H introduced me to the verbal ticklings of Dylan Moran and I fell in love. His sense of humor is totally on the point. Perfect.

He did a stand up thingy in Australia, it’s called What It Is. Youtube has all the bits of it, I’ll just post the first part for you to love. It’s a good substitute for exercise: you can laugh your abs into rocks.

I love Discovery Channel. I mostly watch Mythbusters, Braniac and How It’s Made. Especially How It’s Made. I love seeing things made from scrap. And I love doing things from scrap. And I love pop science. I never really was any good at math or chemistry or physics or any of those important things. But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy them on TV, does it? No it doesn’t.

And I love the Discovery Channel ad song. It’s on all the time, but it never seems to be getting old for me.

The flu has caught up with me. I don’t feel ill or anything bad like that, but it has given me an excuse to do nothing. … like I need any excuses for that, though. But this time I don’t feel guilty about it so that’s like a whole new thing for me.

I have been watching movies for about twelve hours now. I just finished watching City of Angels. I remember when I first saw it. Gosh, I cried so hard! I was like:

why did she have to die? NO, he just got a life and he just started to feel things and then you take her away? No! what… what now… no… no-no-no he’s buying the pears! The PEARS! OH, the humanity! Why, god, why?!

And then I would watch it again, hoping that maybe this time things would go differently. As retarded as that sounds, that’s what I did. And then (surprise-surprise) it ended the same way. And I cried again. I gotta tell you I fought really hard not to break down this time. I wish I hadn’t. Now I have a headache.

In the spirit of the vampire craze that’s been going around town, I wanted to watch anything and everything vampire on TV. So I checked out The Vampire Diaries.

I have to say that it was not as divine as True Blood and not quite as sexy as Twilight, but it grew on me. Nina Dobrev doesn’t have that uniqueness to her that I would love to see in the leading lady. Nina kind of just blends in with the cast of the Hills or whoever. You know, the girls who all look like each other and you can’t really tell who’s who.

Ok, I’m not being fair. She’s pretty and she’s nice. But I can’t help but feel like there’s something missing from the picture. It’s not unfixable, though. I feel there’s hope.

- I know that although my comments may seem critical, I will be hooked nonetheless when the next episode comes out. I’m a sucker for vampires and I‘m not ashamed to admit it. –

Does anyone else see that Katerina Graham looks like Hayden Panettiere dipped in chocolate? I do. And I like chocolate. I ate a whole bar yesterday by myself. It was not pretty.

The choice of Paul Wesley as the eternal 17-year-old is a mystery to me. He is hot and so on, but 17? Come on. NEVER. I would never ever believe that he is 17. I forget about Stefan’s age all the time and every time someone mentions it I laugh. And that’s sad.

And now to the yummy part: Damon. Holy Jesus and his socks! Ian Somerhalder is hot! Damon is so gorgeous he makes Stefan look like a sad little puppy. And puppies are cute, no argument there, but you wouldn’t really want to pet one like you would Damon, would you? No, you wouldn’t.

Because that would be illegal.

It wasn’t as exciting as Twilight, but it was still pretty good. In the sense that it was a pretty good movie about hot people doing hot stuff, catering yet again to the immortal pubescent girlie girl dormant in my otherwise oh-so-grown-up self.

I did laugh though. Which makes me feel kind of good – to be able to laugh at that movie and therefore at myself (I have to say I have mastered that last skill).

I laughed when Edward (could somebody dim the lights and put some Barry on for this one?)…

…entered the scene in slow-mo…

…with his shirt open and left for the naughty wind to play with…

…looking sexy as hell, yet in a casual, effortless way that says: “I know I’m sizzlin’ hot… But I don’t care… Which makes me even hotter… But I don’t care… I’m just Edward…”

…and all the girls fell silent in the movie theatre. The silence was penetrated only by the little gasps given out from time to time from the lips of little girls in heat. I giggled my ass off. Eva shared my sense of humor. Thank God.

But I enjoyed the movie despite its lacking in plot, character development and other such itsy-bitsy details. I am not a fool: I knew exactly what it was I was going to watch when I bought the tickets. I wanted to see hot people doing hot stuff and hot was what I got. I got loads of hot. Truckloads.

So I am totally satisfied and ready for Eclipse.

PS I cannot get over Taylor Lautner’s bod. YUM-E!

I truly was glued to the seat. I had a Pepsi, but I didn’t dare drink it – what if I had to pee? I’d lose three valuable minutes! And the CGI… Oh my! What a world they have created. If I had the chance to go live on Pandora I’d do it in a heartbeat. The Na’vis and the rest of the creatures on Pandora exemplify my idea of perfect harmony, something that should be ours as well, and no doubt, once was (or at least could have been) but is lost now.

It was a wonderful thing to see.

Yes, there were drawbacks. I’m not totally blind. It was black and white, it was naive, it was made simpler than it should have been, but I get why they couldn’t have made it more real. In the sense that in real life the end would not have been as victorious on the good guys’ side as it was in Avatar. If it was real, Pandora would have been nuked without anyone even considering thinking about spending a dime on something less brutal.

Wait. IF it was real? Shut the f*ck up. It IS real. It’s not happening on Planet Fantasy or Makebelief Moon, it’s happening right here on Mother Earth and I don’t see a happy ending waving hello.

So I get why it was made so simple.

Because who would want to see Avatar – a film that is basically shouting at us that we are ignorant money-junkies who only care about the me and nothing else, showing us that the very thing that we are is destroying the potential in us to become something more –

…if it would not have a happy ending?

…if it would not end with the audience giving out a major league sigh of relief?

…if we’d actually see that we are NOT off the hook, but that we ARE responsible for a lot of destruction and that there’s a whole lot of bad karma whooshing out of our every orifice?

Who would want to see the truth?

…

You know what?

Maybe it was meant to be so naive. So that when people see it they would recognize the fact that it is too naive. Maybe they would see that this ‘good conquers all’ mentality is suitable for kindergarten. And maybe, just maybe, people will then realize that it is real. The nuking of Pandora is happening. And one day it will end. But it will not end good. They would see that this movie is a wish, but that it is one that will never come true.

Or maybe I’m just searching for something that is nowhere to be found. I tend to do that a lot so I would not be surprised. But even if my epiphanies are only relevant to me, it’s a win-win situation, because my brain is not a machine gun and no-one must die after I’m done thinking.

Whichever way anyone ever wants to put it, for me it was beautiful. And it was sad.

That was fun.

It’s quite odd that when Tom Cruise tries to kill Hitler it’s crap but when Brad Pitt tries it you go: “YAY! Bring that bitch down!” But then again it’s Tarantino. It might just be the default reaction.

At this point I cannot stand it.

I understand what is funny and I laugh and all that noise, but I hate the characters. The humor is built upon people’s quirks, the subtle (or not so subtle) weirdness of each individual. And I’d love the show if I felt sorry for the lead guy Larry David, if I thought “Oh, poor Larry, look at all those freaks you have to deal with”, but he is just as freaky and annoying! So I don’t sympathize with any of them and that makes this sort of show intolerable for me.

I get embarrassed when watching these shows and I hate that feeling. So in truth, the show itself isn’t bad, but the feeling I get from it makes me hate watching it. Yes, that’s the best way I can put it.

It has happened before that something I really really hate at first kind of grows on me and eventually I start loving it. I won’t say that this show doesn’t have a chance at that scenario, cause weirder things have happened in this world. But I will say that for now I am not touching that with a ten-foot pole. And if my boyfriend, who, by the way, loves the show, makes me watch it again in the near future, I might just smack him right across the face.

Best space western EVER!

It’s just such a shame that it lasted for only one season. But it was a very good season, every episode was a pearl, so yay. I love the fact that they opened with a longer pilot and ended the whole thing with the 2005 Serenity that gave it a nice (and quite necessary) finishing touch.

Every single episode was good. Not one of them left me wishing for something extra. And the characters are all so coulourful. You can smell Joss Whedon’s touch all over the place. (It’s a good smell, that one is.) His characters are unique. And the humor! I love it. Just my kind of laughs.

And how about that Nathan Fillion, eh? I’ve mentioned his tendency to appeal to the visual senses before. It’s something worth mentioning again somewhere in the future. Even in Buffy, where he was naughty preacherman, he was still heavenly.

Still, though: such a shame. Only one season! What a waste of good TV. I read somewhere that its short life can be attributed to some Fox bigwigs who had to make someone look bad and so they did everything they could to undermine this show. That’s just awful. Bad FOX!

Firefly was Whedon’s best contribution to TV history. Even Buffy doesn’t compare. And that’s saying something. I simply hope that someone responsible for the one-season-fiasco is dying of remorse and guilt and other very very bad feelings. Only the thought of that someone burning in a special dimension of hell gets me through the day.

I know, I know, this is getting ridiculous. One teen madness after another like this is going to drive me crazy sooner or later (and seeing as I am spending most of my time watching these shows, I’m kind of betting on sooner). But I can’t help myself. There is just such luring simplicity in these shows that I can’t resist. Being 21, I won’t get to experience the feeling of being irresponsible much longer. Being totally safe and being the little girl whose life is totally organized by parental forces that have taken care of me so far will be a thing of the past. And I guess I’m trying to hold on to those old feelings. Responsibility is not exactly what I would call one of my strengths. So the transition from the little girl into an adult kind of puts a toll on me mentally. And instead of facing my demons I do what I can do best: escape.

Roswell is presently my main exit from reality. It’s such a sweet love story and I’m a sucker for those. Liz and Max and their never-ending quest to reach togetherness… And being a fan of the whole space scene makes my falling in love with this old favorite again inevitable.

I remember when it was first shown on TV. Me and Mari were stupid for it. The lingering of the first kiss between Max and Liz during the first season created such tensions that when they finally went for it I called Mari and we just screamed at each other with joy. Oh, fun times.

The show is getting pretty serious as it goes along. Murders and teen (alien) pregnancy, armed robbery… I just started season 3 and I bet there are more serious stuff ahead. I’m counting on it. Sure, the show is at times predictable and silly and lame, but just like with Buffy the Vampire Slayer and its ‘flaws’, the flaws make Roswell that much more cuter.