Variations on the same theme

Happy birthday, Joss! May I remind all of you that can afford it that Browncoats everywhere are all buying a copy of Serenity today, and that you should too. Even if you already own it. Share the love, spread the love, today's the day to buy that DVD. ...except I haven't bought DVDs or books for months and there's a reason for that and I'm starting to get very stressed about money issues so, yeah, I won't. I'm sorry. Does that make me a bad Browncoat? I'm trying to rationalise it by assuring myself that it's not like the French numbers of Serenity sales would ever reach enough to be noticed. It's sadly true.

In other news - Pride tomorrow yay! Here's to hoping the weather's nice. It rained on Wednesday for the Fête de la musique, but fun was had anyway, even though I still like that holiday better in cities of a more moderate size. We saw some capoeira, though, which took me a few years back.

What else? What else. I'm finally watching Mawdryn Undead thanks to vandonovan, I've got halfway through it and it's so. Much. Better than Terminus is (although I'm liking Planet of Fire better so far).

We've got Maltese crashing at home for Pride, and a Romanian maybe at some point, and of course pee_wai yay! I need to get some sleep tonight if I want to be alive and kicking for Pride - we're meeting up to change the lorry into a float at 10.

A few spoilery thoughts on Rescue Me 3x04. ( ... )

Finally, watching the second season of Deadwood feels like coming home. Those beautiful shots, the strength and vulnerability of these characters. And on a very shallow note Titus Welliver has never been this attractive. And I've been crushing on him for years. And Alma keeps taking my breath away. And and and. *loves*

So, well, yeah. Three episodes ago, Rescue Me made me cry. Two episodes ago, quite frankly, I didn't get that much into it. One episode ago, it gripped my heart. And tonight, the finale dug its nails into it.

( Rescue Me finale rant... )( ...followed by a rant on the fashion that is gayness in today's fictions. )

And to conclude this rant with something I'm not sure fits with any of the points I was making, guys, go check out the trailer for "Hellbent." I swear. You need to. A gay horror flick. It's bound to be fun - either because it's really bad, or because it's really good at not taking itself seriously. Cheesy gay films can just be so much fun.

Had a nice little holiday in Brittany, despite overall pretty crappy weather. I spent quality time with the family (I love my family!), ate some niiiice food, did some shopping, did some watching, did some iconing, did some writing. I'll post the writing as it gets betaread and approved for posting, and there'll be an icon post one of these days, and as for the watching... ( Find out! )

Other than that, we went to the cinema on Sunday night and caught Mr. and Mrs. Smith, which was really excellent. I didn't think I'd say that, but truly. It's such good entertainment, well-written, well-acted, everything. And I love Brad Pitt. So. Much, right now. Loved Vince Vaughn, too. I laughed quite a bit. Ok, more than a bit. And people clapped at the end!

Also watched 2x06 of Rescue Me, and am now consumed with anxiousness about the fate of a particular character. And I wanna comfort another one so much. Aw. Poor baby.

I'm now trying to catch up with my flist, but it's quite hard. I'll try to at least read whatever fiction has been posted, but I can't make any promise.

And I love Nathan Fillion.

I'm expecting HPB in the mail tomorrow, so that's when I'll go back to Paris. In the meantime, I've watched more "Rescue me" and "24" Day 3.

( Rescue me rant. )

( 24 Day 3 rant. )

( Emmy nominations rant. )

What with watching all of that, I haven't even had time to write anything. Can't we have longer days? Like, 28 hours, I'm sure four extra hours would be enough.