week I was unimpressed with the people I thought were good early on, and impressed with the people I don't particularly like. The short guy's rendition of 'The Prayer' was surprising, and, I admit, it was rather good.
This week sees the return of one of my guilty pleasures. The Amazing Race is back and it's back at a reasonable hour! Thursday at 8:30pm on Seven. They have advertised it as 'back by popular demand', which makes sense when last year they moved it around so much even I lost track of it.
Jeremiah lives in a post-apocalyptic world following "The Big Death," a mysterious but devastating plague which claimed the lives of billions of people -- everyone above the age of puberty.It began in the US in 2002 and is apparently still running, although I find it odd that Perry has just joined Tru Calling as a regular. Two shows at once is tricky! Jeremiah is on Thursday night at 12 midnight on Seven.
The world, for this generation of lost children, was shattered forever when they were forced to bury their parents. Life has become a bleak and seemingly soulless attempt to stay alive - to plunder, forage or barter for food and clothes and to seek out the sordid and fleeting pleasures that briefly distract them from their lives of terror and savage desperation.
The Animated Buffy is still in the works. Showtime have been rumoured to have expressed interest and if no US network picks it up you can bet that I'll be buying it on DVD :-)
I am recovering nail biter.
If you've been watching Ten lately, then chances are you've seen one of their teasers for the mini-series The 4400. At first I thought this was just another drama miniseries that I would avoid, then I saw an extended trailer for it, and it caught my attention. Here's Ten's blurb:
Over the last century, thousands of people have gone missing. Suddenly and inexplicably, 4400 missing people are returned all at once, as they were on the day they vanished. Unclear what this world altering-event means, the government investigates the 4400 to piece together where they've been and why they've been returned. It quickly becomes apparent that their presence will change the human race in ways no one could have ever foreseen.
I am an irregular viewer of The Panel, mainly because of one person. Kate. I like to think that I am, generally, above disliking TV personalities. I accept that shows I watch will feature characters I don't like. I am able to accept that I don't like the character and not blame the actor. The unfortunate thing is she's not playing a part. I have always found her irritating, enough so that I will occasionally speak harshly at the TV, something it doesn't deserve. Tonight they revealed she's having another child, and I was completely repulsed by that thought. As if one isn't enough, now she's multiplying.
...Requires superior books. A superior person also needs to use good words. Thankfully Peter Bowler has written not one, not two, but three books that give us just that! I only found The Superior Person's Book of Words in a local bookshop yesterday and I got a little too excited about it. I resisted the urge to buy it and The Superior Person's Second Book of Weird and Wondrous Words. Now that I've just done an Amazon search, I was elated to discover a third in the series: The Superior Person's Third Book of Well-Bred Words.
Ever since the first time I saw Pleasantville I've wondered what I would be like to have that experience for myself. What show would I want to be zapped into? There is the obvious, but where else would I like to visit? Would I want to stay?
Underwhelmed, or perhaps only whelmed (if that's even possible). That's how I feel about the Terry Brooks series The Voyage of Jerle Shannara. I'm currently midway through the third volume called 'Morgawr'.
Channel 7 is dipping back into the barrel of 'what haven't we aired for 6 months'. Tonight was the annual airing of Titanic.
...and the little one said "Roll over you great lumps!".
It's October already! Now it's the 3rd of October! Where did this year go? I've been constantly blogging since April. I've not worked near enough this year. How has it gone by so quickly? In 32 days I'm going away, and 30 days after that will be the last show I will work on this year. Then it is 2 months till my next job. How can the first 60 days seem so short, yet the next feel like they will last forever.
When does it become a problem?