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2010-10-06T20:31:00.001-07:00

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Skins: Series Three (review)

2010-09-30T23:17:00.000-07:00

Let me preface this by saying I LOVE Skins. If they had had this show when I was a teenager, I would have been ordering my mom to subscribe to BBCAmerica and plopping down religiously in front of the television. Forget that the show "goes there" harder and better than that other teen show which claims such high praise (*Cough*Degrassi*Cough*) and the fact that British television is just generally better written than shows this side of the pond. This is an exceptionally well written show even to Britain's standards. They have not failed to bring well rounded characters and exceptional dialogue to content which in other shows might have become stale. Even the lack of dialogue which has been largely present in Series three has a poignancy to it which breaks the heart.

The main character Effie (which is weirdly short for Elizabeth) herself, is largely stoic, often failing to speak what is on her mind and closing her heart to the outside world. She has a right to. Sudiences fell in love with Effie in Series 2, when she was the victim of an attack which was brought about largely by the actions of her own brother. Effie was the collateral damage in a revenge scheme. Now, in Series 3, she follows in her brother's footsteps, as the manipulative popular beauty, and in doing so, becomes both the object of her childhood admiration and the kind of person who hurts others - the kind of person who is responsible for creating the tensions which she herself once fell victim to.

It's a vicious circle, and she can't keep it up forever. Kaya Scodelario who plays Effie manages to both portray the monster and manipulator while maintaining the "little-girl-lost" beautifully, all while hardly speaking a word.

The direction and photography of the show is just as important with interesting angles, effects and telling style.

I love this show... and I've only spoken about one of the characters.

I can't wait to watch Series Four.

Astrid Klein - Broken Heart

2010-09-21T15:42:00.000-07:00

Re-Blogged from We Find Wilderness:
I love this series, and I just happened to be listening to The Bird and The Bee "I'm a Broken Heart" when I did.

Astrid Klein

from WE FIND WILDNESS

“LE POSSIBLE”, From the series Broken Heart. 1980. Collage, 196 x 140cm. Courtesy the artist and Sprüth Magers Berlin London

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“WENN MIR’S IN DIE THEORIE PASST…”, From the series Broken Heart. 1980. Collage, 196 x 140cm. Courtesy the artist and Sprüth Magers Berlin London
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“CE N’EST PAS UNE IMAGE JUSTE…”, From the series Broken Heart. 1980. Collage, 196 x 140cm. Courtesy the artist and Sprüth Magers Berlin London
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view of the exhibition “Broken Heart” at Sprüth Magers Gallery. 2010
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“BROKEN HEART II”. 1990-1995. Mirror, steel, wood. 79 x 270 x 45 cm
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ASTRID KLEIN is a German painter and sculptor who has been working at integrating text into her paintings for over three decades. In 1972, before she had even started her degree in Cologne (1973-77), she began to write several texts which she later printed onto handmade paper. The topics of her own texts, as well as her later use of other textual sources, bear witness to her thoughts on literary, aesthetic, philosophical and scientific writings. Her paintings, collages, works of photography and installations created since 1978 question, deconstruct and renew the relationship between image and text.
Since the beginning of the 90s, she continued these intense discussions also in her large format neon sculptures and light installations. The form and the typeface of the text play as important a role in the works as the content. The overlay, blurring and accentuation can be read as the archeological layers of our thinking and our perception, of memory and oblivion, of what we suppress and what is subconscious.
The large format works of the 1980 series Broken Heart (see above) use excerpts of text from German writer ARNO SCHMIDT’s work Zettels Traum (1970) in relation to the representation of women in cinema and photonovels from the 60s and 70s. KLEIN has called herself “a feminist by genetics” and was fascinated by the power of the female in the films of John Cassavetes, Jean-Luc Godard and R.W. Fassbinder.
The sculptures BROKEN HEART I and BROKEN HEART II (1990/5) contain mirrors that have either been shot at or have been smashed with a hammer. The cracks mean that the reflections of the surroundings can only be viewed as fragmentary or deformed.
Impressive and fascinating!

PETA Human Meat Packages

2010-09-19T17:54:00.000-07:00

PETA staged another protest against meat eaters with nude volunteers covered in blood and packaged out on the streets of New York. The images, as shown below were very graphic.

I say kudos to PETA who has come up with a very (although aggressive) thought-provoking format. While you believe in vegetarianism or not, you're still forced to stop and think for a moment, which is what life is all about. You should be forced to question your lifestyle on a regular basis, to keep yourself honest.

This said, now I go into my vegetarian "shpeal." In an interview from the NY Post here, a woman says "The good lord made animals for a reason." My response for that logic is, yes, he did, and because we are all God's creatures, then we need to treat each other with respectful, and humane ways.

We don't keep people behind fences, or keep children immobile for their entire lives to soften their meat, before murdering them at age 10, before they get to old. Why should this be done to animals then? This is the message.

Now some of you may balk at the message of humans and animals on the same playing field, I would say that until we learn to stop seeing ourselves as separate from the other creatures of the earth and all life's organisms, then we will never truly thrive, and learn the secrets of the universe. Maintaining that we, humans, alone are different, is like having a huge set of blinders on. It's just not an intelligent way of looking at things, and frankly, it's time to make a change. We have, after all, been doing it the "meat-eating I am man, hear me roar" way for a several thousand years. Let's try living life it a new way now.

How Could You Possibly Know Anything About A Person In 3 Minutes?

2010-09-17T16:31:00.000-07:00

I've stumbled upon Web Therapy, a web series starring Lisa Kudrow, and it perhaps the most interesting thing I've seen in a long while. The format makes me incredibly uncomfortable and that's a good thing. How Could You Possibly Know ANYTHING About A Person In 3 Minutes? In this series... you can.

Lisa Kudrow stars as a therapist who herself is incredibly uninterested in her patients, instead she likes to focus on what her patients can do for her. Foregoing 50 minute sessions, she begins 3 min sessions where even the most attention-deficient person (which she herself is) can "get to the point of the matter" and forces them to bring their problems to the forefront.

Is it weird, that I should like to become one of her patients? I would like to forgo all of the feeling and dreams bullshit and get to what really makes people tick. The storyline demonstrates that despite the fact she is completely disinterested in her patients, she understands them all too well, although she does not understand herself. Is this not true of every person on the planet? And despite the fact that both patient and therapist are often left unsatisfied at the end of each episode or "session" we, the audience, is left with a myriad of questions and though provoking material to think about.

I myself have been in therapy and the prospect of explaining my family's history yet again, or talking about the intricate details of why I am the way I am, is daunting and altogether off-putting. Instead, why not get to the point? Why not simply ask the questions, which we really want to know the answers to?

I hope this is something they explore further, and I hope that you join me in watching to see if they do.

http://www.hulu.com/web-therapy

You May Say I'm A Flirt

2010-09-16T14:07:00.000-07:00

If you ask most of my friends, they would tell you, I'm a flirt. I would say that I am an open person who tries her best to be engaging and that I'm the type of person who just can't help but smile most of the time, whether that reflects my actual happiness or no. When I speak to someone, I make eye contact. I do my best to make sure that no one is left out of the conversation, and when it comes to human touch, I'm not stingy with the hugs. I hope that whenever you and I finish our conversation, you feel better about the problems that are weighing you down. I expect that when I need to unload, you would do the same for me.

When I spoke with a friend about this the other day however, she said, "There is something to be said of being aware of yourself." This made me pause. I wanted to say but I am aware of myself, it's you who are not aware of me. It is you who have this pre-conceived notion of how people should behave in the presence of others. It is you who is not paying attention to the person I am, and instead worry about which stereotype you wish for me to fill.

There has become a problem on more than one occasion however and gotten me into trouble. Once a friend (albeit a drunken friend) suddenly looked at me and says, "I'm never going to have sex with you." Now obviously we aren't friends anymore because if I had been in love with him, that would have been cruel and unnecessary, and this made me realize how much he was not a nice person, however I still wonder, what gave him the impression I wanted to. I had never called or texted him. I had never spent alone time with him. I was in fact dating his friend fairly recently before this, and had never made a pass at him. In fact I generally looked at him as the amusing drunken uncle whose escapades are lively entertainment for the rest of the guests. Well he was drunk, you say, but this is not the only occurrence.

Another friend (a gay one) told me he felt that I wanted to ravish him every time I looked at him. Countless friends have told me that I'm a flirt, and asked me if I liked one of my guy friends.

Now this is not to say, that I don't indeed sometimes flirt, but mostly it's with other females. It's the " let's make fun and say naughty things to your non-gay friends and have witty repartee" kind of thing, not "I'm batting my lashes at you." In fact, I can think of no occasion where I have batted my lashes.

I'm an open person. I laugh a little too loudly at jokes, and don't care that I do. I unconsciously play with my hair. I either actively participate in conversations in a very vocal way, or sit quietly and simply listen to the entire room's conversations. I love people watching. So how, if I am aware of all of this, can I be unaware that I am sending off some flirtatious vibes?

Should I stop them? Should I have to curb my own open and easygoing nature to fit into the mold, so that others don't misunderstand me? Wouldn't they simply misunderstand me in some other way instead?

I don't have any answers. If you do, please post them.

Weekly Tidbits 9.1.2010

2010-09-01T12:48:00.001-07:00

Of all the new tidbits I learned this week, the only one which could have been improved is if Dina Lohan was appearing naked with Lindsay in machete.

TWEET:
@manicsocratic: Analog Tweet @aliciamarie_v86 http://twitpic.com/2gg618
10 days ago

VIDEO:
Absolute Vodka: Lemon Drop (Ali Larter)

MUSIC:

Enrique Iglesias "I Like It (ft. Pitbull)"
That's right, this song is by Enrique, complete with under-wear pillow fights. He's mind-fucked you.... and you liked it.

High Places "I Was Born"

High Places - I Was Born from Thrill Jockey Records on Vimeo.

NEWS:
Frankly, I didn't care for the news this week. Too many people being ignorant. I say, stop the muslim classification as "other" than us. It can only lead to bad things. How many times does it have to be pointed out that the muslim community is not the problem. It's extreme fundamentalists who morph their beliefs to justify terrorism. But we can't put a neat little lable on those people, so it's much easier to blame a set group.

BOOK: Mary Shelley "Frankenstein"
Do you have any children in your life? How old are they? I have two foster daughters 11 and 5. I was thinking the other day about how I should encourage the Chloe (11) to read to her younger sister Zhoe (5) as a way for them to bond and spend relaxing time together. It suddenly occurred to me, that I should still be reading to Chloe. There are plenty of novels which we could read together. I could explain things which she might not understand and words which she would have trouble pronouncing. This way, however, she could learn in a more advanced way. Is there someone in your life whom you should be reading to?

ARTICLE:
I found this lovely little article in the LA Weekly. I plan to become a regular reader, cause this is the most hilarious shit ever. (click to enlarge)

FUN FACTS:
- Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.
- First married couple to be shown in bed together on prime-time TV = Barney and Wilma Flintstone
- In English pubs, bartenders told their unruly patrons to "mind their pints and quarts" which has become "Mind Your P's and Q's."
- The superstition of Friday the 13th did not appear until the late 19th century, although superstitions about both Friday and the number 13 have existed since the 16th century.

Friday the 13th: A Fresh Unlucky Beginning

2010-08-15T14:15:00.000-07:00

It's time to begin focusing on what matters, mainly my career and the life I'm beginning to carve out for myself. So while I'm still technically on my writing vacation, I can sit on my behind no longer. I'll lay by the pool instead, and tell you about allot the things which has captured my attention (and keep me from finishing that novel.)

News:

CA Judge Walker has set an end date for the hold on same-sex marriages. As of Aug. 18th, couples will be able to marry. Following his ruling that the voter approved Prop 8 was unconstitutional, the Amarican Bar Association drafted a proposal which backs his decision and calls for a nation wide approval of same-sex marriages.

Peat fires have raged through Russian all summer and continue to do so. For a definition and explanation of what a Peat fire is and how it relates to us in the US, click here.
"In Russia this summer, officials have reported 26,509 fires that so far have burned about 1.9 million acres. Of these fires, 1,104 were peat bog fires, covering a total of about 4,200 acres."

Tweets of the Week:
@RachelKiley: Unfortunately, now I'm gonna go have nightmares about @hey_frey's vagina teeth. Thanks guys. @Phoenix138 @koralatov

Technically this tweet from Ashley Edward Miller(@ashman01) occured 9 days ago, but we'll over look this fact because it's just too awesome:
Hollywood is the ultimate alcoholic parent. WHAM! "You know I still love you, baby?"
August 3, 2010 3:58:54 PM
http://twitter.com/ashman01/status/20256777705

Music:
Jed Whedon and the Willing have finally released their long awaited album, History of Forgotton Things. It's every bit as artistically done as you would expect with its electronic sounds and folk sensibilities. It's hard to choose a favorite song but Interstate" jumped out at me. Fan favorite "Drones" was featured on the TV show Dollhouse which Jed also wrote for. My favorite would have to be "Bad Son" which is reminicent of Air's Virgin Suicides phase and is every bit as intense. It also features vocals by Jed's wife Maurissa Tancharoen.

Video:
The Guild: "Game On"

"US woman goes on McNugget rampage"

as always,
Alicia-Marie
<3

Location:Los Angeles, CA

2010-07-04T00:24:00.000-07:00

whisper ooohh sssssssss
violins in harmony
up and down
repeat beats
breath with me

inhale soft and slow
letting the world fall by
this is when I like you best
ssssssaaaaahhhhhllllll
mmmmm
deep in your throat
mmmmmmmmmmmm
just like that.

Je suis invisible comme une hyéne silencieuse.

2010-07-03T21:53:00.000-07:00

Je suis invisible comme une hyéne silencieuse.
Silent smiles and laughter
Mute on
Mouth gaping open

You sit and stare
through me
to the street beyond

My throat begins to ache
but I can't stop
the endless pouring of air
from my body

"What's that?" you ask.
"Nothing," I reply,
but you've already gone

and I can't stop laughing.

2010-06-07T19:47:00.001-07:00

M.I.A, Born Free from ROMAIN-GAVRAS on Vimeo.

Film Identification

2010-04-02T20:39:00.001-07:00

I think you can tell a lot about a person based on what they get out of a movie. Take myself for example. I love the movies. I love the adventure and comedy. I love a good one-liner zing and plot twist that is so well crafted you can't see it until it's right in front of you. Once it comes however you can go back and see exactly how that twist makes so much sense, that you are outrageously ashamed you didn't see it before. The Sixth Sense. Anything written by Joss Whedon. These are just a few examples. But more than just the plot, I love a good character. I love characters who have so many levels they make your head spin. I am a writer.

When a film editor watches a film he notices how well one shot was cut to the next. A special effects woman notices that District 9 managed to create futuristic and alien creatures who were believable enough to blend in with documentary style footage. And an actress notices how the flip of the main character's hair or a subtle but meaningful look can convey five different levels of emotion. So does a psychiatrist, and an FBI profiler.

Who we are is emphasized by the movies in so many ways. What do you pay attention to? Who are you?

2010-03-30T16:44:00.000-07:00

ARE YOU IN?

I AM. JOIN US.

Pearl's Dream and The Fourth Kind

2010-01-05T15:17:00.000-08:00

Hello! I have been interested in the idea of video editing for a while now, and yesterday I finally got to work on a project. I created my first fan video and I am really proud of it. The video combines the tune "Pearl's Dream" by Bat for Lashes (which is an awesome band) and video footage from The Fourth Kind starring Milla Jovovich. I hope you enjoy it. <3

No Copyright Infringement intended, all materials belong solely to their makers and their combination in this video is purely for fan purposes.

2nd UPDATE: 3,500 NY Sex Offenders Taken Off Networking Sites

2009-12-02T12:11:00.000-08:00

December 01, 2009: 04:36 PM ET

(Updates with comments from Connecticut attorney general.)

By Chad Bray

Of DOW JONES NEWSWIRES

NEW YORK -(Dow Jones)- Social-networking Web sites Facebook and MySpace have identified and disabled accounts used by more than 3,500 registered sex offenders in New York State using a law passed last year that requires sex offenders to register their emails and online aliases with the state, New York Attorney GeneralAndrew Cuomo said Tuesday.

At a press conference, Cuomo said Facebook has disabled accounts held by 2,782 registered sex offenders and News Corp.'s MySpace has disabled accounts linked to 1,796 registered sex offenders. Some of the sex offenders were on both Web sites.

Cuomo said many of the offenders were violating their parole by being on social-networking sites and are prohibited from interacting with young people.

"Whether it's a playground on the street corner or a playground in cyberspace, it doesn't matter," Cuomo said.

Under the state's Electronic Securing and Targeting of Online Predators Act passed last year, registered sex offenders are required to register their emails and other online identifiers with the state.

The law sets mandatory restrictions on a sex offender's access to the Internet where the offender's victim was a minor, the Internet was used to commit the offense or they are among the highest-level offenders.

Cuomo said Facebook and MySpace are the online social-networking sites who have sought access to the information compiled under the e-Stop law.

His office is sending letters to 17 other social-networking sites encouraging them to take advantage of the data gathered under the law, including classmates.com and Friendster, Cuomo said.

A spokesman for United Online Inc. (UNTD), which operates classmates.com, didn't immediately have a comment Tuesday. A spokesman for Friendster didn't immediately respond to a request for comment.

Joe Sullivan, Facebook's assistant general counsel, said the Web site voluntarily adopted a policy to not allow registered sex offenders on the site. He called New York's law the model for other states and the nation.

In a statement, MySpace Chief Security Officer Hemanshu Nigam said, "We applaud and support Attorney General Cuomo's leadership in his ground breaking use of e-STOP to make the Internet a safer place.MySpace utilized e-STOP to complement technology we had already put in place to remove registered sex offenders from our community as part of a comprehensive approach to protecting Internet users from predators."

Amid concerns from regulators, Facebook and MySpace have adopted new procedures to protect children from sexual predators in recent years. Protecting minors from inappropriate content and sexual predators on social-networking sites has been an important issue for attorneys general across the U.S. in recent years.

On Tuesday, Connecticut Attorney General Richard Blumenthal said a multi-state task force of attorneys general examining how to protect minors on social- networking sites is expected to announce additional actions in the near future.

Blumenthal declined to provide specifics, but said the task force has been preparing steps similar to what Cuomo announced Tuesday. North Carolina Attorney General Roy Cooper and Blumenthal are co-chairmen of the task force.

The attorney general said Connecticut, which has a law similar to New York's, also is going to be announcing measures in connection with its statute in the near future.

In February, Cooper and Blumenthal announced MySpace, in response to a subpoena, had identified 90,000 registered sex offenders who attempted to create accounts on its Web site--40,000 more than previously reported.

At the time, MySpace said the profiles were identified, removed and blocked over a two-year period. The Web site said that it was providing data about the offenders to any law enforcement agency that requested such data.

News Corp. (NWSA, NWS.AU) owns Dow Jones, the publisher of this newswire.

-By Chad Bray, Dow Jones Newswires; 212-227-2017; chad.bray@dowjones.com

12/02/09

2009-12-02T12:02:00.000-08:00

Dreamed that I was grocery shopping with my mother, which never ends well. We can never decide on anything. Vanessa Carlton was playing live in the grocery store and my grandfather was singing and playing along on the piano. My aunt worked there which didn't help anything get done. Then there was these awful people there who I got into a fight with who insulted everyone then acted as though they were being insulted. It was ridiculous. I should know better than to get into these fights, even in a dream.

The Hidden Source of My Attraction to Twilight

2009-11-30T22:37:00.000-08:00

Firstly, I want to get one thing straight and clear and out of the way: These are the reasons I think I was attracted to the Twilight series. This is not to say that all fans are the same, and in no way am I saying that others cannot see better themes or morals with in the book, but for me, this is my downfall.

I have an obsession with "Bad Boys." I like feelings of control and submission, which with understanding and caring can be as healthy as the next relationship, but I also have a tendency to lean toward those unhealthy relationships. There are a multitude of possible reasons for that tendency, many of which probably have to do with my relationship with my biological father. It's good that I'm at a place where I can now recognize it. Two years ago before a certain man named Brecht entered my life, I had no objectivity when it came to my feelings. Yes I closed them off and separated my emotions, but I couldn't look at them.

When it comes to what I want to do with my life, I've never been sure except when it comes to one thing: being a mother and wife. Career choices and lifelong goals have never held as much sway as thinking about raising the family of foster children I plan on having, staying home to pack lunches and help with homework, and helping children who might otherwise grow to hate themselves, have every advantage they can possibly have from a loving, two-parent home. This is not to say that single-parents are deficient, simply, that I always felt as though something was missing, and I would like to take away that feeling for someone else. This leads into my concept of love.

When I first read the Twilight series, I was attracted to the idea of true love. The idea that Bella felt so strongly about Edward that she would have no second thoughts or doubts was immensely appealing. The idea that she would do anything to stand by him and would and could trust him completely and totally was equally riddled with allure. At the time, I was convinced as Bella was and still is, that Edward would do the same. Since then however, I have come to notice all of the insensitive and thoughtless actions he performs. Yes, the concept of Edward is that he is in reality (albeit a vampire) only human. However when considering their relationship to the questionaire on the National Abuse Hotline, red flags must be raised that all 15 questions are answered, "Yes," when only one is enough to be considered abusive.

This does not bode well for Twilight, Stephanie Meyer or the message we are sending to America's youth, when they then take this novel out of it's fantastical construct and apply it to their own relationships in real life. And before you say that these books are "just stories," remember that the faerie tales the Brothers Grimm told have lasted well into today, and that the books you read as a child, helped shape who you are today. This doesn't reflect well on the message I sent to my own younger sister when I introduced her to the Twilight series, especially given that family history. The fact that these signs of an abusive relationship are hidden beneath a fantasy world which makes all of their actions okay, makes the message all the more insidious. These were particularly hidden to me. Having the aforementioned tendency, I couldn't see what was right in front of my face.

Added it the lack of an outside moral compass with which to observe Edward and Bella's actions. Bella's father Charlie is dismissed as a parent who "just doesn't understand." The only "adults" who know all of the information are themselves vampires and decidedly on Edwards side if they ever had to chose, and therefor unreliable. Bella is as the hotline warns against, cutoff from those who would protect her, and we the reader are in effect cutoff with her.

Taking all of this into consideration, I agreed wholeheartedly with most of what Alyssa Rosenberg stated in her recent blog TwiHards Strike Back, which is an update to her article "A Condemnation of Sparkly Vampires." One paragraph at the end, however left me surprisingly with a bad taste in my mouth:

"Bella, even though she's fictional, stands, like the rest of us, on the shoulders of giants, like Elizabeth Bennet, like Morgaine,whose fictional lives provided templates for rebellion in their own time. If what we choose to do with those fictional struggles is to ignore them, to fail to build on them, that strikes me as more than a little sad."

The implication was that by only focusing on her own family and loved ones and not going out to save the world, while falling in love at the same time, Bella was letting down our foremothers and their struggle for equality. While I have come to recognize the dangerous tendencies in this novel, I don't agree that this is one of them. Not all women are built or have the need to accomplish everything. While the working woman is starting to be accepted if she choses not to have a family, the family woman is till considered backward in her actions and lifestyle. Just as women were frowned upon for entering the workplace, there is a growing tendency to judge women, in big cities, who chose not to. The women before us worked hard and long for equality and justice and the ability for all women to have choices in their lives over what they do, how they act and how that relates to the rest of the world. The key word however is choice. I will someday chose to be a stay-at-home mom, if I am lucky enough to be able to do so. I think that through the works of the feminists who came before us, we and I now have the right not to be judged for making that choice. It is after all, mine, as it was my grandmothers. My mother now choses to use any chance she has to stay at home with her new child. She has that right. Someday I hope the world will accept that without prejudice or the label that this is somehow lazy, or a waste.

The Rise of the Novel by Ian Watt

2009-11-30T20:05:00.001-08:00

Yeah ... This Happend

2009-11-30T17:26:00.000-08:00

And it couldn't have put a bigger smile on my face :)

Bittersweet

2009-11-30T12:19:00.001-08:00

bittersweet memories

tears of joy

and tears of pain

years of waiting

only bring dismay

one day we'll be free

together you and me

together

with our sequins and leather

love on the extreme

control and perfection

tenderness and erection

flowing rivers weave

never thought we'd reach the dream

and I guess we never did

American Dream

2009-11-30T11:54:00.000-08:00

you and your cheap smoker perfume

me and my alcohol breath

love in a cheap fantasy

screwed up the american dream

cant wait to see you

and your ripped jeans

can't wait to slay you

or get caught in-between

me and my hot pink dress

red lipstick gently pressed

never could hold it against

you, never really tried

the vodka is gone

and we still haven't won

what are we waiting for

I need a cigarette

Two Shots

2009-11-28T23:59:00.000-08:00

there are two shots in front of me

and one of them's for you

shoot you down dead

nothing you can do

stumble-ing around

crazy head in your hands

bet your wishing now

you weren't in quite such high demand

one spin around baby

and your getting done

anther spin baby

and its down for the count

bet you wish you was my baby now

there're two shots in front a me

and one of them's for you

cant wait for you to take it

gonna make you more than blue

bet you wish you was my baby now

Why the Rest of the World Doesn't Understand Dollhouse

2009-11-27T16:07:00.001-08:00

I was devastated and utterly shocked when I heard of Dollhouse's cancellation. Perhaps I was in denial as io9 writer Graeme McMillan suggests but I had no clue that it was in trouble at that particular time. I was all set for a regularly scheduled run throughout the rest of the year. (Perhaps there was a little false sense of security given to us by FOX as well.) I have yet to cry at cancellation, but this I feel is only because having 9 more eps is keeping my spirits up. I happen to adore this show even more than perhaps even Buffy, which says a lot.

I love the creepy shows that make us question reality, human nature and the world around us. Isn't this what all good sci-fi does? I love Joss' work and I have grown to love the entire cast and crew. I even love Eliza. Faith was my favorite character on Buffy, and if it seems Eliza has a little more to learn about the world and acting, this is ok, we are all works in progress.

I may have been more in love with the show that could have been than the actual episodes, but now as we look forward to 9 all new episodes I can't help but hope that we will finally see everything the crew could accomplish. And at the same time, I am almost scared to watch episodes which will undoubtedly make me fall even more in love with a show which has been cancelled and will leave me with nothing to comfort myself with in the end.

I think a conversation I had with my mother really showcases America's opinions of the show:

Mom: "It could never happen."

Me: "But what if it did?"

Mom: "But it never could so what's the point."

At this point I got huffy talked about the advancement of science and exploration of human nature, all of which she only partially listened to and proceeded to go about her day.

At the end of the day what did this accomplish? --> Absolutely nothing. If my mother's reactions are any sign, America wouldn't even have watched a single episode if I wasn't their daughter, talking about it day and night and pointing to a specific episode which they might relate to. And when I first started to explain the show, her eyes immediately glazed out.

What does America (my mother) think of the show? --> Unrealistic and depressing. This is coming from the woman who reads the "critically acclaimed" fiction at target, all about cancers, dying and love lost.

Will this ever change? --> I have low hopes. After years of living with my substitute for general America, I've found that it seems some people will never be open to new experiences. This goes for me as well. (My lines are drawn at reality shows and plotless horror movies. Also movies which are advertised as so sad they will make me cry and somehow this will be heartwarming. Also the act of telling me they will make me cry, guarantees I wont.)

Will the world within Dollhouse be magically righted? --> Have you seen anything Joss Whedon has made?

Will all the answers to the universe be given? --> Considering the fact that the series finale has already been filmed and The United Nations hasn't publicly acknowledged Joss for fixing all our problems, I think it's a safe bet to say no.

Will I ever be happy with a television show again? --> Up in the Air. I can console myself with gLee and So You Think You Can Dance, but these are not shows which challenge the brain or get my heart racing, and gLee is quickly sliding downhill without any real plot lines to back it up. (Can we get a little action to go with out music numbers please? Even the good music videos have a little story arc.) In short without Dollhouse, or T:SCC (or even to go way back Veronica Mars, Gilmore Girls, Buffy, Angel, Firefly, Dark Angel, Roswell, and Friends, to name a list of my tv inevitable disappointments - Also Heroes, because it started off so good, and then they completely killed it and then killed the one character I could still relate to), I am left with no use for the free cable I ended up getting in my new apt. I am definitely left without the desire to actually pay for any of it.

He Had To Die

2009-11-03T01:04:00.000-08:00

As I was re-watching this previous week's episode of Dollhouse entitled "Belonging" (wasn't that already used for an episode title?), I was struck by the thought that there was no where else for Nolan's character to go.

He had to die.

Yet what gives me the right to say this? Who am I to judge what life is right and who lives or dies? If someone in the "real world" acted as Nolan has on this show do I really have the right to say that they should die? My immediate response would be "YES!" as many of yours would be as well I think. However I think we should take a moment to think about this.

Does the fact that he is hurting another human being make his own murder more just? Does the fact that his victim is killing her make it so? Animals hurt and rape each other all the time. Does this mean retribution is deserved on their behalf? If my cat went our and raped your cat, should my cat be put to sleep?

Perhaps I'm off in another contructed realiity of my own, and you are offended that I refer to Humans as animals. But what is it about this situation, that makes it right? And by supporting Priya/Sierra in her actions, are we not then murderers ourselves?

This all leads back to my own opinions on Capital Punishment. I haven't yet decided which way I believe the world should go, however I do know that Capital Punishment, makes every citizen which supports that government an accomplice to murder. By the very nature of supporting a government which kills its own people, every citizen then becomes themselves a murderer.

Where this gets scary is think of the children of our society as murderers. They support our country as well. They grow up in a society in which it is socially acceptable to kill another citizen if his crime is horrible enough. What does this teach them?

What do you think? Let me know.

Can You Keep A Secret

2009-10-31T19:02:00.001-07:00

The first part of this vid is pretty much straight out of the stalker's mind in my short story "Trapped." It's so creepy that this is was created for advertisement as something valued or wanted.

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2009-10-01T02:32:00.000-07:00

Harvey Milk Day

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Dear Governor Schwarzenegger,

I did not know Harvey Milk. I was not alive when he was alive. I am not friends with any of his friends and I didn't even know he existed until about 9 months ago.

However Harvey Milk has profoundly impacted my life. Harvey Milk fought for my rights before I had rights to fight for. In a time when I could have been beaten, arrested and treated as a second class citizen for being who I am, Harvey Milk stood up for the rights of his fellow american citizens. He pioneered for the rights of the LGTB community and helped make the world a safer place for me to live in.

When he was assassinated, the world was robbed of one of it's brightest stars.

The fight is not over. Our rights are still infringed on. I am still told that if I find the person whom I can love most in the world and trust to be by my side for the entirety of my life, I do not then have a right to pledge my loyalty and devotion to them. I am told that marriage is not a right for every human being. I am told that it is ok to treat some people different than I treat others, simply for the fact of one characteristic. I am told by the state that prejudice, is not only okay, it's legal.

Some people have said they worry about the influence LGTB community members will have on the children of our society. I worry about the prejudice that is taught to them through the support of anti-citizen laws. That is what Prop 8 is: anti-citizen, anti-rights, and ultimately anti-human. What are we, if we cannot even treat each other and ourselves with respect.

Allowing a day to be named after Harvey Milk, will not harm the community of California. It will enrich it. It will promote the things that Harvey Milk stood for: peace, understanding, love and equality for all.

Don't deny your citizens the right to stand together. Support Harvey Milk Day. Support California's community.

Sincerely,
Alicia-Marie Hutchinson
A Bisexual California Resident and San Diego State Student

P.S. I am not an OTHER. I am a member of the LGTB community and deserve to be recognized as such. Please rectify this oversight in your subject matter field.

Daybreakers

2009-09-30T11:51:00.000-07:00

I love fantasy ... don't you? Plus a Placebo theme song never hurts (and my favorite one at that.)

Wonderfalls

2009-09-28T17:47:00.000-07:00

I always saw the commercials for this show and wanted to watch, but never did. It turns out I was right to want to. The pilot is great and I only wish there were more episodes. Unfortunately it's one of those shows that was cancelled without a real resolution so I don't want to get too invested by watching anymore episodes. Enjoy this one though:

These Single Ladies Have More Attitude Than Beyonce

2009-09-23T23:55:00.000-07:00

and they are looking fierce :)

The Lost Boys: The Tribe

2009-09-16T13:14:00.001-07:00

It's my own fault for watching a sequel without even watching the original first, but The Tribe wasn't a complete waste of time. I got to see

Redeeming Qualities:

Motorcycles tricks and car chase (P.S. riding a skateboard while hanging onto the back of a motorcycle is awesmome
Theme Song: "Cry Little Sister"
Elizabeth Reeser post O.C. as Nicole
Miss Nicole's creepy appearance at the window.
Creepy moment #2: Vampire resting on a chain with a reaper on the end (00:45:50)
awesomely gruesome blood and gore

Inexcusable Effect: alt. crush boy being dragged by thin air 30 across the floor while vampires walk behind him.

Inexcusable Character: Edgar Frog. His deep creepy voice is so cheesy it's disgusting. Plus, he learned all of his vampire skills from Comic Books? Please. Did he learn his latin from Comic Books as well? It worked for the first film because we didn't see a lot of him and he was still a child. There is no excuse for a grown man acting this way, even if it is just a movie.

Worst Line of Movie: Frog: Light a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Light a man on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
2nd Worst Line: Frog: Smells like fungus and death. It's vampire B.O.
3rd Worst Line: Frog: *sniffs* I smell ugly
4th Worst Line: Nicole: He's family asshole.

Annoying Plot Point: the other members of the tribe stabbing each other repeatedly and filming it... they are not bad ass in the slightest. The only bad ass vampire was the one they killed in the beginning of the movie.

All in all I give the movie about 3 out of 5 stars. One star just for being so stupid that it's great.

David's Lamentation

2009-09-16T12:25:00.001-07:00

Here is a piece my choir did a couple years ago. We performed the two versions back to back.

To watch the first piece go to 4:00 min in the music:

followed by:

hope you enjoyed :)

David Mamet on Race in the NY Times

2009-09-14T00:53:00.000-07:00

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/13/theater/13mame.html?_r=1

We Can’t Stop Talking About Race in America

Thomas Fuchs

DAVID MAMET

Published: September 9, 2009

PRESIDENT OBAMA, like his predecessor President Bill Clinton, has suggested that this country engage in a dialogue about race.

Times Topics: David Mamet

But what has our 230-year national experience been but a dialogue about race?

Our earliest drama on the subject, “Metamora,” by John Stone (1829), concerns the relations between the Massachusetts settlers and Prince Philip of the Wampanoags. So does the novel “Hope Leslie” by Catherine Sedgwick (1827).

Much of the contentiousness that characterized the First Continental Congress centered on the subject of slavery. Since then the Fugitive Slave Law, the Kansas-Nebraska Act, the Missouri Compromise, the Dred Scott decision, the Emancipation Proclamation, the 14th Amendment and so on, down to the Voting Rights Act and theEqual Employment Opportunity Commission, the trial of the Scottsboro Boys, the internment of the Japanese, busing, affirmative action and the 2008 election, have kept the subject alive in the national discourse.

My current play, “Race,” is intended to be an addition to that dialogue.

As a Jew, I will relate that there is nothing a non-Jew can say to a Jew on the subject of Jewishness that is not patronizing, upsetting or simply wrong. I assume that the same holds true among African-Americans.

In my play a firm made up of three lawyers, two black and one white, is offered the chance to defend a white man charged with a crime against a black young woman. It is a play about lies.

All drama is about lies. When the lie is exposed, the play is over.

Race, like sex, is a subject on which it is near impossible to tell the truth. In each, desire, self-interest and self-image make the truth inconvenient to share not only with strangers (who may, legitimately or not, be viewed as opponents) but also with members of one’s own group, and, indeed, with oneself.

For just as personal advantage was derived by whites from the defense of slavery and its continuation as Jim Crow and segregation, so too personal advantage, political advantage and indeed expression of deeply held belief may lead nonwhites to defense of positions that, though they may be momentarily acceptable, will eventually be revealed as untenable.

(Though its acceptability may be understandable, the notion that a wise Latina woman is better qualified to dispense justice than a white man is no less tragic or absurd than the opposite assertion.)

Drama may be used to buttress popular beliefs (see agitprop, the Soviet apotheosis of the tractor, and issue plays generally), but tragedy, like psychoanalysis, must strive to uncover those beliefs so unacceptable that their existence has been unconsciously repressed and would be consciously denounced. Tragedy’s end is their resolution. Here, as Aristotle teaches, heroes realize their previously repressed knowledge and are, by the revelation, freed from repression and transformed.

Most contemporary debate on race is nothing but sanctimony — efforts at exploitation and efforts at restitution seeking, equally, to enlarge and prolong dissent and rancor.

The question of the poor drama is “What is the truth?” but of the better drama, and particularly of tragedy, “What are the lies?”

I have never spent much time thinking about the themes of my plays, as, I have noticed, when an audience begins to talk about the play’s theme, it means the plot was no good. But my current play does have a theme, and that theme is race and the lies we tell each other on the subject.

Chris Rock, in his last tour, addressed the subject of the Rev. Jeremiah Wright and asked, rhetorically and on behalf of the whites in the audience: Is it possible that a 70-year-old black man hates the whites? Let me enlighten you. You cannot find a 70-year-old black man who does not hate the whites.

This made sense to me. (I apologize to the esteemed Mr. Rock for what I am sure is a clunky paraphrase.)

There has always been, at the very least, a little bit of hate between blacks and whites in this country, with each side, in its turn, taking advantage of its political strength (as who does not?). But that relationship is also perhaps like a marriage. Both sides at different times are bitching, and both at different times are bailing, but we’re all in the same boat.

We are bound to each other, as are all Americans. Bound though subdivided, not only by race, but by religion, politics, age, region and culture. And we not only seem to be but areworking it out.

Contemporary considerations of diversity, multiculturalism, affirmative action, reparations and so on are, I believe, the beginning of the final wave of the exceptionalism of the black American experience.

These difficult, divisive questions, like those of abortion, gun control, gay rights and illegal immigration, are and will continue to be adjudicated in the legislatures, the courts and the public consensus — until the dialogue is done.

When will it be over? It will be over, like any marital fight, at an unforeseeable time, when it has run its natural course. The length and tenor of that course are unknown to the participants, who, as in a marital fight, are each convinced, above all things, that the fight will be prolonged until his or her own side has triumphed. But as in a marriage the dialogue will take its own course until fatigue, remorse and finally forgiveness bring resolution.

undisclosed Desires

2009-09-11T17:47:00.000-07:00

New Song by Muse on their Album "Resistance" released in 3 days. I adore their concerts. They always have amazing lights, quality sound, great energy and are on top of their shit.

Enyoy this video from their concert in Teignmouth.

The Guild: Season Three

2009-09-01T10:01:00.000-07:00

Episode One is available to watch now!

http://video.msn.com/video.aspx?mkt=en-US&vid=6f31eb66-4360-439a-ad62-f2bdf28f550e

and now I can't wait for the next one. Why oh why do they take forever to come out?

In Plain Sight Season 2 Finale

2009-08-26T02:00:00.000-07:00

The Guild: Season Three

2009-08-25T18:21:00.000-07:00

<a href="http://videoguide.msn.com/play/?g=7d9ab599-724c-413d-8afe-5999b05caec1" target="_new" title="The Guild Season 3 - Trailer">Video: The Guild Season 3 - Trailer</a>

Secret Diary of A Call Girl

2009-08-24T20:57:00.000-07:00

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Secret Diary Of A Call Girl - Queer - The best free videos are right here

New Home?

2009-08-05T21:13:00.000-07:00

Image via Wikipedia

Who else wants to buy this house?

I'm in love with it, and need it to become my home base of operations.

It's for sale for a mere 15 million and more for various needed face lifts. On the up side, the house would bring you in lots of cash when films want to film in your home.

It's the pyramid on top of Hollywood's hills and I want it.

Gotta Love Mika

2009-08-02T12:31:00.000-07:00

Here's the link because apparently they don't like us embedding... :(
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SuKBY_ZVIAE

Random Blogger Questions

2009-07-31T09:43:00.001-07:00

Q: The squish of mud between your toes; how would you live your life as a frog?
A: Carefree and never without a thick layer of mud, otherwise, what's the fun of being a frog?

Q: You're wearing a sweater that stretches down to your feet. What color belt do you put on?
A: What color is the sweater?

Q: Why don't you ever wear a scarf? It doesn't need to be cold outside for your neck to feel naked.
A: I love scarves... I have at least 30, but if I wear them all the time what will I use to attract the vampires?

Q: Your bow is not broken but you've run out of arrows. How can you fake being a bard?
A: By putting on some green tights and yelling for Maid Marianne.

Q: What reason do you have to believe the earth is flat?
A: Um because that's what the scientists have proven to be true. You should believe everything that others tell you because it's always the truth, even when they tell you they're lying.

If You Haven't Seen This Yet, You Need To

2009-07-17T16:07:00.000-07:00

I hadn't seen this preview until now... totally awesome, and if you haven't see the show, you should because it's nominated for an Emmy.

Teaser from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog on Vimeo.

Another Dollhouse: Epitaph 1 Clip

2009-07-14T16:29:00.001-07:00

This clip seem to be before the other one I posted according to storyline:
Can't wait for Screening @ ComicCon and getting my DVD

Sex and Vampires

2009-07-14T13:46:00.000-07:00

This post is a response to an article in Double X Vampires, and the Sluts and Virgins Who Love Them by Latoya Peterson, an article in Tapped Sookie, I Am Vampear by , and Alyssa Rosenberg's blog Baring Your Fangs.

In True Blood, Sookie is a virginal southern belle who doesn't allow men to speak to her with an ounce of impropriety, however her first inclination towards sex is automatically the most dangerous and frowned upon choice. The result is the taste in our mouths that sex is bad, and that in any form it corrupts. I get the image of Sookie allowing horrible things to be done to her, as long as she's spoken to like a lady while it's happening. 30 minutes into the show, Sookie is having sexual fantasies and by the second episode, she and Bill have formed a permanent connection (through the drinking of his blood.) This connection is gained without her full consent or knowledge of the concequences. By the third episode, Sookie is marked as Bill's. The feeling is that Bill has swallowed Sookie whole, and she has no choice in the matter.

The same applies to Twilight. Without her knowledge, Bella is followed, protected, watched over and marked as protected by Edward Cullen. Yes, this is where she wants to be eventually, however the actions have taken place long before she makes this decision. (You can read the version of Twilight through Edward's eyes entitled "Midnight Sun" here.) The result is a woman coming to her full potential, sometimes without being able to control the choices in her life.

I wrote a response to this video which I think should also be included:

"It was definitely refreshing to watch this video, and the point it makes drives home.

I think Bella's character is captivating for her faults and her eventual growth and in the end you find that she stays true to her own beliefs even if she cannot control the world around her. She ultimately becomes one of the most powerful vampires in the world, protecting those she loves. She does her best to deal with the chaos of the world.

We (fans) may relate to Bella in this way, however Buffy is who every girls wants to be. To be in control and have the self confidence and power to overcome the obstacles of the world.

They are both archetypes for the female world, simply different stages of growth.

Bella is the (perhaps perceived) reality while Buffy is the hope, dream and hero. "

I now have to add however that although Bella overcomes these obstacles, she does so by playing by the rules of others and Edward's, not by making a path for herself. Everything she gets she eventually wants, however she doesn't get a choice beforehand. This eventually leads even into her own body, when she becomes pregnant with a baby that could kill her. Perhaps she would have chosen to have this baby if she could have made a decision, however, she wasn't given the option. I think this is where the distinction lies.

Buffy always fought back, and when someone tried to make her do something without her consent, she made sure she was making a choice, even if that choice was what others wanted to do. Even as Angel left her, Buffy knew that it was the right decision, and if she had really thought their relationship would have worked out, I think there would have been a lot more fighting to make it work.

Not on topic but also A Response to Alyssa Rosenberg's blog Baring Your Fangs:
I think Alyssa is completely right with this statement. "Buffy wants to pretend its true, rather than acknowledging that it actually is true."

I think the real reason that Buffy could never accept that Spike loved her was the inability for Buffy to believe that anyone truly loved her. Her father left, her mother is dead at this point. On some level I think that Buffy believes the only reason her friends hang around is because she is the slayer. They don't love her for the person she is, because they don't know the person she is in her mind. Angel loved her but that meant leaving. Riley said he loved her but that meant being separate as well.

Because of all of these relationships, Buffy believes herself unworthy of deserving love and incapable of leading a life or getting anything that normal people have. This includes love. Spike says to her. "You have a inferiority complex about your superiority complex."

She sees herself as a separate entity both above and below the rest of the world, both demonic and human.

P.S. I think this also explains her relationship with Faith. If she believes this of herself, then another slayer would be the same. She treats Faith as if Faith is beneath her, because she believes the rest of the world should treat herself this way. Faith is wrong and off and maybe a little crazy because Buffy is wrong and off and maybe a little crazy. (Normal Again anyone?) The way she treats Faith, and the rest of the slayers is how she would treat herself.

"Treat Me Like Your Mother"

2009-07-14T13:12:00.000-07:00

Alison Mosshart is just so unbelievably cool... former singer of The Kills I just wish she could load a gun better.
Here's the new video for the first single from The Dead Weather "Treat Me Like Your Mother"

The Dead Weather - Treat Me Like Your Mother

This video seems like a support of that Freudian saying all men marry their mothers, and yet through the destruction of each other, the lovers seem to be fighting against the saying.

New Alice in Wonderland Stills

2009-07-07T22:08:00.000-07:00

MCWhat?

2009-07-07T22:07:00.000-07:00

Old School McDonalds:

and from Japan:

and top it all off with a dance for the kids:

Pretty Persuasion

2009-07-07T19:46:00.001-07:00

Commercial for one of my favorite movies:

"Thanks for TSCC!"

2009-07-07T19:39:00.000-07:00

A special video from Thomas Dekker thanking all the TSCC fans for supporting our beloved show.

"Let's Go To The Mall"

2009-07-07T19:36:00.000-07:00

How I Met You Mother spoof on Canadian Pop. Robyn was a Canadian Pop-Star when she was younger and this was her first hit song.

Look forward to her next single "Sandcastles in the Sand" guest starring James Van Der Beek.

Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog

2009-07-07T19:35:00.000-07:00

Clips from Gilmore: Episode 1

2009-07-07T19:30:00.000-07:00

Sampson and Delilah

2009-07-07T17:03:00.000-07:00

Cover of "Sampson and Delilah" By Shirly Manson created for Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles Season 2, Episode 1: "Sampson and Delilah"
Pause - >

Play ^-^

Veronica Mars Episode Guide: Season Two

2009-07-07T13:29:00.000-07:00

Season Two

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rent on netflix

Episode 1: Normal Is The Watchword

They Say: "Try Encylopedia Brown." After an emotionally tumultuous summer, Veronica swears off detecting - until sqeaky clean Wallace is kicked off the Basketball team after mysteriously flunking his drug test.

I Say: To quote Veronica - "Just when I think I'm out, they pull me back in."

Bonus includes watching Logan and Kendall (Charisma Carpenter) gettng it on. Gotta love the steam.

Episode 2: Driver Ed

They Say: Was the bus crash a dreadful accident or did the driver commit suicide and take a bunch of school kids with him? Veronica investigates questions of life and death - and makes a once and a lifetime decision.

I Say: Losing your virginity and Kevin Smith - What's not to like.

Episode 3: Cheatty Cheatty Bang Bang

They Say: Love hurts, love scars. Beaver hires Veronica to discover the identity of his sexy stepmother's boy toy, and Wallace is bewitched by an arrogant beauty who has plenty of time for other boyfriends.

I Say: Enter the bitchfight that is Veronica and Jackie.

Episode 4: Green-Eyed Monster

They Say: Who's that trampy looking blonde with a wardrobe from Dirty Coeds R Us? Veronica poses as a hot-to-trot airhead to test the fidelity of a suspicious client's boyfriend. Weevil provides a clue about the bus crash.

I Say: Learning to trust... not always as easy as it doesn't look.

Episode 13: Ain't No Magin Mountain High Enough

They Say: Neptune High's Winter Carnival brings out the freaks - the arrogant, the envious, the nasty, the vengeful and apparently, the larceous: The carnival cash box goes missing while under Veronica's care.

I Say: Watch out Veronica fans - this is the first appearance of Hannah. I know Logan and Veronica are meant to be... but if there could ever be someone else, Hannah would be it.

Episode 14: Versatile Toppings

They Say: At Neptune High, if you're out you're defiantely not in. The secret list of users for a chat room called Pirate's S.H.I.P. (Student Homosexual Internet Postings) is ripped off by a theif who is also a blackmailer.

I Say: Lesbian Cheerleaders: Is there any better pander to male fantasy?

Episode 15: The Quick and The Wed

They Say: Get me to the church on time. Veronica searches for a bride who disappeared after the bachelorette party. Beaver expands hi real estate empire, Logan's trial date is set and Terrence Cook is gunned down.

I Say: More Logan and Hannah tragedy.

Episode 16: The Rapes of Graff

They Say: During a Hearst College tour, Veronica runs into her bad-news ex, Troy, and Troy runs into trouble when he's accused of date rape. More sexual misconduct: Cliff's encounter with a hooker leaves him in an awkward position.

I Say: Troy's back! Hannah's Gone. Poor sad Logan.

Episode 17: Plan B

They Say: Clues in the hunt for Felix's killer include a yellow toy truck and a real truck driven by a real witness, and the Sadie Hawkins Dance marks a change in the relationships between Jackie and Wallace, Mac and Beaver... and Veronica and Logan.

I Say: Wallace cheats - wtf! Beaver freaks out and breaks up with Mac! Thumper finally gets what he deserves - Kaboom!

Check out Weevil's confession and the creepy laughter at the end.

Episode 18: I Am God

They Say: Full fathom five. Victims of the bus crash drift in and out of Veronica's dreams, dropping hints about what really happened. Wallace and Logan make surprising, and surprisingly effective, science-project partners.

I Say: Return of the Guidance Counselor.

Episode 19: Nevermind the Buttocks

They Say: A hit-and-run driver takes down a classmate's dog... on purpose. When Veronica investigates, it seems every lead also leads to the Fitzgeralds, and to the bus crash.

I Say: Weevil kicks ass against the Fitzpatricks.

Episode 20: Look Who's Stalking

They Say: Political connection. When the mayor finds himself in a motel room with an unconscience new friend clad only in her underwear, he calls Keith. Veronica helps the mayor's daughter discovers whose been shadowing her.

I Say: Creepy creepy stalking Gia... Plus Leo's back (So cute) and Logan fucks up... again... look out here comes another poor sad Logan moment.

Episode 21: Happy Go Lucky

They Say: As Neptune's trial of the century begins, Veronica hopes her testimony will put Aaron Echolls away forever. Outside the courtroom, Veronica and Keith discover emails that link Mayor Goodman to an ugly secret.

I Say: Mayor McCreepy and His Creepy Lucky. Then there's creepy Aaron Echolls. Episode is full of creepy.

Episode 22: Not Pictured

They Say: Who caused the school bus crash that killed all those kids? And Why? Veronica has her suspicions. You have yours. But there are shocking twists and turns to come before the answer is clear.

I Say: ....... no words

Dollhouse Clip - Spoiler Alert!

2009-07-07T12:27:00.000-07:00

Clip From Epitath One Straight From Dollverse:

Coming soon to DeeVeeDee and that geek mecca Comic-Con!

Here's a sneak peek of Epitaph One as a thank you to all the fans for being patient while we address the pre-order issues.

Her Last Death

2009-07-04T23:23:00.000-07:00

Her Last Death by Susanna Sonnenberg is a gritty and refreshingly honest look at relationship between mother and daughter.

When I began reading the book, I explained to a friend the novel's plot, they asked me, "Why are you reading that?" and I didn't have a response. The novel's subject matter is beyond depressing, showcasing exactly how wrong parenting can go. The depths one person can sink to is outlined through her own daughter's eyes.

What I find after completion is that this book much like many of Susanna's choices, was necessary. In order to fully understand the relationship I have with my own mother, and in turn the relationship I will have with my children, I needed this novel.

No my mother didn't snort cocaine or explain her sexual conquests in extreme detail to me at the end of each day. However, my mother does convince me that spending time with her will be a good experience each time I visit her. She builds my expectations and her own to unnatainable heights. Within 20 minutes of seeing each other we are disappointed. I am verbally put down athree times within that span of time and am ready to quit her presence.

No, my mother did not punch me or throw me out in the street, but she did come after me with hangers and verbally make me an ungrateful, unwelcome intruder in her "peaceful" existence.

Like Susanna, I wonder sometimes if I have exaggerated the details of her behavior. I constantly question my actions and wonder if things happened the way I remember or the way she tells them to her friends on the phone. Reality bends and warps from the contrast of her dictated twists and turns to the days when I was left to myself, alone with no way to confront her except in my imagination.

I started reading this book at a point in my life when everything began to crash down upon me, and the reality began once more to warp as the conflicting stories of memory and fairy tale do in this memoir. The burgeoning adult in me and my friends began to blame the book and I was convinced to discontinue reading it, but the conflicting realities were in fact only pointing out the inconsistencies in my own consciousness. It only served to point out the ways in which I was broken, through sthe eyes of someone else.

Susanna's childhood is outrageous and the extreme, however echoes and themes can be found in the childhoods of anyone who has been abused in some way. Her book gives comfort with open honesty and allows anyone in these types of situations to recognize and come to terms with their own history and self.

**** (4 stars)

One More Reason I Love Buffy

2009-07-03T00:38:00.000-07:00

"I don't understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she's, there's just a body, and I don't understand why she just can't get back in it and not be dead anymore. It's stupid. It's mortal and stupid. And, and Xander's crying and not talking, and, and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well, Joyce will never have any more fruit punch ever, and she'll never have eggs, or yawn or brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why."
- "Anya" from the episode of BtVS "The Body" by Joss Whedon

Attention All Writers :)

2009-07-02T13:35:00.000-07:00

Ex N. Idaho Drug Kingpin Needs Writer (San Diego)

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Date: 2009-06-30, 10:23PM PDT

Writer Wanted For Ex North Idaho Drug Kingpin: Looking for someone to write life story, unique story, unique Individual. Story consists of dealings with Colombians,Cubans, Mexican Federallies, 16 years in prison hanging out with mafia members from the Phildelphia Scarfo gang, Charlie Iannache, Anthony Pungitore, Gene Gotti-brother of John Gotti of the New York Mafia, being successful jail house lawyer. Story begins with the consequences for a boy with a gifted IQ who deals with uniagnosed ADHD and the path he takes in life through taking over the underbelly of the drug world,prison,self inflicted extrodinary rehabilitation efforts to his succesfull entrance back into society. This isnt some run of the mill drug dealer story! I SHOULD BE DEAD A HUNDRED TIMES OVER. GOD HAD HIS HAND ON MY SHOULDER TO GET THROUGH IT. ps: All Statue of Limitations are finished and all prison time completed. The story just needs to be told by a gifted writer. TO SEE 6 PAGE SYNOPSIS GO TO: http://bobbyconvict.blogspot.com If interested, please submit writing proposal/compensation plans. I would prefer to give the writer a portion of proceeds, but would pay the right writer to do the story. Follow up to the book would be self help videos/books for children-parents-educators-inmates to not go down the path I took, or to change an inmates life through education. please email me at: write4me87@yahoo.com

The Time Traveler's Wife

2009-06-17T13:38:00.000-07:00

This was an amazing novel and I can't wait to see the movie now.

Because they made me laugh.... <3

2009-06-16T18:41:00.000-07:00

District 9

2009-06-01T15:38:00.000-07:00

Saw a preview for this movie at X-Men: Wolverine. It looks like it should be interesting.

The Strain

2009-06-01T15:33:00.000-07:00

By Guillermo del Toro and Chuck Hogan

looks like a really good novel....

New ABC Shows to be Excited About

2009-06-01T12:19:00.000-07:00

Joss Whedon's Dollhouse: 21st century Neo-Gothic

2009-05-31T01:46:00.000-07:00

Joss Whedon's Dollhouse: 21st century Neo-Gothic

Submitted by Peter Tupper on 30 May, 2009 - 18:23
in: bdsm gothic recommended television

From a historical perspective, even the most modern of entertainments are descendants of ancient stories and ideas. Joss Whedon’s TV series Dollhouse, though marketed as a science-fiction/spy/action series, is at heart a Gothic story, a genre that dates back to the eighteenth century, but updated to the 21^st century.

To do Gothic, first you need a house. The Dollhouse isn’t the traditional crumbling castle on a bleak barren heath; it actually looks like a slightly sinister day spa, hidden beneath an office building in modern-day Los Angeles. The series’ lead, a woman codenamed “Echo” (Eliza Dushku), is one of the dolls, or Actives. They are “programmable people”, imprinted with the skills and memories to be whatever the clients need, from soldiers to sexual fantasies. In between engagements, they are kept in the Dollhouse in a child-like, amnesiac state, beautiful and helpless, their every physical need met and under constant surveillance. It’s not unlike Laura Antoniou’s underground slave training Marketplace, or the Club, an island BDSM paradise, of Anne Rice’s Exit to Eden, “...where the lights never go out and you’re never alone.” Some of the more masochistically-minded readers might be wondering where they can sign up

But Gothic houses are all about secrets, and the Dollhouse is crawling with them. Much of season one is the progressive revelation of a traumatic event in the series’ past, when one of the dolls went berserk, slaughtered a bunch of people with only a kitchen knife, and escaped. In the aftermath, the Dollhouse ticks along, but no matter how hard the staff tries, it can’t quite resume perfect equilibrium, perfect control. There are always flaws, secrets, hidden agendas, traces of imperfection. It even has the requisite “mad woman in the attic”, Dr. Claire Saunders (Amy Acker), a physically and mentally scarred rejoinder to the Dollhouse’s regime of beauty and order.

Another tenet of the Gothic is irrationalism. Everybody in the Dollhouse has their obsessions and secrets, things they should know better than to do, but do them anyway.

Echo’s bodyguard, Boyd, loves her like a father, but his devotion is tainted with codependency and guilt. Echo’s would-be rescuer, FBI agent Paul Ballard (Tahmoh Penikett), is an obsessive, paranoid thug, as much her stalker as her saviour. The techie who runs the mind imprinting technology is an Asperger’s case who studiously blocks out moral consideration of his work with layers of rationalization. The ice queen who runs the house can’t help fishing off the company pier.

The dolls themselves are supposedly volunteers who will be well compensated when their terms are up, but recruitment seems to seek out candidates who are desperate enough to sign over their mind and body to this shadowy organization. No matter how perfect the institution’s control, human nature is still disruptive, for better or for worse.

A large part, perhaps most, of the Dollhouse’s business is what are termed “romantic” engagements. Echo, in various personae, does BDSM as both top and bottom. Victor, another doll, regularly serves as a wealthy woman’s lover. Some of the most common requests are same-sex encounters for closeted celebrities and millionaires. The Dollhouse itself is more than a bit kinky, inspired by fantasies of slavery, prostitution, mind control, medical fetish and ageplay, of benevolent authority figures and helpless innocent submissives. The dolls even sleep sealed up in little boxes. The Gothic is also a way of subversively exploring alternate forms of sexuality.

As this is a dramatic series and not a sexual fantasy, that power is deeply problematic. In Gothic stories, power disrupts personal ties. In Harriet Beecher-Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin, an nineteenth-century novel that used Gothic tropes for abolitionist purposes, the true evil of slavery is that the institution breaks up slave families by separating parents from children and husbands from wives, and hinting at the threat of rape.

In the Dollhouse, this power is corporate. Dolls are programmed to trust their handlers utterly, and this trust is horribly abused in one case. Victor’s innocent crush on another doll is treated as a problem to be mind-wiped away. Boyd and Echo’s service to the Dollhouse beyond the call of duty is “rewarded” by separating them, ending a relationship that comforts both of them. Those frustrations and conflicts drive the story.

Echo is a descendant of a line of Gothic heroines, women who struggle to maintain personal freedom in the face of overwhelming institutional power.

The heroine of Samuel Richardson’s novel Clarissa is used as a bargaining chip in the marriage market by her depraved family. Lovelace, a smooth-talking rake, offers her escape. Instead, Clarissa winds up imprisoned in a brothel, her communications intercepted and under constant surveillance by Lovelace and his minions. Lovelace has Clarissa’s body completely under control, but he wants her to give up her principles willingly, and Clarissa resists. Lovelace eventually drugs and rapes Clarissa, which reveals himself as a brute and a coward. Clarissa’s own faith in human nature is shattered.

Likewise, in Uncle Tom’s Cabin, Tom struggles to live a virtuous, Christian life on Simon Legree’s hellish plantation. Legree wants Tom’s willing obedience and adoration, and beats him to death attempting get it.

Despite mindwipes and personality imprints, Echo struggles to make her original self, an idealistic animal rights activist, come through. It’s Echo’s ability to exceed her programming that makes her both extremely valuable to the Dollhouse and a danger that must be controlled, as she threatens another violent outburst or to escape and expose the operation. She is, potentially, both the Dollhouse’s salvation and its destruction.

While Dollhouse has plenty of fights, chases and other action, the real conflict is psychological and emotional. This makes the series, in a sense, more “feminine” than Whedon’s earlier Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Despite a rocky start and uninspiring ratings on a Friday night timeslot, Dollhouse’s first season garnered critical support and won a surprise renewal for the fall. With a second season, this premise can be further explored, not least in its sexual ramifications. There have already been hints of putting minds in different bodies, or same-sex encounters.

2009-05-20T00:38:00.000-07:00

Ohhh! Exciting. :)

Whiskey From Dollhosue

2009-05-20T00:20:00.000-07:00

Portrayed By the fantastic Amy Acker

Everything I Ever Wanted to Articulate About Dollhouse But Never Could

2009-05-15T03:56:00.000-07:00

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Escaping the Dollhouse

Adam Turl looks at a new television series, Dollhouse, from Joss Whedon, the creator of Buffy and Firefly.

May 14, 2009

Olivia Williams and Eliza Dushku in Joss Whedon's Dollhouse

"THERE'S NOTHING good or bad but thinking makes it so." That's the world according to Topher Brink (played by Fran Kranz)--the fictional scientist that programs the brains (of only semi-willing subjects) in Joss Whedon's Dollhouse.

Last Friday, Fox aired the season finale of Dollhouse--which stars Eliza Dushku as Echo, one of dozens of brainwashed and programmable human "dolls" or "actives" hired out to the wealthy and powerful by the secretive corporate cabal that runs the "Dollhouse."

The Dollhouse is a gilded cage (that looks like an upscale spa) hidden beneath a high-rise office building in Los Angeles. Actives are assigned names based on the alphabet, such as Alpha and Echo and Whiskey. Their minds are wiped clean in between their assignments--which frequently involve sex (prostitution) and violence (sometimes assassination).

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Dollhouse, written and created by Joss Whedon. Starring Eliza Dushku, Harry Lennix, Tahmoh Penikett, Fran Kranz and Alan Tudyk. First season finale aired May 8 on Fox.

They are nominally "contracted" employees (who have signed over five years of their lives to the Dollhouse). Their new personalities, dreams and talents are controlled by the house (while their real personalities and memories are stored in computer files called "wedges" until their bonded servitude is over). The Dollhouse is illegal and "underground" (figuratively and literally).

I usually love Joss Whedon's work, and Dollhouse is one of few shows on television that successfully goes beyond mere entertainment--but with a Friday night time slot (a notoriously bad time for new shows) and with a "difficult" underlying theme (to say the least), ratings have been low. The show might be canceled.

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WHEDON, A third-generation television writer, is known for his fantastic premises (ranging from fighting demons to spaceship-piloting bandits with hearts of gold) in classics like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Firefly and the brilliant web-only Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-Long Blog--that nevertheless put "real-life human" drama at the center.

That is not to say that his shows are simply soap operas with amazing settings. They have a particular outlook on what it "means" to be human. Whedon is certainly no socialist or radical, but he describes himself a humanist, a feminist and has repeatedly professed his atheism--saying that he doesn't believe in the "sky bully," i.e. God. With Whedon, the old axiom "nothing human is alien to me" comes to mind.

His shows are often unique because the viewer is led to understand and, on occasion, empathize with the "bad guys" and because Whedon's "heroes" sometimes make horrible mistakes. In other words, his characters act like real people who develop and change due to their actual circumstances (however fantastic these may be).

This is refreshing with a "popular culture" where "bad guys" are often one-dimensional cartoons and where the "good guys" are largely infallible and unflappable.

In Buffy, Angel is a vampire with a "soul" trying to make up for his past crimes. In Buffy's sixth season, Willow (Buffy's friend and a powerful "witch") becomes so distraught when her girlfriend Tara is murdered that she tries to destroy the world. Some of the worst villains in Firefly are flesh-eating "reevers"--but in Whedon's film adaptation of the show, Serenity, we learn that they were created in a botched government experiment in behavioral control. They become victims instead of villains.

Dollhouse takes this theme farther. As the "dolls" are reprogrammed with new personalities and memories, every week the question is: who are these characters really? In particular, this is the case with Dushku's character Echo (her real name is Caroline before she becomes a "doll"). The dolls are victims of the Dollhouse and, at the same time, its pre-programmed defenders.

Whedon got inspiration for the show from an episode of This American Life. "Guys had found a way to block a memory stream on mice," Whedon recalls, and "got flooded with letters from people begging them to be test subjects, because they were like, 'I don't want to remember my life. Something bad happened,' or 'I want to cut out something.'"

Many of the more recurring characters in the show are the corporate managers of the Dollhouse. What they are doing is clearly wrong, but they are depicted like real people, more or less middle management in a global conspiracy of "dollhouses" from Los Angeles to Tokyo to London.

Paul Ballard (played by Tahmoh Panikett) is a suspended FBI agent who is trying to root out the Dollhouse and rescue Caroline, but ends up agreeing to work for the Dollhouse in a deal to free one of the actives.

"The good and evil is kind of the point," Whedon told Salon.com, "the relativity of both and our assumptions about what's evil is something we want to explore all the time. The Dollhouse is by definition kinda sketchy. And very illegal."

This is not to say that Whedon never takes sides--and his ideas obviously tend toward the liberal and progressive. His earlier shows demonstrate this more clearly.

For example, in one episode of Buffy, the "slayer" is sucked into a demonic sweatshop dimension (until she leads a rebellion to free those inside). In Firefly, two principal characters are veterans of the defeated war for independence from the supposedly "civilized" Alliance.

In the first season of Angel, the show makes the case for rehabilitation instead of punishment when the renegade vampire slayer Faith (also played by Dushku) tries to kill Angel. In fact, the main enemy in Angel is an "evil" corporate law firm, Wolfram and Hart.

Dollhouse also takes sides--but not enough. Every episode is downright eerie--and it couldn't be otherwise given that it is in no small part about the commodification of personality itself. Actives are essentially bullied into signing away their lives. As Whedon describes it, "the question of whether they've actually volunteered or not is obviously somewhat dicey. And as we'll begin to learn, every Active has a different backstory."

Some are former prisoners or victims of different tragedies.

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WHEDON'S SELF-DESCRIBED feminism also permeates Dollhouse--as it has in his previous work.

In 2006, Whedon won an award from Equality Now for his positive depictions of women. In his speech accepting the award he argued that "the misogyny that is in every culture is not a true part of the human condition. It is life out of balance, and that imbalance is sucking something out of the soul of every man and woman who's confronted with it."

Feminist ideas showed early on in his career when he worked as a writer on Roseanne--a show that presented working-class people and working-class women as actual human beings. Part of his logic behind Buffy was to invert the Hollywood formula of "the little blonde girl who goes into a dark alley and gets killed in every horror movie." Instead of a victim, she is the super-hero able to protect and defend others.

As Whedon recalled: "I started out with [the idea of] 'Martha the Immortal Waitress.' The idea of somebody that nobody would take account of, who just had more power than was imaginable."

Similar themes--including the power of the supposedly weak to fight back--cross through his other shows. In the first season of Angel, the heroes essentially abort a series of unwanted demonic pregnancies (using magic). In Firefly, the show's characters defend women in a brothel from a misogynist warlord (and fight alongside them).

The feminism is there in Dollhouse--although it is more problematic. Not all the dolls in Dollhouse are women--but many are (and it likely isn't an accident that it shares a similar name with Henrik Ibsen's play, A Doll's House).

In the second episode of Dollhouse, Echo is hired out to a psychopathic multimillionaire who hunts her in the woods (until she kills him). In another episode, one of the Dollhouse "handlers" is killed (by the Dollhouse brass) when he sexually abuses one of the dolls. Throughout the show, Ballard's motivations for "saving the girl" (Caroline/Echo) are called into question.

But the series suffers because Whedon doesn't clearly condemn the prostitution implicit in the fabric of the dollhouse (not unlike far too many later-day "feminists" who wrongly believe there is something "empowering" about prostitution). Whedon doesn't go that far, but his ambivalence about the "world's oldest profession" is a weakness in the makeup of the show.

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REGARDLESS, EMPATHY, liberalism and feminism aren't the only reasons why Whedon's shows are so good. They are (usually) genuinely good stories--using "classic" plot devices (cliffhangers, "the end of the world," criminal capers, etc.) as well as groundbreaking new ones--where the fantastic reinforces the mundane.

For example, Buffy won an award for the fourth season episode "Hush." In "Hush," for 35 minutes there is no spoken dialogue (a demon has stolen everyone's voices) but the silence brilliantly underscores the "real" conflicts of the characters.

In Dollhouse, at its best, the twists and turns of plot underline the larger questions the show raises about control and individuality.

In the season finale, an escaped (and homicidal) doll, Alpha (brilliantly played by Alan Tudyk) kidnaps Echo. Alpha was accidentally given 48 personalities at once and considers himself a sort of ubermensch. However, his homicidal impulses began before the Dollhouse accident--raising the question of how much control the Dollhouse really has over the minds of its actives.

Echo is the would-be hero of the show. Throughout the season, she remembers things she is not supposed to--engagements, skills and memories that were supposed to have been wiped from her mind.

Dollhouse's biggest problem (politically, artistically and in getting viewers to tune in each week) is also what makes it interesting--the identity crisis of its characters.

Part of what made Firefly, Buffy and Angel compelling was that viewers loved the characters and identified with them, warts and all. They were trapped in conditions often beyond their control, trying to do their best, sometimes failing, sometimes succeeding (much like real life).

Whedon has said that "Echo is a much more complicated character by virtue of being hardly a character, and the premise itself is designed to be kind of distancing."

But that could be a fatal flaw. It may be that the lack of control (and the limited ability to fight back) that Echo and the other dolls have is too apocalyptic--and the line between so-called "good" and "evil" too blurred to be useful as either an artistic or political device.

By way of contrast, in Buffy, Angel and Firefly, you often understood why people did the wrong thing--but they could only find hope by switching sides and trying to make the world better. By extension, viewers could conclude that they too could find hope by picking the right side--whatever tragedies, weaknesses or failures they had endured.

In these series, even large numbers of people joined together to fight back--as in the finale of Buffy season three, when Buffy's graduating class unites to defeat the town's newly transformed demonic mayor.

Dollhouse should be renewed--and folks should watch it. For all Whedon's wild plots, his stories are some of the few on television that really resemble the complications and conflict of life as it is actually lived. But here's to hoping that as the show progresses, its characters will start picking sides--and ultimately that they "burn" the Dollhouse to the ground.

That's what Buffy would do. "Martha the Immortal Waitress" is nobody's slave.

Dollhouse.... Again

2009-05-12T08:41:00.000-07:00

So simply because I don't necessarily think that Eliza is the best in her character, does that mean I want the show canceled? Hell no! If the show could become just a little more ensemble oriented and Joss could put a little more focus in it, then I think it would have to be another favorite of mine, which means that Joss is filling up spaces in my top ten.

On that note I leave you with this, and feel free to contribute one of your own:

To: askfox@fox.com

From: Marie Coffey

Subject: Can you renew Dollhouse?

Body:
Dear AskFox,

Is it possible for you to renew dollhouse? We (the fans) would really appreciate it - and it would possibly** stop all of us Whedon fans from talking bad about your company. There's a bright lining eh?

If you could stop some of the negative energy, with just one teeny tiny more season of Dollhouse, wouldn't it be worth it. Plus, with no more Terminator and no more Dollhouse, what would we sci-fi fans watch? We would just simply stop watching your channel altogether. Do you seriously want to take a hit like that?

Honestly, what do you have that's better than Dollhouse?

Sincerely,
Marie Coffey

**this is not a guarantee - if you do something else stupid then we are not under obligation to stop the mocking

Dollhouse: Omega

2009-05-11T20:25:00.000-07:00

So I have a little bit of unfortunate news.

I, the long time whedonite and eliza dushku fan have to admit that this initial pairing of the two has failed...

Don't get me wrong, it's a good show. It has action and suspense and good acting, but in order for me to tune in, I have to see something extraordinary and out of the norm.

I saw that in the season finale of Dollhouse, but not from the main character, or plot line or even the main writing. Where I saw extraordinary was from a side character who before this point has had little or no screen time and has been given a supporting plot line. This is the Amy Acker as "Whiskey" phenomenon. Boy is Amy Acker delicious. She was hot, a completely new and interesting character and completely engaging as a psychotic killer and an innocent doll. Then she was astounding once more in her original character of Dr. Saunders.. I think everyone who has seen the show can agree that Amy Acker should be playing the lead role.

Mind you this is coming from an Eliza fan. When people said that Deichan was a better actress, i upheld my faith (pardon the pun) and stood by Eliza, believing that she could bring something more to the role, but she hasn't, and Amy blew her out of the water.

Sorry Eliza, but I think it's time you moved over. Amy Acker is queen.

Dollhouse

2009-05-04T22:39:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I watched the most recent episode of Dollhouse, entitle Briar Rose and I have to say that I am in love. Alan Tudyk guest stars as Alpha, the rogue Doll. He was brilliant and the episode raised a lot of questions that we have yet to discover. Who is Echo really? Is she good, is she bad? Is she even Caroline anymore, now after all that she has been through?

Food for thought....

Watch Dollhouse on Fridays at 9:00 pm, or on Hulu!

Choices

2009-04-17T09:23:00.000-07:00

At the age of eleven or thereabouts women acquire a poise and an ability to handle difficult situations which a man, if he is lucky, manages to achieve somewhere in the later seventies.

P. G. Wodehouse

Trapped

2009-04-15T10:53:00.000-07:00

I’m trapped. The darkness is closing in around me, providing protection for me, but for my attacker as well. I don’t know whether to feel comforted by this thought or scared.

Something moves in the darkness. Scared. I am definitely scared and not confused about what to feel anymore. It is only a matter of time before whatever was out there catches up to me, and as scared as I am, I am not going out without a fight. Frantically I begin searching my surroundings for anything I can use to fight back.

Slowly I begin to creep through the darkness, trying desperately not to give away my whereabouts. Fuck! As I slam into something that feels like a desk. What would a desk be doing down here under a theater? As my eyes adjust to the dark, I am able to make out different kinds of furniture now. They are stored down here: desks, chairs, tables, beds, counters, sofas; stacked on top of each other. When I see an old fashioned bathtub with legs, it hit me. This is the prop room where they store all of the props for theatre productions. The amount of furniture is massive, stacked on shelves twenty feet high and weaving a maze through the giant room.

There must be some kind of weapon around here. This is a prop room. Some kind of prop a knife or bat or spatula. The thought makes me start laughing hysterically. My laughter bubbles up uncontrollably, and as I try to stop it, it turns into a sort of hacking, gurgling sound.

More movement. I freeze where I stand; with one foot in mid air. The thought of what I must look like now would make me start laughing again, but I’m too scared now. I think I hear movement from more than one area. This gets me moving. I need to find a weapon of some sort. If only – there! A row of doors stands in front of me, leading to an exit at best and at worst a side-room where specialty props are stored. I make my way over to one only to find it locked. Why can’t I catch a break?

Frantically I try the next door; more movement. It’s locked. I try to force it open now. A low growling has started. I think it’s coming from behind the door. They’re everywhere. Run.

I’ve got to run. I’ve tried to fight and look where that has gotten me. Run. Run through the prop room. Find a place to hide. There must be someplace hidden or- barricaded. There’s a gated box. I’d be trapped, but it’s a barrier. I climb in. I don’t know why there it’s here in the middle of the storage room, but it’s extra protection. I lie flat on the floor; any amount of camouflage is good.

Creaking.

Movement all around me now. How many of them are there?

I’m moving up.

Light flashes on above me, spotlighting me in my cage and blinding me to everything outside the light. All I can see are spots and white hot light centering me on the floor. I realize now that I’ve been tricked. I’ve been corralled into my pen; boxed up in a neat little package.

Only I’m still moving. It must be some sort of freight elevator for all the furniture. It moves so slowly. Inching up to whatever is waiting for me. Plenty of time to get scared. Plenty of time to wish for an easy way out. Even more time to think about my life.

**********

He touched the back of my neck, stroked, and I murmured, quietly, and made a subtle movement into him. He was sitting on a couch beside me, this man I barely knew; a member of the opposite sex, who was somehow sexless. This is where the night always led, and still leads: to love, or lust, or the lack thereof. The need of some wayward connection is dominant in all our lives; our minds are searching for meaning and companionship, crying out for someone to love us.

The people around me talked and laughed, rotating through my friend’s house, trying to find comfort in the smiling familiar faces across the room. In and out of rooms, and levels they mingled, surrounding couches and tables, carrying their glasses of wine. As the night wore on, the numbers dwindled, slowly shrinking into the night and off to their own lonely homes, where they were the only thing that made sound, except for an electronic flashing and talking machine.
People drifted into their own worlds, and we were left there, sitting in the living room, explaining away the mysteries of life. The night turned into morning, and many found the same thing I did.
“Want to get out of here?”

**********

Cold hands smooth across the pale cream color of her skin.
“Soon.”

**********

Bright warm light spilled across my eyelids as I viewed my surroundings. It was my room, but I didn’t recognize it. It felt as though a tornado had raced through it. The man was passed out next to me in a manner that says we had had sex, but I still don’t recall doing so.

I made my way into the restroom to freshen up and then quietly to the kitchen. There was no need to kick him out, not at that point. I’m nothing if not civil to the men who end up back here considering it is just as much my fault as his. Outside, the sun was shining and the air cool as the sun rose anew. I can never sleep in after a night out.

I made a pot of coffee and slouched out to the balcony in my sweatpants and baggy sweater, adding my slippers for a good measure. As I looked at my beloved street with a fresh cup of coffee and the sun shining, I felt a sense of contentment which I rarely enjoyed.

Rosewood Ave. I love the name because it’s my favorite flower smell and I feel as though through the name, the street possesses some kind of natural perfume of sentiment. San Francisco has always been my home but someday soon, I want to move to Paris. The people of France share my ideals and have outlooks on life more similar to my own than in San Francisco. All I need is to find a place on Place Bois de Rose in Paris and I’m set.

As long as I can remember I’ve had this romantic dream of living in a little cottage somewhere in the south of France, spending half the days on the beach and the other half making a living off what I write, novels hopefully, but editorial and news pieces would do as well. It would be just me and the air, the water and the earth, and maybe a lover thrown in here or there. I would never need anyone however, never get too attached to anyone ever again.

I turned, finding him leaning against the door frame, staring at me.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“How long have you been sitting there?”

As I looked up at him, I realized he was actually very attractive. This fact had somehow escaped my notice in the first few moments of consciousness.

“So…”

“You want me to go?”

“Well…”

“You want me to go.”

I didn’t say anything. If I had said yes, then who knows what might have happened. What if I ended up actually liking him and he didn’t like me back? What if he turned out to be some freak, who wouldn’t leave once I let him stay. So I sat silently on my balcony, looking in at my own home this time, as he sat on the couch and put on his shoes. I watched him turn away and grab his coat off the couch. I watched him slowly turn back, and open his mouth as if to say something, but think better of it and snap the two pieces together shut tight against any escaping sound, as he turned once again to leave.

“Wait.”

He stopped and turned once more.

“Stay.”

He walked over to me, lifted my chin in his fingers and kissed me on the mouth.

His name was David, and one week later he moved in.

**********

My mornings were now usually filled with sending David off to work before returning to my study to write. I filled pages of poetry and finished three quarters of my novel in one week, writing furiously until David came home in the evenings. After the first week, however I would occasionally take a short walk in the morning, to get some fresh air, and see beyond the four walls of my apartment. Even a large space can seem to become tiny when you haven’t left it for a week.

Slowly throughout these morning walks I began to become aware that someone was following me. I would recognize the same jacket out of the corner of my eyes, repeatedly, and felt always the stain of eyes watching me.

I began to get claustrophobic, unable to stay within the apartment but finding it unbearable to leave. Only when David got home would I then venture out into the cold evenings, and still I would be cautious and filled with tension.

“Relax,” David would tell me. “What do you think someone is going to jump out and bite you.” Once, at the terrified look in my eyes as a response to this, he laughed quietly, trying to reassure me. “What has gotten into you? What’s wrong?” I didn’t tell him about my fears though, thinking they were all in my head. The last thing our short-lived relationship needed at this point was my neurotic fears coming to light.

**********

One day, as I was sitting at my desk, frustratingly staring at the novel which had before poured out of me like liquid, the doorbell rang. I quickly got up from my chair, eager for a distraction from my failures and tensions, only to find the doorway empty when I got there. On the floor however was a bouquet of roses and lavender.

My Dearest Evelyn,

Last night reminded me again how precious you are to me. Watching you slowly undress as you ready yourself for bed, I was newly amazed by the allure of your soft, golden ivory skin. Stunned by the tilt of your cat eyes as they peered from the veil of black silk that it your hair, and wearing the same expression within them as when you drink your morning coffee or take a bite of something really delicious.

Last night, as you do every night, you slowly lowered the straps of your dress, each shoulder bared in a precious freezing of time. Moments seem to take hours when you do this, allowing me to see the inside of your soul. High from my guarding post I watch over you, guarding the secrets you leave in the dark and anxiously awaiting your return.

<3>

I quickly run outside to see the delivery man, but there is no one.

**********

It had to have been David who sent me the flowers. No one else could have seen me undress. Across the street there is only the little Café Vesuvio, with its one story building and no where to see into the third story window of my bedroom.

But when I thanked David for the flowers, he laughed and said I must have some other admirer; someone else who enjoys a pretty face. I freeze under his caress but he doesn’t notice.

**********

One of my plays was selected to be produced in a collection of new works down at the Theatre Rhinoceros, on their main stage. It requires me to venture out in the evenings, but I can’t give into the fear. I walk home every evening at ten o’clock, one hand on the pepper spray in y purse and the other ready to dial the police with the push of a button on my cell phone.

I ask David repeatedly to walk home with me, and he consents but things come up at work and he can’t do it every night. It gets harder to distinguish footsteps behind me. The streets are still filled with people at ten in San Francisco.

**********

I slowly undressed slipping each strap of my sundress slowly from my shoulders and felt the cool night air drift across each bare inch of skin. The cold excited my nerves as much as any warm hand would, and the knowledge that David watched only increased the sensation. As the dress slipped lower and uncovered my breasts his breathing became labored and heavy, his hands clenched to his sides as he promised they would be. I knew he wanted nothing more than to touch me, and feel my body burn beneath his own hands, but I wanted to teach him a lesson. He wasn’t indispensable.

He had joked that I have another admirer, well that could be true. He was playing a vicious game with me and I would serve him back a play which would hurt him as much as he was hurting me. As I looked into his eyes I saw the pain my cruel lesson was causing in him, and I reveled in it. After tonight he would finally completely understand as never before that I didn’t need him as he needed me. He loved me more than I would ever love him, than I ever could love him.

I wondered if he would leave me finally, if this would be the decisive straw. I smoothed my hand down the curves I had revealed. My skin lay naked and exposed covered only by the black lingerie I had bought earlier that day simply for this moment. I had planned all day how I would trick David into giving his promise not to touch me. I baited him with the promise that I would be the one doing all of the touching, and implied that he would be the one I touched. Almost instantly afterward he had realized of course that this was not the plan. He was intelligent after all. He had grown wise to my tricks and games.

The curves of my breasts and hips were smooth as I pressed against them with my palms, creating sensation of touching and being touched all in one motion and growing slowly impatient to be inside myself. I lowered my right hand down under the black lace of my panties while my left grabbed onto my inner thigh. Slowly at first and in a circular motion I circled my clitoris in a smooth exploratory motion, revealing in its knowing embrace. This was a well known path, explored often throughout the years. As body began to fill with quivering nerves, my index finger quickly began it’s practiced motion of back and forth rubbing movement sending convulsions into the inner workings of my womanhood. My breaths were even and cool even as I began to come undone, rising into an explosion of climax equally as powerful, and more complete than any man had yet to give me.

I looked up to catch David’s eyes only to see that he had left the room. I had made him promise not to interfere, but he had won in the end. He never promised to stay and watch.

I fixed my underwear and went to brush my teeth. David was in bed when I got back, with the light turned out and the door closed. I quietly slipped under the covers beside him. He did not turn over to hold me.

**********

Tired of the games, I kicked David out. He pleaded with me not to do it. He accused me of being paranoid and on constant guard, then asked me where his Evelyn had gone. I replied, “Out in the trash, with the flowers.” At his confused look, I almost relented, not wanting to be alone, but I stood firm.

It’s much easier to withstand an attack from without than from within.

**********

From across the street, male eyes watched her slowly slip the straps of her sundress from her shoulders through her bedroom window, creating within him a sense of déjà vu.

“Soon.”

**********

The director asks me to stay after rehearsal so we can talk about some of the themes in the play, and I agree if he will drive me home. While I’m waiting for him to finish speaking with an actor outside, I sit in the audience reading the newest version of the script. Suddenly the lights begin to flicker and I am all too aware of not being alone. I look around trying to see who is there.

“Mathew?” I cry out, calling for the director, but no one answers. Suddenly there is too much space around me, and not enough protection. I grab my belongings and decide to join the director outside but get lost trying to find the back way out. Footsteps are behind me and getting closer. I don’t know what will happen if they catch up to me and I don’t want to risk it. I find a door to my left which is unlocked and rush through, locking it from the inside.

I’m trapped. The darkness is closing in around me, providing protection for me, but for my attacker as well. I don’t know whether to feel comforted by this thought or scared.

Something moves in the darkness. Scared. I creep through the darkness, past the large stacks of furniture stacked on maze like massive shelves.

There must be some kind of weapon around here.

I think I hear movement from more than one area. This gets me moving quickly.

A row of doors stands in front of me, leading to an exit at best and at worst a side-room where specialty props are stored. I try every door only to find them locked.

A low growling has started. I think it’s coming from behind the door. They’re everywhere.

I run through the prop room, trying to find a place to hide. I climb into a gated box, and lie flat on the floor; any amount of camouflage is good.

Creaking.

I’m moving up.

The light flashes on above me, spotlighting me in my cage and blinding me to everything outside the light, and I realize that I’ve been tricked. I’ve been corralled into my pen; boxed up in a neat little package.

I’m still moving; so slowly. Inching up to whatever is waiting for me. There’s plenty of time to get scared and wish for an easy way out; even more time to think about my life.

Only there isn’t enough time. There is never enough time, for any of us in this world. The man stands above me backlit from the light above. Slowly my eyes adjust and I find my self standing face to face with the thing that has terrified me for weeks.

“Are you alright, Miss?” the older man in he janitor’s outfit asks.

“No.”

“Do I need to call someone?”

“N-no. Have you seen the director?”

“He just left, Miss. You must have been the lady he was looking for.”

“Yes... I guess I got lost.”

“Alright, well you get on home now. It’s getting late.”

“Thanks,” I reply and walk as calmly as I can out of the building, not breathing until I get home, where all I can do is lay in bed and cry.

**********

My street is quiet and cozy. My street is deafening in its silence and vicious. My home is spacious and airy. My home is large with corners for a man to hide behind, and drafts from the outside air. My body is precious and mine. My body is on display and watched like a hawk, ready to pounce on its prey.

**********

The café is cozy and pleasant to look at, so you decide to test it out on your way home from work one day in August. The waitress sits you quickly outside at a little table with a sprig of lavender stuck with in its vase. There you order a coffee and chocolate brownie before settling into the sun on your face and watching the numerous people pass by. People ride their bicycles and flow up and down the hill of Rosewood Ave providing varying entertainment. There is the lesbian couple arguing about a third woman they met in the bar last night; the Father teaching his daughter how to ride up the steep slope of the hill on her shiny new tricycle; and the moving men who are desperately trying to find the right apartment. You just moved here to San Francisco Chicago and the laid back, semi-hippie atmosphere is a nice change of pace from the urban grunge of Chicago.

As the sun grazes your face and you begin to feel the start of a tan, and decide to order quickly before the tan turns into a burn. On your left is a woman who is speaking loudly into her cell phone. The sound of her voice is grating as she whines into the phone, “His hands were cold. How could you recommend him to me?” You concentrate on the feeling of the warm liquid sliding down your throat as it spreads into your stomach instead of the grown woman complaining to her sister about a doctor’s appointment.

Turning away from the woman, you are startled to find a man sitting to your left. He is perfectly still and statue like, the only movement is his chest as breath enters and exits his lungs. His eyes are transfixed to an apartment building across the street. You begin to stare intently back and forth from him to the apartment, trying to discern what exactly has captured his attention. As far as you can tell, the building is simply an ordinary brownstone three story building, the same as thousands of others in San Francisco. He suddenly rises taking the sprig of lavender from the vase on his table and quickly crosses the street cutting in front of two moving cars in his haste. He moves east and onward up the hill. The waitress yells a curse as she tries to follow him but he is lost in the crowd and commotion. People are assholes.

Once the excitement has worn off, you return to your coffee only to find it has gone cold and instead delve into the gothic world of Dr. Frankenstein and his monster. Some time and three coffees later, you pay your check and adding generous tip for the waitress to make up for the odd man’s rudeness earlier, before heading east towards home yourself. Police sirens scream past you disrupting your stroll temporarily, but you are able to take back your composure within a moment or so only to have it disintegrate once more. Turning onto Nightshade Lane you are accosted by the sight of a police car and ambulance, at the flower shop aptly named Rosewood and Nightshade. The Police have blocked off the back alley with cones and police tape. You hurry up to the spectacle eager to make sure that the owner, whom you have met once and instantly adored, has not befallen some catastrophe. Through the mass of spectators you can make out the shape of a young woman, not elderly as you feared. She lies on the cement; a sprig of lavender placed in her outstretched palm.

Useless

2009-04-06T15:58:00.000-07:00

I slowly undressed slipping each strap of my sundress slowly from my shoulders and felt the cool night air drift across each bare inch of skin. The cold excited my nerves as much as any warm hand would, and the knowledge that David watched only increased the sensation. As the dress slipped lower and uncovered my breasts his breathing became labored and heavy, his hands clenched to his sides as he promised they would be. I knew he wanted nothing more than to touch me, and feel my body burn beneath his own hands, but I wanted to teach him a lesson. He wasn’t indispensable. I could and would have a very powerful and earth shattering orgasm in about one moment, and it would have nothing to do with him.

David knew this too. As I looked into his eyes I saw the pain my cruel lesson was causing in him, and I reveled in it. After tonight he would finally completely understand as never before that I didn’t need him as he needed me. He loved me more than I would ever love him, than I ever could love him.

I wondered if he would leave me finally, if this would be the decisive straw. I smoothed my hand down the curves I had revealed. My skin lay naked and exposed covered only by the black lingerie I had bought earlier that day simply for this moment. I had planned all day how I would trick David into giving his promise not to touch me. I baited him with the promise that I would be the one doing all of the touching, and implied that he would be the one I touched. Almost instantly afterward he had realized of course that this was not the plan. He was intelligent after all. He had grown wise to my tricks and games.

The curves of my breasts and hips were smooth as I pressed against them with my palms, creating sensation of touching and being touched all in one motion and growing slowly impatient to be inside myself. I lowered my right hand down under the black lace of my panties while my left grabbed onto my inner thigh. Slowly at first and in a circular motion I circled my clitoris in a smooth exploratory motion, revealing in its knowing embrace. This was a well known path, explored often throughout the years. As body began to fill with quivering nerves, my index finger quickly began it’s practiced motion of back and forth rubbing movement sending convulsions into the inner workings of my womanhood. My breaths were even and cool even as I began to come undone, rising into an explosion of climax equally as powerful, and more complete than any man had yet to give me.

I looked up to catch David’s eyes only to see that he had left the room. I had made him promise not to interfere, but he had won in the end. He never promised to stay and watch.

I fixed my underwear and went to brush my teeth. David was in bed when I got back, with the light turned out and the door closed. I quietly slipped under the covers beside him. He did not turn over to hold me.

Conclusion

2009-03-29T14:26:00.001-07:00

The café is cozy and pleasant to look at, so you decide to test it out on your way home from work one day in August. The waitress sits you quickly outside at a little table with a Canterbury bell stuck with in its vase. There you order a coffee and chocolate brownie before settling into the sun on your face and watching the numerous people pass by. People ride their bicycles and flow up and down the hill of Rose Place providing varying entertainment. There is the lesbian couple arguing about a third woman they met in the bar last night; the Father teaching his daughter how to ride up the steep slope of the hill on her shiny new tricycle; and the moving men who are desperately trying to find the right apartment. You just moved here to San Francisco Chicago and the laid back, semi-hippie atmosphere is a nice change of pace from the urban grunge of Chicago.

As the sun grazes your face and you begin to feel the start of a tan, and decide to order quickly before the tan turns into a burn. On your left is a woman who is speaking loudly into her cell phone. The sound of her voice is grating. “His hands were cold,” she whines into the phone. “How could you recommend him to me? You concentrate on the feeling of the warm liquid sliding down your throat as it spreads into your stomach instead of the grown woman complaining to her sister about a doctor’s appointment.

Turning away from the woman, you are startled to find a man sitting to your left. He is only moving as breath enters and exits his lungs and his eyes are transfixed to an apartment building across the street. You begin to stare intently back and forth from him to the apartment, trying to discern what exactly has captured his attention. As far as you can tell, the building is simply an ordinary brownstone three story building, the same as thousands of others in San Francisco.

Suddenly he stands taking the sprig of lavender from his table and quickly crosses the street cutting in front of two moving cars in his haste. He moves east and onward up the hill. The waitress yells a curse as she tries to follow him but he is lost in the crowd and commotion. People are assholes.

Once the excitement has worn down you return to your coffee only to find it has gone cold and instead delve into the gothic world of Dr. Frankenstein and his monster. Some time and three coffees later, you pay your check and adding generous tip for the waitress before heading east towards home. Police sirens scream past you disrupting your stroll temporarily, but you are able to take back your composure within a decent amount of time. Turning onto Nightshade lane you are accosted by the sight of them once more at the flower shop aptly named Rose and Nightshade. The Police have blocked off the back alley with cones and police tape. Through the mass of spectators you can make out the shape of a young woman lying on the cement; a sprig of Lavender placed in her outstretched palm.

Animal Farm

2009-03-25T14:34:00.000-07:00

Go See It!
Join the Revolution!

Thursday 3/26 8:00 pm
Friday 3/27 8:00 pm
Saturday 3/28 2:00 pm and 6:00 pm

Experimental Theater, SDSU

Pre-sale Tickets are $10; you can buy them from any cast member or member of the production team

$12 at the Door

Production Team

Rauly Luna ................... Director
Tony Quezada ................. Asst. Director
Kristin McReddie ........... Costume Desinger
Carissa Walker ........... Lighting Desinger
Juan Hernandez / Tony Quezada ............ Sound Desinger
Alicia-Marie Hutchinson ... Stage Manager
Twan Vo ...................... Master Electrician
Jen Abundez ............... Asst. Stage Manager
Adriane McKean ............ Asst. Lighting Designer
Shaun Rosten ............ Asst. Sound Designer

Cast

Brittany Allen ........... Clover
Courtney Enea .......... Snowball
Patty Hite ............... Napoleon
Nathan Bell ............. Squealer
Shaun Rosten ........... Boxer
Kristen McReddie ..... Benjamin
John Alspaugh ......... Moses
Adriane McKean ...... Old Major / Mollie
Jacqui Verdura ........ Minimus / Young Animal / Pigeon
Kim Ford ............... Pilkington

Superman

2009-03-25T14:22:00.000-07:00

Yeah you are our superman
you're on a pedestal
but you put yourself there

no excuses this time
pull it out of nowhere
you promised us the world
now there's mass riots in the streets

you say your just a man
yeah you're on a pedestal
but you put yourself there

don't promise everything will be okay
because nothing ever is
yeah don't promise us the world
but what's the cost

who are you to tell me
what's the best world for me
how can you chose
who deserves to live and die
yeah you're on a pedestal
but you put yourself there

put the bad man on a stick
lock him up in jail
challenge others to do better
challenge others to defeat you

prides gonna get you
pride's gonna make you fall
yeah you're on a pedestal
but you put yourself there

Blood

2009-03-09T17:52:00.000-07:00

On the subject of those annoying mosquitoes and getting bit:
"Alicia-Marie: It's because the anemic blood is sweeter.
Ben: Yes in all the blood I've tasted, the anemic is the tastiest.
Alicia-Marie: I was speaking on a cellular level. Positives are better as well.
Carolyn: I'm A+.
Alicia-Marie: Oh I am too. High Five.
Carolyn: Yeah I got the little card in the mail and I was like, 'Ooh A+!' but then I realized, oh no. G.P.A runs my life!
Alicia-Marie: No they deserved it. It's reward for all they're hard work.
Ben: Well if you grow up as an O all your life you're gonna be good at filling in all those little circles on scan-trons.
Carolyn: Unless they're sickle, those bastards are never getting into college.
Ben: No in college they have the square ones.
Alicia-Marie: Yeah the sickle ones fail throughout they're entire lives and then get to college and say, 'This is what I'm meant for!' "

*Ben Saunders
**Carolyn Henderson

Album Covers

2009-03-08T22:18:00.000-07:00

I've done this a couple times now.. I like the first one (which was actually the second to be made) better, although they are both me. I simply chose to be the like the second one more; flirty, girly and fun - because if you spend your entire life trying to analyze what it all means, then you end up missing what's right in front of you.

CREATE YOUR BAND NAME & ALBUM COVER:

To Do This

1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random... Read More... Read More”
or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations"
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.

5 - Post it to FB with this text in the "caption" or "comment" and TAG the friends you want to join in.

TV Show Fan Pages

2009-01-01T20:29:00.000-08:00

Dollhouse:

Buffy the Vampire Slayer:

Veronica Mars:

Spring 2007 Photos

2007-05-01T16:22:00.000-07:00

AliciaMarieCoffey.com

This Site Has Moved

Skins: Series Three (review)

Astrid Klein - Broken Heart

Astrid Klein

PETA Human Meat Packages

How Could You Possibly Know Anything About A Person In 3 Minutes?

You May Say I'm A Flirt

Weekly Tidbits 9.1.2010

Friday the 13th: A Fresh Unlucky Beginning

Je suis invisible comme une hyéne silencieuse.

Film Identification

Pearl's Dream and The Fourth Kind

2nd UPDATE: 3,500 NY Sex Offenders Taken Off Networking Sites

12/02/09

The Hidden Source of My Attraction to Twilight

The Rise of the Novel by Ian Watt

Yeah ... This Happend

Bittersweet

American Dream

Two Shots

Why the Rest of the World Doesn't Understand Dollhouse

He Had To Die

Can You Keep A Secret

Daybreakers

Wonderfalls

These Single Ladies Have More Attitude Than Beyonce

The Lost Boys: The Tribe

David's Lamentation

David Mamet on Race in the NY Times

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/13/theater/13mame.html?_r=1

We Can’t Stop Talking About Race in America

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undisclosed Desires

The Guild: Season Three

In Plain Sight Season 2 Finale

The Guild: Season Three

Secret Diary of A Call Girl

New Home?

Gotta Love Mika

Random Blogger Questions

If You Haven't Seen This Yet, You Need To

Another Dollhouse: Epitaph 1 Clip

Sex and Vampires

"Treat Me Like Your Mother"

New Alice in Wonderland Stills

MCWhat?

Pretty Persuasion

"Thanks for TSCC!"

"Let's Go To The Mall"

Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog

Clips from Gilmore: Episode 1

Sampson and Delilah

Veronica Mars Episode Guide: Season Two

Dollhouse Clip - Spoiler Alert!

Her Last Death

One More Reason I Love Buffy

Attention All Writers :)

Ex N. Idaho Drug Kingpin Needs Writer (San Diego)

The Time Traveler's Wife

Because they made me laugh.... <3

District 9

The Strain

New ABC Shows to be Excited About

Joss Whedon's Dollhouse: 21st century Neo-Gothic

Whiskey From Dollhosue

Everything I Ever Wanted to Articulate About Dollhouse But Never Could

Dollhouse.... Again

Dollhouse: Omega

Dollhouse

Choices

Trapped

Useless

Conclusion

Animal Farm

Superman

Blood

Album Covers

TV Show Fan Pages