Apr. 21st, 2005

ealgylden: (Wordhord Onleac (aithine))
Er, on his show, not on him. It's not that late yet. But I missed this interview the first time around, and I'm not going to miss it again. Of course, now that I've said that...

When Little Sister and I were kids, we spent a lot of time digging up our land looking for dinosaur fossils. We found bones from all sorts of wildlife, old logging paraphernalia, rusted-out farm equipment and lots of broken glass, but while northern New York has lots of very interesting rocks, small fossils from the watery past and things dropped by glaciers, it doesn't have a lot of dinosaurs. At least not in our backyard. Still, it kept us out of trouble, more or less. Anyway, that was the first thing I thought of when I read this article about three kids discovering the thousand-year-old remains of a (probable) Fremont Indian man when they were digging around to build themselves a fort. Gosh. I can't imagine how we would have reacted if we'd dug up a person. The occasional deer skull was plenty of excitement. But these kids seem to have handled it well, and the remains will most likely be returned to the site for reburial, which is a nice change from years past. I got a kick out of this bit particularly:

The boys said their discovery will give them a new interest in archaeology.

"Maybe we'll say we're going to dig a fort, but we'll be looking for something," Alex said.

"We're going to dig for gold tomorrow," Scott replied.

"OK," Alex said.

Good luck, boys. I don't know about finding buried treasure in Utah, but keep an eye out for dinosaurs.

I was flipping through a new Scholar's Bookshelf catalogue, desperately hoping nothing would be interesting and/or on sale, when my eye was caught by The Service of Ladies, by one Ulrich von Liechtenstein. "Self," I said to myself, "why is this ringing a bell? You know you haven't read it. In fact, I don't think you've ever read anything about 'a knight-errant of the thirteenth century and his "journey of Venus" in honor of his lady.' What goes on here?" And then it hit me. Ulrich von Liechtenstein! "He's blond, he's pissed, he'll see you in the lists, Liechtenstein! He's quick, he's funny, he makes me lots of money, Liechtenstein!" Ha! Why my dear little Knight's Tale, you're just full of surprises. I don't think I'll be getting the book, though. How could I read it without getting the giggles? At least with Chaucer I can chalk it up to, you know, it being Chaucer.

Speaking of not spending money, I was skimming through the June comic pre-orders (Age of Bronze is back! Yay! With both the paperback of Sacrifice and issue 20, no less! Why wasn't Troy even a smidge as good as this? Sheesh), and I noticed that Image is once again offering... Battle Pope. Now that's timing.

Disappointing information from Diamond re: the Serenity AFs. All those pictures I've posted recently of Mal and Jayne with their faces that just aren't quite right? Those are apparently the final sculpts. Oh dear. It's always possible that they'll look better in person than in photos, but... what a pity. It was also said that they have scans of other cast members, raising the possibility that there might be further series of figures. On the one hand, yay! Gimme! On the other hand, if this first series was actually based off scans rather than vague descriptions of Nathan and Adam from someone who once saw ten minutes of one of their lousy movies, seriously, Diamond, what happened? Can you imagine how goofy Simon or Wash or Kaylee could end up looking?

Then again, if they did make a Wash figure, he'd need accessories, right? And what would be better than a wee plastic dinosaur? Which brings me full circle, just in time for pretty, goofy Gerard on my TV. Nicely timed, that. Almost makes up for Miracles not having arrived yet, not that I'm obsessed or anything. Pshaw, that'd be silly. Heh. Yeah, I can't even convince myself of that one.
ealgylden: (Miracles (castalia))
They're here, they're here, they're here! Miracles DVDs for me, woo! Miracles DVDs for me, yay! Isabella's staring at me like I've started mutating ("Why are you dancing, freakish human, instead of feeding me?"), but I'm sure that's just because the poor kitty doesn't watch much TV. She does watch hockey with me, though. When we have hockey. Which is never again. Wow, way to wreck a good mood, cat.

Miracles DVDs! In my hands! With Alva, Paul and Evie staring out at me from their creepy disembodied heads! The text in the background does help class that up a bit, but still, not the most attractive packaging I've ever seen. Wait, why am I complaining? I have Miracles DVDs! I believe the phrase would be, "squeeeeeee!!!" They're so pretty! Shiny and new and full of extras for the gobbling! All these scenes I haven't seen in too long, all the gorgeously tortured Alva/Paul-ness, "Paul Is Dead," the fantabulous guest stars, the credits and theme music that I love so much, "Paul Is Dead," the X-Files-meets-Angel-meets-Brimstone-and-then-some vibe, "Paul Is Dead"... Joy is mine!

Aren't you glad to have the technology at hand to hear all about what the mail brings to people you've never even met? Heh. Anyway, watch Miracles! Buy it, rent it or beat up old ladies and steal their copies (but don't tell them I told you to do that). It's a smart, stylish, creepy, slashy, twisty, angsty, hopeful, pretty, fabulous show with a tragically tiny fandom. There are only thirteen episodes (sob!) so it's not a huge investment of time, unless it eats your brain, which, I should warn you, happens. A lot. But you'll be happier with a Miracles-eaten brain, anyway, so why resist? You know you want to. All the cool kids are doing it. Just try it.


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