the nomness

Still don’t know when it begins airing but for anyone who’s around BBC2 for the remainder of the month, do keep your eyes and ears open. I’m all a-flutter from the evil half smile at the end.

Also, and I swear I’m only looking at the man, but sometimes it’s best not to stare directly at teh pretteh. You can see more that way. And what do I see now but DAMN dude, boxers much?

I know soon is a relative term but relatively soon Effbit & I will once again be in the same geographical region, the same state, and eventually the same bar (undoubtedly). Effbit is hitting the big time Big Tex style, YEEEHAAAWWW! Ok, sorry about that. I’m much more excited about the Effbit part, not so much for the Texas bit but whatever, beggars and choosers and all that. There will be State Fair and corny dogging it up, there will be some serious Granny fried chicken, and there will be a proper introduction to the town I’ve lived in now for almost 7 months. Holy crap it’s been a minute. HALP. We’re also taking a side trip to New Orleans to visit MY OLDEST FRIEND IN THE WORLD, who is my age (for all you clever kids who know I’m down with the geriatrics…IT’S NOT THAT KIND OF OLD). There’s some shit that’s been flying around in the air for far too long and that shit is gonna go DOWN.

I’m a wee bit excited. My pre-Effbit grocery list contains the following: booze, tea, & cheese.

It is so on.

And also also, once all these shenanigans have been shanned and I’m alone again (naturally), my new favorite greatest show ever will be picking back up with new episodes airing on BBC2. The Thick Of It begins airing a new series of 8 sometime towards the end of October. Now, I don’t actually get BBC2 but I am confident I can finagle something in the way of viewing this future masterpiece, for I refuse to be separated from my sweary hotscot dreamboat for longer than it takes some enterprising young Brit to rip and post. If I could watch the show live when it airs, I would, just as I would buy the original series and two specials on Region 1 DVD if they in fact PRODUCED SUCH AN ITEM. Ahem. I know it’ll happen eventually, just not fast enough for my liking.

Please please please, let me, let me, let me, let me, get Malcolm Tucker on Region 1. kthxfuckityBYEEEEEEEEE

It’s been a while since I’ve done an “oh shit, it’s the day after and I’m still rocking a decent buzz” post, so here goes. I find I’m most creative when I am not particularly focused on any one thing. And this was really a 4 day bender, so let me throw that out there as well.

I met my first online type person Thursday.  Was a fabulous time. Many, many, many bevvies of the boozy variety were had, and I wasn’t hacked up in little pieces.  All in all a success, in spite of the psycho Norman Bates-type who followed us from Sweetwater to Diamond, and then, in his drunken mumble-speak, asked if I would like to “go hang out.”  Like then and there.  He wanted the Effbit, and it was uncomfortable and awkward.  I may have laughed.  In his face.  Yes yes yes, I am kinda bitchy.  We know this.  Anyway, the experience was overall a pleasant one and is definitely opening the door for other meet ups – Jordan, of KSWI fame, I’m looking at you.  I’m staring down my eurasian nose at you.  Seriously.  We can make this happen.  I mean hell, I posted that dog-sports player thing last week.  That’s gotta count for something.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, I took a blog break.  And I’m sober.  Huh.  Look at that.

I like me a literate man. Also, mildly obsessive and a little emo. What.

Fear not, loyal reader(s), it is Monday. I will go and have sushi and possibly some japanese beer.  Or sake.  Or both.  Followed by a sangria.  The possibilities are endless.  As is, I’m discovering, my interest in younger men.

I'm really ok with this smirk. I'm also discovering, after last night's charming bartender, that I have a soft spot for a lilting southern accent. I am ok with this too.

Very often we have an image of ourselves that isn’t necessarily projected to the outside world. Not all of us, mind, but some of us. Take for example my friend’s friend, let’s call her Emma. Emma gives the impression of being of the All American Fantasy Doll. She’s blonde. She’s blue-eyed. She’s a lovely figure. She has beautiful teeth (these may not be a god-given gift, but we’ll go with it). She smiles at the right times. She’s able to keep it in her pants when it comes to silliness or flightiness. What you don’t know, about Emma, is that she has a DARK DARK DARK sense of humour. I have found myself liking her more and more of late – apparently this side of her doesn’t come out unless she’s comfortable with you.

Which brings me to my point. We, the thinking women of the media-heavy generation, for the most part, have a Dark Nom. These don’t necessarily HAVE to be sinister.  Some people include my dear Alan as their Dark Nom (when your nom is along the lines of Matthew McConaughey I can see this point, I guess – but not really.  Matthew McConaughey makes my ovaries die slowly and painfully, so, then there’s that).  I’m going to venture to include another “darker” character, very often idolized by those denizens of dark places: the goths.  Enter, Neil Gaiman.

He writes. He writes darker fantasy. Lord knows I have darker fantasies.

I’m going to be careful about what I say about Neil.  He has a hyper-public relationship with one Amanda Palmer.  I admire her goodself in her own right – I challenge you not to love “Who Killed Amanda Palmer.”  It’s a brilliant album, and I’m sure the book is quite phenomenal as well.  I have not been able to bring myself to read it, however.  My voyeurism does have its limits.  You see, Neil wrote each story to a collection of photographs of a “dead” Amanda Palmer.  The collaboration is too much after the tweets.  And the blogs.  And the You Tube videos I watch – while my voyeurism has limits, it is still, after all, voyeurism.  So, Neil, I fancy the pants and the pen off of you, but I am going to have to throw this one on the back burner.

And then, of course, there is that vampire thing.  The wave that’s hit the hormones of hundreds of thousands, dare I say millions???, of ladyfolk around the world.  There always was the sensuality of the classic vampire.  It has lain latent until recently, when pop media has picked it up and ran with it.

Dark dark dark.  Am I complaining?

No.  No, I don’t believe I am.

Outstanding patient of the week. Wow. Mugabe comes to Jersey. Unbelievable. Or rather, incredibly, just believable enough. If I had any purchase in the production world of House I’d say congratulations all around for some extraordinary work, but not having any and saying that just makes me sound like a tremendous douche so I’ll stick to the hotness.

I can’t quite decide which of the blonde wonder twins grew a relatively bigger pair last night but my guess is they won’t be battling about it for long.

Last night’s anticipatory TV schedule felt so much like junior high that I was tempted to look forward to Kate & Allie. Starting with House, followed by Lie To Me (and I had just enough presence of mind to avoid next week’s teaser. go me), then a brief field trip for sustenance, back in time for Letterman and Steve Martin (who rocked the chair with his hot socks and tortoiseshells), and ending the evening with Craig Ferguson. Oh. My. God. A friend told me she was crushing on him a year or so ago but I thought nothing of it. Oh. My. God. She should’ve elaborated. I truly don’t think this is feeding off my #1 hotscot (although they did know each other in Glasgow) (hee, I’d die for pics). Ferguson minces around all over the place and somehow it’s not annoying. How is this possible? Not only is it not annoying, it’s CHARMING and fucking ADORABLE. Incredible. And he’s on every weeknight!? There go my early mornings.

I watched an NFL double-header on Fox today and had to avert my eyes and ears (what) every time a House promo came on. The little bit of info that made it through before I earmuffed it has led to me overthinking tomorrow’s episode. It seems to involve the hospital (yay!), Cameron (ehh, surefinewhatever), and possibly James Earl Jones? Intriguing. And Foreman’s mustache seemed to be way out in front for some reason, although not quite to the extent of Broncos’ quarterback Kyle Orton. Holy shit Namath, live the line – you KNOW their record is at least 85% attributable to the ’stache (which looks WAY better in Denver than it ever did in Chicago) (maybe ‘better’ is the wrong word. more powerful?) (and apologies to regular readers for all the NFL talk, but…..no, fuck that noise. I AM READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL).

I was pulling some images off my phone the other day and realized I have quite the selection of paused images from my projector. On occasion I’ll be watching something that Effbit needs to see so I’ll pause the thing and send her a pic. This has resulted in an amusing collection of mostly skewed images of yummy menfolk that I now feel compelled to share. Enjoy, until tomorrow (or, god forbid, Eff actually ever posts anything EVER AGAIN).

Balls!

C’mon, I couldn’t resist. The fact that I was battling both House & Wilson in order to make jokes about balls had me giggling for way longer than was entirely necessary. Then I’d catch glimpse of the steel grey and lose my train of thought once more. I don’t care how OOC this neuHaus is, I love it. He’s obviously still gonna be an ass (thank god) but now he’s an ass trying to change for the better, and getting to see him in these over-the-top ridiculous situations is perhaps our little present for sticking with him as long as we have. I’m also dying to get some syringes and try the egg trick. I love everything about the egg trick. Except the apron.

But really…can we get him back into the hospital now? The gnocchi scene was cute and all but I don’t wanna watch flirty flirts over baked potatoes. Beyond that, I guess the dick mantle has been officially passed to Foreman (but he seriously needs to keep away from House’s balls), thank god Cuddy ditched those fugly bangs, I LOVE nerds but this POTW made me want to murder, and Taub is the greatest.

Heh. Could NOT resist. This’ll be a regular Tuesday morning thing going forward I’m sure.

Just talkin’ ’bout shaft….what. First off (or I guess second at this point), I HATE watching broadcast programming. I hate the commercials and my projector hates the video signal, choosing to display at easily half the brightness it proudly displays every single other piece of video I chuck at it. My old Star Wars VHS tapes are brighter than network programming for godssake, and I’m talking Han Shot First old. Jesus Christ network programming, quit trying to browbeat me into HD by making SD a painful bitch to watch. I HAVE an HD projector. I don’t WANT to pay for HD cable. Bitches. Ahem.

I swear I’m of half a mind to track down last night’s ep online to watch again in proper contrast but I’ve promised myself to watch this season live and not to partake in any Tuesday morning cheating. And honestly, after last night I’m of half a mind full stop. Really? It takes a month in a sanitorium for House to successfully charm his way onto Lola’s chair? Really? A) there’s no way she held out that long, and 2) I still think he was faking the healing because he was a huge fan of that movie and just wanted to see how she’s aging. Turns out, pretty fucking A-OK even without the tangerine hair. Other than that, motherfuckin’ NYAGHHhh. House knows he’s pretty but seeing him use his powers for good instead of evil is a heady thing and I’m glad I made that no-downloads promise to myself because otherwise I’d be getting very little work done today. In a chair. Shit…may have to stand all day.

Last night’s ep was incredible on many levels but I think the biggest one is that I honestly can’t picture this new House at PPTH. Dealing with Wilson after hours, yes. But Evil Nurse Brenda? Cuddy? Cottages? I honestly can’t see it, nor can I see how they’ll accept that he’s actually changed (and also to see how easy it may be to get this new soberho onto a chair *CUDDY*). She should organize a hospital-wide screening of last night’s ep so everyone can take the same journey we did, to understand that he sincerely wants to change. But then we run into this pesky problem of fantasy vs reality, and this is why Effbit is my BFFandEver. We straddle that line with limitless flexibility.

Jesus, and here’s where I should be posting pics from last night’s ep but since I’m not DL’ing I can’t screencap. Fuck. I may have to make allowances for Tuesday morning posts.

Dearest Gentle Readers,

I am back. I didn’t post while away, I’m terribly sorry. For this reason, please allow me to rant.

I hate MOTHERFUCKING AT&T.

Here’s the situation. I was an AT&T customer for years (back when it was Cingular, then AT&T – it may or may not have been AT&T first, but sure, I can’t remember…). Their customer service was horrid. I mean EVERY MONTH for the last year of my contract I had a problem with the bill. Random numbers (to and from Brazil?! My Portuguese is nonexistent), charges, and just very abrasive CS reps. Awful. So finally, I switched to Tmobile. Choosing them was primarily a decision based on their international rates, both while in the US and while abroad. You see, this may not have been clear earlier, but I do a fair bit of traveling.

All was well and good for several years. Then the iPhone was introduced. And motherfucking AT&T holds the monopoly on their service. Well, I held out. For 2 years. And this year, as my 2nd Blackberry died, I figured, why the hell not.

Well, I’ll tell you why the hell not. They charge OUT THE ASS for Data Roaming. Seriously. It was fecking INSANE what they wanted to charge me. 20G for 29.99? Have you ANY IDEA the amount of EMAILS alone that I receive on this bloody thing?

Not to mention that everyone in Dublin seems to be stingy with their Wifi (what, I can’t steal service from you? AW, C’MOOOOON!!!!). So, my work was lagging, my blogging was nonexistent, and I believe that Laymee and I nearly had to be committed due to separation anxiety.

I should also make clear that on a personal note, I cannot seem to focus at ALL lately.  Everything I can do to keep on top of work!!

But here we go. A little of Ireland for you.

First pint on Irish soil for this trip. It's a tradition, always in the Dublin airport. As this is not just a tradition for yours truly, I honestly believe the airport has one of the best pints in Dublin; they go though the stuff like mad. Frequently poured = Fresh Guinness.

So back to the matter at hand.  Have any of you seen this chef d’oeuvre?

Yes, I can give you a moment.  Sweet baby Jesus, I certainly needed one.

There is some business we have to discuss. Jordan, I am woman enough to admit that I have a nearly less than platonic hard on for you.  Laymee has professed her “admiration” for yourgoodself, and we applaud you.  In offering, allow me to present this:

This, I'm sure, has some significance to you, Jordan, and so, enjoy.

Which brings us to why we fancy clever-types such as our blogcrush over there.  Wit.  Ladies, if a fella can make me laugh, he already has a foot in the door.  Which leads us to the obvious progression that almost anything else he wishes can follow.

That’s all there is to it. And meth is NOT a good look for my man (or any man, come to think of it). I am in a STATE waiting for tonight’s premiere as this will be the first time in forever and ever that I’ve actually planned to watch a show as it airs. I’m usually one of those DVD marathon fans. I was slightly spoiled to the events of last season before getting my S5 DVDs but nothing beat actually seeing them all at once and commercial-free. That’s a beautiful thing and my GOD he is a beautiful thing.

So now I’m ready. I marathoned that shit over the past week, I’m down with the “it was all a dream” bullshit because it was a BALLS HAWT dream and I can get behind that. I love the hair, I love the potential of Potente, I am READY. And I am attempting to remain unspoiled for each episode. I’ll read everything up and down after it airs, but I’ve seen only one preview and am kinda wishing I hadn’t seen that. I guess it helps that I don’t regular watch TV. It also helps that House doesn’t air on Turner Classics, thus further decreasing the off-chance I’d see an ad. Woohoo!

Just have to wait 8 more hours. Crap.

Mistah Lover Lover