Friday, December 21, 2007
This just in: The Daily Show and The Colbert Report to return... without writers.
Um. What? Labels: jon stewart, stephen colbert, tv, wga strike Priscilla said at 10:17 AM
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
TODAY IS CULT OF LINCOLN'S 7TH BIRTHDAY! Wheeee!
Some Links For You: Opening Credits to Burton's Sweeney Todd. Catch it before it gets removed! Maybe it'll look better on screen than on freaking YouTube, but I'm less impressed with this than I was with the actual musical numbers I saw last month. Remind me again why they decided not to open with the Ballad? Pottercast scored an interview with JK Rowling! The first part of the interview is downloadable now, and I just finished listening. Intriguing stuff! She has a wonderful rapport with her hosts, and she speaks with such clarity, from minute details of her books to the heavier issues they raise. Well worth a listen. Tanker Safety -- a sketch of Pythonesque brilliance Great new trailer for Horton Hears a Who. The Superest -- an ongoing game between two cartoonists, in which they take turns creating superheroes/supervillains with powers that defeat the powers of the hero/villain before it. Hilarious! A Pterry Thank You Project -- a fanart celebration, to be compiled and sent to the man next month. Global Warming -- an argument for action Torchwood Series 2 Trailer. I can't believe I'm going to watch this. XD (Woah, was that Simon Pegg I saw for a split-second?) Labels: links, terry pratchett, tim burton Priscilla said at 4:56 PM So. The Hobbit is to be executive-produced by Peter Jackson, but not directed. And it's going to have a sequel.
Um. Isn't the sequel to The Hobbit called Lord of the Rings? I will not accept failure from you, New Line. You'd better be doing this for a very good reason. Labels: nerd whut, omg hobbits, peej love Priscilla said at 9:27 AM
Monday, December 17, 2007
HUZZAH! Out at 10!
If I had the energy, I would dance. There may be something wrong with my brain. Priscilla said at 11:12 PM My Work Schedule This Past Week:
Monday: 9am-3:30am Tuesday: Noon-7pm Wednesday: 9am-7pm Thursday: 9am-7pm Friday: 9am-12:15am Satuday: 10am-5:30pm Whereupon I boarded a train for New Haven, ate a small salad, saw Ko's RIDICULOUSLY AMAZING AND FANTABULOUS dance show, met some of her friends, enjoyed a brief tour of the law school, imbibed some ridiculously good hot chocolate with Bailey's at Ko's cast party, slept, showered, boarded a train for Grand Central, and... Sunday: 12:30pm - 12:15am I can has weekend plz? I want to sleep for a week. Friday can't come soon enough. Priscilla said at 9:21 AM
Friday, December 14, 2007
So. Shepherd Book's story will be told in a graphic novel.
In what twisted parallel universe is that a good idea? Are there shrimp? Maybe some terrifying space monkeys? Dude, Joss, don't give in to fan pressure. Serenity told us absolutely everything we needed to know on that count. Our imaginations have already filled in that gap. I have complete, utter confidence in your supreme televisionary and cinematic genius, but the comics... I just haven't been able to get into any of the Mutant Enemy-based comics. Not "Those Left Behind," not that spate of Angel comics that came out shortly after S5 ended, not Buffy Season 8... Feh. Oh well. Everyone else in the thread is beside themselves with glee, so clearly I'm overreacting. Maybe I'll feel happier about the news when I'm not all muscle-achy and miserable from doing an hour of continuous pratfalls for mocap yesterday. :D Ah, I love my job. Labels: comics, firefly, i love my job, joss is boss Priscilla said at 12:13 AM
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Me: oh my god, I'm a terrible person.
Me: This person used a slightly-crazed-Linguini-from-Ratatouille icon in a Sweeney Todd context, and my brain just went to a terrible place. Becky: ... Oh dear. Me: "Swing your butcher's knife wide, 'Fredo, raise it to the skies..." Becky: sooo wrong Me: And now whatserface, the girl, is baking suspicious pies... Becky: Collette? XD Me: yes! Becky: "The Worst Pies In Paris"? Becky: ... God, we are so AWFUL Me: yupyup! Me: I really want to draw this now Me: Remy with dark eyemakeup, smiling cutely and holding a razor Becky: ... I dare you to do it. XD Me: heeeeeee Me: Okay! Anton Ego, rather than being A Force For Awesome at the end, reveals Linguini's scam and decries them, and Linguini goes to jail for violation of health codes and whatnot. Because he and Remy are still friends, Remy tries to go with him, in hopes that he can sneak Linguini food or grab the guard's keys or whatnot. But Ego snatches Remy away to be his personal cooking slave, because dude, that was some delicious ratatouille. Me: Linguini languishes in prison for several years (can't be too long, because rats don't live that long), then escapes somehow and makes his way back to Paris, eager to rekindle his love for Collette and rescue Remy. Me: But Gusteau's is long since replaced, perhaps by one of Skinner's fast food joints. He finds Collette, who has been effectively blacklisted by all great restaurants for her part in the rat scam, and bakes pies for a living. She can't afford proper materials and has lost her love of cooking, but cooking is the only thing she's studied, so she can't really do anything else. Her pies suck. Me: Meanwhile, Remy had initially resisted Ego and refused to cook for him, but prolonged exposure to unsanitary and uncomfortable living conditions (with brief, tempting snatches of views inside Ego's sumptuous kitchen) broke his will, and he finally conceded to cook for him. He is, after all, a chef at heart. He futilely dreams that perhaps his delicious cooking will soften Ego's cruelty and Ego will speak up on Linguini's behalf and get his prison term shortened. Ego never does. Me: His life destroyed, Linguini seeks revenge... Becky: Your brain scares me. ;) Me: Man, Pixar will never hire me now. :D Labels: fandom crack, pixar love Priscilla said at 6:56 PM HAPPY BIRTHDAY to two of my favouritest people in the whooooooooooole world, Chungy and Becky! Hope life treats you SWIMMINGLY!
Labels: birthdays Priscilla said at 1:46 AM
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Really, really, really wretched news: Renowned British author Terry Pratchett, creator of the Discworld series, has been diagnosed with a very rare form of early-onset Alzheimer's. Details here.
*clutches copy of Men at Arms and tries (unsuccessfully) not to cry* Labels: nerd woe, terry pratchett Priscilla said at 1:07 AM
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
I'm still at work at 2AM, and the building next door is on fire. I lead a charmed existence. :D
Labels: i love my job Priscilla said at 3:00 AM
Monday, December 10, 2007
VOTE EARLY, VOTE OFTEN.
For every vote cast for the other contenders, God kills a kitten. Labels: pushing daisies Priscilla said at 9:55 AM
Friday, December 07, 2007
So! The concert!
Christina Courtin opened, and I was actually a little disappointed. In the time since I saw her perform last July, I'd built her up in my head as a paragon of soul-nourishing cuteness until she became my mental musical equivalent of Pushing Daisies. But tonight, she chose a much more aggressive set list, and as she skipped around, singing with her whole body, rather than being cute she just came across as spastic. Toward the end, she sang "Foreign County," which helped, but the cuteness train had already jumped the tracks. It was unfortunate, as I adore her voice and I always support musicians experimenting and moving in different directions, but... no. Not so much. Hopefully her upcoming CD will have more cuteness, like her cover of the Beatles' "Honey Pie," which caused puppies and kittens to spontaneously manifest into being all over the Union Hall stage. Oh well. If you were a foreign country, I'd still visit you, Christina! (Good LORD I love my iPhone! It takes such pretty, pretty pictures!) By the time Vienna Teng came onstage, I'd drifted up to the front of the room (it was a "standing room only"-type affair, so I was standing against the stage. As my luck would have it, they ended up maneuvering her piano so that she was sitting smack-dab in front of me! I could have reached out and poked her with a short stick, had I a mind to. Not quite a ruler, perhaps, but a yardstick would have been more than adequate. She did a very long, very varied show, which included a cover of Radiohead's "Idioteque." I've never known her to do covers, so that was a fun surprise! She performed a lot of my favourite songs, including "Blue Caravan," "Pontchartrain," "Gravity," "Unwritten Letter #1," "Homecoming," and "City Hall," the last of which received RIOTOUS cheers. It's clearly a song that means a great deal to a lot of people, and for good reason. Her band remained--as always--excellent, especially her percussionist (Andrew Chen, IIRC?). See him rock in her encore performance of "Hope on Fire," on YouTube already! God bless the internet. And DUDE, you see that head obscuring the shiny speaker in front of her? THAT'S MY HEAD! I have a sweet and photogenic head, yo. And hmm, I realized in the process of writing this that I should probably blog about seeing Tim Burton speak at the Lincoln Center at some point, as it was quite awesome. Basically, what you should know is:
Labels: christina courtin, tim burton, vienna teng Priscilla said at 3:36 PM
Thursday, December 06, 2007
At Vienna Teng/Christina Courtin concert, blogging from my iPhone! Life is awesome.
Labels: I win at the universe Priscilla said at 7:59 PM
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Happy birthday to Nemmy, Denny, and Jiada! Clearly, December 2nd is a good day for awesome people to be born.
Labels: birthdays Priscilla said at 12:38 PM Hurrah, the snow that has swept the nation has made its way to New York!
It's not much, but it's there! And come on, I'm a native Texan. Brief flurries that don't even stick to the ground = apocalyptic blizzard. Priscilla said at 12:05 PM
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Your daily EPIC FAIL: Hey, St. Nick: Put down the cookie: Top doctor in U.S. says big guy sets bad example.
America’s top doc told the Herald yesterday that Santa Claus should slim down, in the latest blow struck in a global politically correct crusade against the jolly fat man... And it just gets worse from there. Someone's getting coal in their stocking this Christmas. Priscilla said at 2:54 PM Title cartoon by Bruce Eric Kaplan, used without permission. |