Showing posts with label tv. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tv. Show all posts

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Jed Bartlett for President

Thanks to Nicole Antoinette, I read this delicious "conversation" between Jed Bartlett and Barack Obama in the Times.
"I’ve been a little out of touch but is there a mandate that the vice president be skilled at field dressing a moose?"
The whole thing is fantastic, and made me miss West Wing more than ever. Coincidentally, I was just watching some old taped episodes yesterday. The only politics I ever cared for, nay enjoyed...

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Doctor ... Who?

I'm having a really good time watching all the (modern-era*) episodes of Doctor Who in order, and I'm definitely catching things that didn't make sense in certain episodes when I saw them before ("New New York" ... "New new Doctor!" I get it now!). And since I'm borrowing them from the library, I'm not paying $300** for the privilege (although I would quite like to own them, so I could watch them over again, and whenever I want to ... but not enough to spend $300 on it).

*I have to confess, I've never seen the older ones. I believe this may be sacrilegious in England, but can I help it that I didn't grow up there? This means, once I've caught up on the modern ones, I'll have something to do next!

**According to Amazon, each of the "first" three series are list-priced at $100 (oh, sorry, $99.98, like that's better), though they do discount them, and of course one could try eBay or the like. But still.

I would like to say that the whole Time Lord transformation idea is an absolutely brilliant way to deal with the issue of the main actor wanting to leave a series. Instead of the "old Darrin/new Darrin" foolishness, just have the character able to (in times of extreme danger only) transform from one actor to the next. Out with Eccleston, in with Tennant!

Shall I also reveal just how much of a nerd I am? Why not! When I was first starting this, and trying to figure out the chronology and the actors and all, I realized that the ninth Doctor is Christopher Eccleston (Eccleston has nine letters), and the tenth Doctor is David Tennant (Tennant, right?). Bingo, I can now remember which is who. I'm sure this is very old news to the faithful, but I came up with it on my own, and was as proud as can be. I'm all about the mnemonics, me.

Of course, using the library does have its issues. The biggest pro is, it's free, and that is big. The biggest con, I think, is that they sometimes will let other people take out things I want, so that they are not immediately available for me. Can you believe the nerve? And the next con is that you can borrow each one for seven days, which seems like a very short time when it means you can't borrow ahead very far, but a very long time when you're waiting for others to return things.

For example, I went to the library one day to pick up series two, and found discs 1, 3, 4, 5, and 6. Two is out. That was a week and a half ago, and it's still not mine. Humph. And you know that when 2 comes in, 3 will be out. But there's no point in borrowing 3 while waiting for 2. (Actually, I took 3 out when I got 1, in case 2 came in that week, but it didn't.) I hate waiting.

I initially found it ... ah, interesting that the library broke up the set to loan out the discs individually. I'm of two minds about the practice. On the one hand, no pressure to watch all the episodes in the space of a week. On the other, you may end up requesting and waiting for discs and be frustrated like the above example.

Actually, different libraries have different policies, meaning I can sometimes get the complete season in another place (but there are, presumably, six times as many people requesting it, so the wait tends to be longer). This is one of those times when having cards to three different library systems* works in my favor.

*I realized the other day that I have two of those (14-digit) card numbers memorized, while I can never remember my (9-digit) driver's license number. It may have been (okay, was) less secure when your Social Security Number** was your license number, but at least I could remember it.

**I understand that babies are issued SSNs now, is that right? At birth, I mean, or possibly in utero. Gather 'round Grandma, kiddies, while I tell you what it was like Back in the Day. I believe I was 13 when I got mine. (Of course, that's 26 years ago, giving me plenty of time to memorize nine whole digits.) Excuse me while I totter off to rest now.

Confused yet? Me, too.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Being Earnest

Thanks for the kind words about my photos from England. I am a camera addict, that's for sure, as anyone who has seen me in action can attest. I mean really, how many people are away for less than five days, including travel time, and have 454 photos to sort through? Even I think I'm weird ... and then I see something and have to reach for the camera again.

Anyway! As I promised, we'll take a little break from the pictureness for one day at least, since I actually do have something else to talk about (seriously, the world goes on while I get over my trip lag). In fact, I had an event on Saturday which was quite fun, and theatrical.

That doesn't sound quite right; what would the right word be for "relating to theatre"? Because I wasn't acting theatrically, I was in a theatre in an audience capacity, or more strictly speaking, an usherly capacity.

Confused yet? Months ago, the Globe had an article on cheap and free things to do around Boston, and one of the things they mentioned was that a lot of theatres will let you see the show for free if you volunteer to usher. And, one of the upcoming shows they mentioned was Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Earnest. Only one of my favorite plays ever! I looked it up, found it wasn't playing until May, and promptly volunteered anyway, because hey, I have no plans in May.

And then it turned out that on Saturday, May 10th, I would be out of the country, and I had to rebook. Oops. Fortunately, they were fine with it, and I was on for the following week's matinee. And it was fun!

What I had to do was:
  • arrive an hour before show time
  • place thank-yous on season subscribers' seats (a great way to learn the seat numbering system)
  • tear tickets
  • a little ushering
  • say please use the other entrance during set changes at intermissions
  • and finally, stay after to pick up programs (and cups and candy wrappers, some of you people are a little gross, really) (Wasn't everyone brought up to clean up after themselves?)
Hardly arduous tasks. For that I saw a really good play whose cheapest weekend ticket was $40. What a deal!

I really love that play. It surprises me, whenever I see it done, that some people always sound surprised at the classic lines. I know it so well, I can't remember not knowing it all, and loving every bit.

The Lyric's production was good, too. The acting was very high quality, the sets and costume quite lush--and hey, how about that ushering?

I would totally do this more often if I lived in town. Not that I live that far out, but the time and cost involved in getting into Boston means I will probably limit myself to plays I really want to see. If you have the opportunity, though, do try it!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go get my geek on. Having visited the library, I have the choice of reading Stephenie Meyers' latest, The Host, or a new-to-me one called City of Bones, which Tamora Pierce was lauding in her blog and which looks right up my alley, or watching Doctor Who.

I'll probably start with the latter, as I prefer to crack open a new book when I have time to finish it (without missing too much sleep, that is). I've watched Doctor Who more and more lately, to the point where I want to watch all of the 9th Doctor and the 10th Doctor, in order, and get all my ducks in a row, if you know what I mean. I've reached the point where I feel like I'm missing things, because, well, I am. So library to the rescue!

What do people who don't read do to achieve the high I felt walking out of the library? Is it legal?

Thursday, May 17, 2007

A few bugs yet

I'm sensing that even though it's 2007, Microsoft has not fully resolved their Y2K issues. You think?

Either that, or New Toy is capable of time travel, which would be pretty cool, but I think that would have cost extra, and I know I didn't pay for that.

I have to go get ready for bed now, so I can watch the season finale of CSI at 9. I usually watch the CSIs via On Demand some time during the week after they air (love the On Demand from Comcast, so I can watch at my convenience, with minimal commercials), but tonight Sarah's disappearing and we find out who's behind the miniature killings, and I think I have to watch in (gasp) real time. Oh, the humanity.

Pan will be thrilled, since he really wants my lap back. The cats have been very lappy tonight. We lost power sometime today, I had to reset clocks, so perhaps there were boomers (i.e., thunderstorms, which they hate), and they want reassurance. I was on the computer earlier dealing with installing Ad-Aware and Spybot, and Pan was on my lap, and Harold came along mewing for the lap, really insistently, as if to say, "How can there be another cat on your lap when I want it?" He hung around for about 5 minutes before he gave up. Such a hard life. I am in great demand sometimes. Yet when I want a cat on my lap, there are times when I can go begging.