Balance

Ok, so I just bitched about Moonlight. But I feel compelled to counter that with some high praise for another show.

Dr. Who. It's... it's... it's awesome.

That show just seems to get better and better every single episode. Once again, I was literally on the edge of the couch for the last few minutes and the preview of next week's season finale.

Jesus Christ on a palomino, that's good TV. I just wish that the DVD sets weren't so freakin' expensive.

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Angel Lite

Just watched Moonlight.

Seriously? I mean, really? C'mon! Try a little here.

It's just Angel, but watered down and mainstreamed for America.

You know, it's not really worth getting all fired up about even though I know that's what you guys want me to do. I have better things to do- namely going to the kitchen, making a bourbon and coke, and then watching a real show about a vampire detective in Los Angeles that I happen to have on DVD.

Really? Sheesh.

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They even had Rudolf Martin (the guy that played Dracula on Buffy) on the show as a vampire wannabe. *sigh*

With new life often comes death

So, not long after the Future Overlord and I welcomed the newest member of the household with open arms, we lost a dear member of the family.

First, my DVR is now up and running with 2 shows already recorded- both of which I watched on airing but was just testing out the DVR. And thanks to the worldly and sage advice of Adubya, I had the DirecTV technician install a 2nd line so that I can watch 1 thing and record another or record 2 things simultaneously if I'm out. It's awesome.

But there is not all joy in Big Dumb American-ville. My vacuum cleaner died. Cancer, I believe. Well, I say that because it went out smoking.

Right in the middle of cleanup after the technician left, there was a new bad sound coming from the vacuum and then a funky smell. At first, I thought the dog farted, or maybe I did. But it was the vacuum cleaner crapping itself before passing on I suppose. And then a worse smell and finally the smoke.

"That's not good."

So I put it out to pasture out front for a bit, and I'll have to take it to the dump or try and Gcycle it or something.

Not being able to not finish a vacuuming job, I had to go and fire up Old Cranky. OC is my other vacuum cleaner, whose a bit like a semi-retired special forces operative- he only gets called out to clean up the big, nasty messes. I call him Old Cranky because he's, well, old and louder than Hell. I mean, I think they heard him several doors down. But he got the job done.

So, soon we'll probably be welcoming in another new family member in the form of a young, impressionable vacuum cleaner. I'm sure it'll make me proud.

Oh well, time to continue the mourning and healing processes by messing around with my DVR, whom I've named Deaver (name that movie).

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TV > Posting

Sorry, but it's true. Been too busy catching all the new and returning shows to be literary-minded.

Honestly, I have been meaning to post my reviews of everything, but just haven't gotten around to it.

Sorry.

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My new precious

Guess what new-fangled technology the Big, Dumb American will be getting shortly?

My holy grail: a DVR.

Yep, finally got around to calling DirecTV and upgrading my account to include a DVR.

Only problem is, I have to wait until the 28th for them to come and install it. And then I don't even get the weekend to play around with it, as I have to go out of town for the weekend. So a crash course in DVRing from the technician will be in order to get me through until I can get back that Sunday afternoon and geek out with it.

Great googily moogily, I can't wait.

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Stupid budgetary constraints

Finally got in touch with Savannah's HR yesterday, only to find out that things are in a holding pattern right now.

Due to city budget issues, they aren't starting a new class in January like they were planning on. She said maybe in April though. April? Christ that's a long time to wait.

And they're not really notifying people about drug tests or anything right now either, as they have to wait until they have a class date set before they can . So we're just supposed to keep on doing what we've been doing: waiting. At least I don't have to go through the whole process again.

But today I turned in another application for Statesboro as I recently learned of an opening. The app deadline had already passed, but I emailed the new HR guy, letting him now I wanted to apply and asking him to please consider me for this opening (aren't I polite?). He said he would, but to hurry; so I filled it out last night and dropped it off this morning after talking to him for a bit.

Honestly, I'd rather get on in Savannah, but I'd feel stupid to not put in here just to be safe. But what do I do if I get offered the job in Statesboro? Do I take it when I'd rather be in Savannah? Or do I pass and take my chances waiting to hope I get an offer from Savannah several months from now? I kinda want to just take the first offer that comes and make the most of it, even if it's not exactly what I really want (or what I think I want). But if I'm going after a dream, why should I settle for something less? Or maybe I'm supposed to get on in Statesboro...

Damn it. Decisions decisions.

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The roof, the roof, the roof is on... the ground?

They're finally getting around to reshingling my roof. 'Bout damned time, as I think I'm one of the last units to have it done.

However, this is a day that I doubt the Future Overlord has been looking forward to. Instead of his usual lazy day of sleeping, moving spots, sleeping, barking at a few people in the window, and more sleeping; now he's pretty much probably just going ape shit for the majority of the day until he gets bored with barking. Which probably takes damned near forever as he likes to bark when he gets going. But I'm not home for most of it; and as long as he doesn't tear anything up, I could care less. Bark away, buddy. Bark away.

Now if they'll just come and re-do the siding to match everybody else, it'll look like they could charge more to live here. Not that I'll pay it, but it'll look like it.

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Gone Paneling

My one real gripe about Dragon*Con was the fact that there wasn’t enough comic book representation there. Other than the dealer’s room or maybe the Walk of Shame, what I really wanted to see were comic panels. I mean, I didn’t expect anything like you’d find at San Diego or Chicago; but I was hoping for something. Granted, they had a few comic book panels, but nothing that got me riled up or even all that interested. And a lot of the other panels they had to make up for it were a little on the lame side (“How to Train Dragons”? Really?).

But we ended up checking out 2 panels that were pretty damned good. And to be honest, they would have been much better without all the nerds. Well, without all the stupid nerd questions anyways.

"Go team Venture!"

Panel #1: Venture Bothers

Co-hosted by Doc Hammer, one of the co-creators/writers/voice actors.

Doc Hammer did a live commentary for an episode and then a Q&A afterwards. And of course some dumbass asked a question that had nothing to do with what they were supposed to be asking about. Although Doc Hammer blasting him more than made up for any lame questions (“Of all the episodes that I’ve written or helped write, you fucking ask about the one that I didn’t!”). I wanted to run right out the door and pick up seasons 1 & 2 as soon as it was over. I haven’t yet, but up in my nerduary, I do have the nifty Dr. Girlfriend poster that I snagged at the panel.

James Marsters, Juliet Landau and douchebag.

Panel #2: An Hour in the Buffyverse
James Marsters, Juliet Landau, Elizabeth Rohm and… Ken Feinberg?

Ken Feinberg? Really? This is the motherfucker who told Tiffany last year that he played Clem in several episodes while he consistently hit on her. And in actuality, he played the chaos demon for one scene in one episode (“Fool for Love’) and is married. Douchebag. He single-handedly damn near ruined what could have been an awesome panel. Chris said he was just waiting for James Marsters to go all Brodie Bruce on him with a “Where do you come up with this shit?!” James, Juliet and Elizabeth still managed to make it a really good panel despite the douchebag wearing a UGA shirt on the panel with them.

And that was it for the panels really. A lackluster report for a lackluster showing, I guess. I kinda wanted to go see the Mythbusters one, but said “fuck that noise” when I heard that the line was already crazy long, the panel had been moved to a bigger room and Jamie and Adam weren’t even there. Nothing else ever really sparked much interest for us.

Maybe next time they’ll have some better panels, and I’ll have better reviews. Maybe.

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Liquid Courage meets Major Victory

Chris will be doing a comprehensive review of Dragon*Con, so be sure to check over at The Nerduary for that. Here, I'll just be doing a few highlights from my big weekend.
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I'm a talker. I have a degree in broadcasting. My job requires me to speak to damn near anybody and everybody, in large groups or on an individual basis. Very rarely am I struck speechless.

But damn if it didn't happen to me at Dragon*Con.

There we were in the "Walk of Shame" where all of the "celebrities" were selling off their autographs and allowing nerds to take pictures with them... for $20.

We made our way up and down each aisle looking at how haggard most of the former "stars" were now and continually vocalized our disdain for them to be charging to have their pictures taken with fans. Then Chris turned to me and said "Hey, let's go talk to Major Victory!"

So away we go, making our way past a hung-over David Faustino, a lonesome Corin Nemec, and just out of my striking range for Feedback. But Major Victory isn't there. He must have had to visit the little superheroes room or something. So I just hang out while Chris and Tiffany go and talk to Fat Momma . About the only other person I wanted to meet was Ted Dibiase, and he wasn't there yet. (Jamie Bamber was nice.)

Then, he arrives.

(He's a little shorter than you think...)

I thought that I'd just do the usual "Hey, it's nice to meet you. We're big fans. You were my favorite on the how. etc..."

What came out was more like: "..............hi..............*gurgling noises*.......heh........."

Chris had to do all the talking for me because for some damned reason I couldn't get anything intelligible out. A true fanboy moment for me if ever there was one.

And he was the nicest guy you could meet too. He shook all our hands (using both of his instead of some half-assed handshake), chatted us up for a while, and wasn't pushy or rude about autographs or anything. In fact he kept talking to us after we let him know that we couldn't purchase one. I bet that didn't happen at hardly any other tables that weekend.

So there it was: the first epic meeting between Liquid Courage and his favorite superhero Major Victory. I'm actually very surprised (and extremely glad it didn't happen) that I didn't actually bust out with an LC-style "Hey!" since I'd been doing that voice since I'd gotten to Atlanta.

I'll cherish that moment forever, but I should have paid for a picture...

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He even did the "Be a winner, not a wiener" thing for us. I just smiled like a retard.