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( Sep. 15th, 2012 01:23 am)

As you can see, I post the odd open entry but most of my stuff is friends only. Join me if you want to read everything. I'm a bit grumpy but I don't bite.
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( Oct. 10th, 2009 12:32 am)



Never Mind the Buzzcocks

LOL. I miss the old Buzzcocks team -Mark Lamarr included-, Noel Fielding is boring and childish and even with Phill and a good host it just feels silly and somewhat dispensable. I fear the era of the panel show could be coming to an end. QI on BBC1 is lacking and Mock the Week might be a train wreck without Frankie Boyle (I'm hoping this won't be the cese, but...)

The Era of Costume Drama at the BBC is coming to an end, too, apparently. It'd be a pity if the last two big productions they did were that bland and half-arsed attempt at Little Dorrit and this new Emma, which I'm liking despite the leads. I was expecting not to enjoy Jonny Lee Miller as Mr Knightley (he's dull, severe and insecure, not much of a Knightley IMHO, although I'm tolerating him much better than I expected, and even have hopes for him in the remaining episodes), but my doubts about Romola Garai came as a surprise. Especially because she's a great Emma, snobbish, effervescent and intelligent, but I hate that they have gone for the whole "modern" body language trend. It breaks the mood in an unpardonable way. The script is perfect, the supporting characters are a joy (Tamsin Greig's Miss Bates breaks my heart; Michael Gambon is a fantastic and believable Mr Wodehouse and Jodhi May is the best Miss Taylor I've seen) but seeing Emma running wild, slouching languidly on a couch and flailing her hands while she talks is not what I imagine when I read this:

Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.

It's no use giving the actors beautiful, accurate costumes and getting gorgeous houses from the period and a little old village where you cover any sign of the modern times to create the perfect Regency setting when you are going to have the actors play the characters as if they were hanging around the pub, watching the football on a Saturday night. And I'm quite convinced this was a decision from the director because Romola has done many other period pieces and she definitely does 19th Century better than most.

Despite all this, I'm happy with it. Probably because Emma is not my favourite Austen novel*, and my love for the story comes from its abundance of interesting and funny secondary characters and a the glimpse at social differences between a small community it provides. In that respect the first episode was faultless. I can't wait to see the rest.

P.S.Yes, I love Glee. It's petty and silly but it's also ironic, cruel and funny. And the musical bits are amazing. And it had Kristin Chenoweth who was a star, as always. Speaking of "Bryan Fuller actors", isn't it great that, now that we have seemingly lost Ellen Greene on Heroes, we get to see Swoosie Kurtz/Aunt Lily there instead?

*My Austen "Major" Novels list in order of preference: Persuasion, Sense and Sensibility, Pride & Prejudice, Mansfield Park, Emma, Northanger Abbey. I'd be crazy if I had to include her so called minor works there, because I really love them, in some cases more than the novels.
It just needed to be done:

Today LJ seems to work fine for me -had been a while!- and I'm bored so have a meme:

Ask me my fannish Top Five [Whatevers]. Any top fives. Doesn't matter what, really! And I will answer them all in a new post.

For years I had this picture in my wallet. I cut it out of a magazine when I was about eleven or twelve. Never told anyone it was there and I probably still have it among the papers from around when I was 19 -when I thought it was time to grow up and took it out. For years, having that picture with me made me feel better with myself. It was an 80's cheesy film but I loved it and it helped me. That's why I'm so sad John Hughes is gone, because he did something that was important in my life.

RIP John Hughes. Thank you for your movies.
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( Jul. 22nd, 2009 05:56 pm)

I'm slightly less hairy but you get the idea.
I know that, by the rules of the TV Addict Guide, I should be watching Torchwood but I can't really bring myself to care. Not even for John Barrowman or Eve Myles. Instead, I've entirely dedicated my fangirl time to randomly shout OMG!MOCK THE WEEK IS BAAAACK! (and YESSSS, FRANKIE HAS HIS BEARD ON! XD) and watching backstage stuff for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, The Movie.

I wonder why, after how much I hated the book, I am so excited about the film. Apart from the actors (Gambon? Maggie Smith? Alan Rickman? Yes, please!), I believe it's because it brings back the thrill and anticipation of my first years in the fandom (in Fandom in general because it was the first one I was involved in). I've also to admit that, even though looking coldly at it Harry Potter generally sucks, I'm still fascinated by the world and the characters, much as a child would. It's the costumes, the sets, the magic... like Disneyland but less cheap and prefabricated. Hope I can make it to a cinema where the film plays in the original version on Wednesday. Now that I think of it, I seem to remember the last time I went to movies it was to see The Order of the Phoenix. How fitting.

BTW, have you seen the promotional trailer for the new adaptation of Emma? Jonny Lee Miller is completely un-Knightley-esque (and rather sad, poor guy) but the rest looks nice (pretty please? We need good costume dramas, BBC! Especially ones with Tamsin Greig on them).

Aw, I miss my 115 icons. LJ's Free accounts suck. :(
I'm finally back on track, apparently. Have had my computer for more than a week, now, but I had troubles with the graphics card and the drivers and, in the process of fixing them, a big old screen which weights some good 12 kg fell on my leg. I didn't think much of it at first, but after a couple of days I started having blood circulation problems made worse by the heat and PMS and the blow got worse. In the end, the doctor at the emergency department -who looked A LOT like Robert Picardo (this had me and mum giggling for some minutes)- recommended short walks in the evenings and resting in bed during the day. The swelling and the ugly purple colour have faded considerably, now, and, although it still hurts a bit, I decided it was time for me to sit in front of the computer for more than five minutes on end again and write something here, even though, apart from the injury, there's not much going on.

- I've been employing myself with:

a) My Aubrey-Maturin audiobook listening. I'm with Desolation Island, now.

b) A continued spree of medieval social history readings (if I ever go back to uni, I'll go for medieval stuffs again, even if it means having to master the dreaded paleography) + Charles Darwin: Voyaging which I took from the library and has me completely hooked.

c) A meticulous observation of my neighbour's chickens and ducks (no, I don't live in the country; yes, they are in his back garden).

d) More watching of Star Trek TOS than should be healthy. The life sized Spock behind my door (it was removed a few years ago, even though it had lived there for more than 10 years, and put back in its rightful place last month) is smirking at me. He knows I'm obsessed!

e) German learning mp3 courses (for the lulz, really, because they are meant to be merely an introduction to the language but I have too much fun with them, because they are so weird and unintentionally funny) and Italian grammar workshops.

- Also been trying to avoid:

a) The heat (and failing until yesterday, when the weather turned nice, cold and Irish all of a sudden)

b) The news. With all the José Tomás and bullfighting exaltation shit, the San Fermines, the Catalan politicians being stupid and sucking up to the Spanish government on loop, I got so angry I decided not to turn the tv on at least until August (caved only this afternoon, because an especially Spike centric episode of Buffy was on).

There you go. That's really my average summer, actually, although I must be careful and keep my rate of 2 outings a week (or more) despite the heat if I don't want my agoraphobia to get worse.

P.S. OMG! Mum just brought up [personal profile] sharpiefan's parcel with the Master and Commander OST!

*kisses it and jumps in the seat*

Thank you, my dear, you are a star.
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( Jun. 25th, 2009 05:08 pm)
Just 10 minutes of free internet at our rather nice town's library left, enough to say "hi! I just read back 2 weeks of f-list entries and although my head is about to explode I'm happy to see you all seem to be doing fine"


I'm ok, bit frustrated and still computer-less, but holding up.

Looked up English Exam result: got 98%. Nice to see my subconscious mind still knows how to write and has a hold on my cognitive processes because I can't remember anything I did that day, apart from meeting C. Also, lol at the examiners in the oral & writing tests for giving me full marks despite the sillyness, the fanfic, the Spain bashing and the Scotland love.

In the computer front, as I thought, motherboard is dead. Will call later to give permission to repair it, even if it will cost 160€ which I will have to pay by credit from my card, which is something I never do because I'd rather starve than face debt. But I must think of Mock the Week in less than 2 weeks and my rather bad Aubrey/Maturin deprivation. If I had not had such a history of disaster with my clumsy fingers of doom I'd probably try and replace the bitch and reinstall Windows myself (my geek levels reached "Critical" and, yes, I know how to do it) but I've proven in several occasions that my hands can't be trusted with delicate matters beyond baking or knitting.

So that's it. Oh, no, wait. Also wanted to say than I'm available for meeting people again, so, if you want to have a tea and a chat, just give me a ring or drop me a line.

If all goes well I'll be back soon. In the meantime: be good!
Can't sleep. I'm going to have lunch at one of mum's friends house, tomorrow - it might be nice, I actually like the woman, which is rare because I hardly ever like people- but I've never been to the place and my mind is going all Sandy Olsson about it. Typical agoraphobic behaviour. Bad, bad stuff.

Was trying to keep my silly thoughts away and entertain myself by reading TMC until Stephen Motherfucking Maturin got on board of the the Wasp*, Jack got tremendously jealous and I squeed out loud because Wentworth/Maturin is my second favourite Austen/PO'B crossover pairing, after Pullings/Catherine Morland (I'm weird, I know). Then I saw HIGNFY which was without doubt the best of the series so far (maybe I'm biased because I think David Mitchell is too good for his wardrobe) and then George Gently, which wasn't as good as last week, but had lots of Bacchus to compensate. I am now rewatching Very Annie Mary. I can't believe I had not seen this one before! I's so sad and funny at the same time, so musical, loser-centered and so full of gorgeously awkward Rachel Griffiths, it looks as if it had been made on purpose to fit my tastes. And then, of course, it had the added bonus of Ioan Gruffudd singing a song from "Annie Get Your Gun" in all his campy splendour:

P.S. Why is everyone I know going to Scotland this summer? I'm going to cry and pout until I can go, too. I've been wanting to visit Scotland and the north of England since I was 13 and the Industrial Revolution bug bite me in the eye. Not fair.

*Yes, I know, in Persuasion Captain Wentworth gets the Asp which was a sloop and not even a commercial ship but, c'mon, it's only a letter away! And the description of the young captain fits Wentworth at first... Ok, I have no excuse, I'm worst than Louisa Musgrove herself.