February 23rd, 2007

little review

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Younger son was recovered enough to get up very early for his field trip to Mount Vernon (and to eat historical peppermint candy there), so it was a quieter day at home than yesterday. juleskicks and I had plans to have lunch at an Indian restaurant, but because my stomach is still a bit weird, she came up here and we went to California Pizza Kitchen instead. And she brought me a Green Arrow comic and Sorcery and Cecelia and was generally awesome, and I must get her the Nebula episodes of Hercules: The Legendary Journeys because, you know, Gina Torres.

No new Smallville tonight meant that we picked tonight to start cleaning the kids' rooms. Older son's room is nearly under control; younger son's room is an unmitigated disaster area and considering he won't even let me give away a sweater that is two sizes too small for him and itches, is just going to get worse. We were going to watch Edward Scissorhands but since we were still working, we were going to record it at midnight, except it turned out to be on at 11 instead of 12 and we missed it, sigh.

Watched "The Naked Now" so I can review it and discovered that, yep, first season Next Gen is as awful as we remembered. Ironically, my favorite thing in the entire episode is the much-maligned Wesley Crusher. (Well, and Data describing how fully functional he is, but it's really pretty gratuitous, not even titillating.) Then watched Shark because I had forgotten that Russell Crowe was supposed to be on Oprah Winfrey's Oscar special...waaah! I am sure someone will have caps and comments posted eventually, though. Trying to decide whether to rent Babel or The Departed before the awards...think Brad and Cate are going to win my personal vote, since I like them (yes, even Brad) and the storyline sounds so much more interesting to me! Anyway, Shark had my full attention...as usual, acting better than script but Gary Cole is a great guest star and there are a lot of ambiguities I enjoy. Collapse )

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How can fandom get itself so worked up over a couple of blurry images from an upcoming movie based on how someone's hair looks in the sun? And I just don't get the Saturn Awards: how come Judi Dench and Cate Blanchett are eligible for nominations for trophies specifically given for genre performances for Notes on a Scandal, which is not remotely a genre movie, whereas Helen Mirren and Forest Whitaker are either not eligible or overlooked by the self-important folk who do the nominations?