1) I spent the last four days sick in bed and then came to work today, surprised to discover myself woozy, light-headed and without focus. Just when I thought I was being a big, ol'faker my body comes along and tells me "no, honey, you were sick in bed for a reason & you are still not entirely well." Go figure.
2) I'm now in Season 9 of STARGATE SG-1 having somewhat abandoned my "watch only when I workout" plan, what with being sick and all. I'm going to be sad when I get to the end of SG-1.
3) Interestingly, when Ben Browder and Claudia Black are on-screen together in SG-1, it's easier to see them as Cam and Vala rather than 'Not-Crichton' and 'Not-Aeryn' than watching either character alone.
4) Ben Browder is really good as Mitchell. I never watched him on SG-1 beyond the first couple of eps (and "Unending"). I like the way he gradually steps up Mitchell's giddy enthusiasm for SG-1 as the character becomes more and more comfortable within Stargate Command.
5) Sam Carter continues to be awesome.
6) Teal'c continues to be awesome. And his awesomeness is not nearly celebrated enough (I nearly killed myself laughing over the scene in "Lost City" where Daniel fanboys Teal'c's depth - despite it being immaterial).
7) Ellen Ripley is awesome.
I wrote post-Alien Ressurection fic a while ago and I want to write more. *sigh* Add it to the list, I suppose. The literal apotheosis of Ellen Ripley was a really weak idea, antithetical to the character's innate every-person quality, but having turned Ripley into a superhero (that's Joss Whedon for you - loves strong women. Real and/or realistic women characters, on the other hand, seem to be a foreign country to the poor lad) there's fun to be hand in the juxtaposition between Riply 8's self-awareness and her memories of being Ellen Ripley.
8) I want to rewatch RED DAWN. It was one of those movies I wasn't quite old enough to watch that was a staple of sleepover parties in those halcyon days before video stores started carding kids wanting to rent R-rated movies. It was cheesy and early 80s commie-paranoid but I was 12 and the subtext mostly passed over my head. I recall the undefined fear that we were going to be nuked out of existence (I attribute the vogue for apocafic, be it Terminators, Zombies, Goa'uld, etc, among my generation of fans to that vague sense of potential armaggedon permeating early adolescence and childhood) and there was something resonate in the idea that "we", as embodied by the photogenic Teenbeat youth of the USA, could survive and go onto to win World War III.
They've remade it with China in the role of bad guys and I'm just not sure that it's going to play at all. While RED DAWN original flavour seems to me like a fairly harmless artifact from a bygone cultural age, I hope that the remake will one day be porved to be as cluelessly alarmist about the future (and xenophobic) as RISING SUN.
9) The more I think about the ending of TERMINATOR: THE SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES, the more I want to hit Josh Friedman with a copy of anything written by Alice Munro. He probably doens't deserve it, though, I should probably be focusing my ire (and my copy of Too Much Happiness) on some unknown suit at FOX who didn't understand that, no, really - The Terminator is a romance wrapped in a killer robot story; it's the characters, stupid, not the killer robots.
2) I'm now in Season 9 of STARGATE SG-1 having somewhat abandoned my "watch only when I workout" plan, what with being sick and all. I'm going to be sad when I get to the end of SG-1.
3) Interestingly, when Ben Browder and Claudia Black are on-screen together in SG-1, it's easier to see them as Cam and Vala rather than 'Not-Crichton' and 'Not-Aeryn' than watching either character alone.
4) Ben Browder is really good as Mitchell. I never watched him on SG-1 beyond the first couple of eps (and "Unending"). I like the way he gradually steps up Mitchell's giddy enthusiasm for SG-1 as the character becomes more and more comfortable within Stargate Command.
5) Sam Carter continues to be awesome.
6) Teal'c continues to be awesome. And his awesomeness is not nearly celebrated enough (I nearly killed myself laughing over the scene in "Lost City" where Daniel fanboys Teal'c's depth - despite it being immaterial).
7) Ellen Ripley is awesome.
I wrote post-Alien Ressurection fic a while ago and I want to write more. *sigh* Add it to the list, I suppose. The literal apotheosis of Ellen Ripley was a really weak idea, antithetical to the character's innate every-person quality, but having turned Ripley into a superhero (that's Joss Whedon for you - loves strong women. Real and/or realistic women characters, on the other hand, seem to be a foreign country to the poor lad) there's fun to be hand in the juxtaposition between Riply 8's self-awareness and her memories of being Ellen Ripley.
8) I want to rewatch RED DAWN. It was one of those movies I wasn't quite old enough to watch that was a staple of sleepover parties in those halcyon days before video stores started carding kids wanting to rent R-rated movies. It was cheesy and early 80s commie-paranoid but I was 12 and the subtext mostly passed over my head. I recall the undefined fear that we were going to be nuked out of existence (I attribute the vogue for apocafic, be it Terminators, Zombies, Goa'uld, etc, among my generation of fans to that vague sense of potential armaggedon permeating early adolescence and childhood) and there was something resonate in the idea that "we", as embodied by the photogenic Teenbeat youth of the USA, could survive and go onto to win World War III.
They've remade it with China in the role of bad guys and I'm just not sure that it's going to play at all. While RED DAWN original flavour seems to me like a fairly harmless artifact from a bygone cultural age, I hope that the remake will one day be porved to be as cluelessly alarmist about the future (and xenophobic) as RISING SUN.
9) The more I think about the ending of TERMINATOR: THE SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES, the more I want to hit Josh Friedman with a copy of anything written by Alice Munro. He probably doens't deserve it, though, I should probably be focusing my ire (and my copy of Too Much Happiness) on some unknown suit at FOX who didn't understand that, no, really - The Terminator is a romance wrapped in a killer robot story; it's the characters, stupid, not the killer robots.