March 21st, 2003

elijah

uncomfy

When you idly plug the word "uncomfortable" into the Merriam-Webster online thesaurus, you get "uncomfy" as a synonym. But if you plug "uncomfy" into the M-W dictionary, you get no matches. You do, however, get suggestions for uncomfy:

1. uncomic
2. eunuchism
3. uncommon
4. encomia
5. encomium
6. uncouthly
7. eunuchisms
8. uncommitted
9. uncombed
10. incommode

Somehow, no matter what I do, life keeps serving me up "1: a castrated man placed in charge of a harem or employed as a chamberlain in a palace."

I feel unwell this morning. Uncomfy. If I were Angel, I'd be reading La Nausée on a stomach of bad blood and brooding about the nature of my existence. I guess it's a hangover, but I only had one short drink, so that seems grossly unfair. My karma must be unbalanced.

I have nothing special to say. I want to be amused. I want a big present. I feel tired and sad.

This isn't about attacking Buffy. Remember, 'I' statements only. 'I feel angry.' 'I feel worried.'

My obsessive longing to read a long, wonderful S/X story is kind of pathetic. I was thinking this morning that my see-saw has tipped away from S/B and toward S/X simply because S/B has such a huge number of dedicated writers and plenty of stories, whereas S/X needs love and attention. That plus my slashy inclination, which is always ready to resurface.

Last night I dreamed I was a hard-boiled detective. A femme fatale came to my door to offer me a case, but I denied my identity. When she left, I followed her to a shopping mall. She ordered a taco from the food court. I sidled up to her and confessed I was the private dick she sought. We sat and waited for her taco. A nearby child in a wheelchair kept pointing a toy gun at me. Several times I told him never to point his gun at anyone. Eventually, I took the gun away and put it up out of his reach. Everyone was very uspet that I'd done this. I yelled angrily, "If you'd shot someone, you'd understand!"

Clearly, this dream manifests my fear of war tacos and small children.




Edited to add: I'm at work, and I'm only just realizing there's a massive strike beginning in Baghdad. Everything I say seems hugely irrelevant compared to this...
elijah

Charmed: The Good, The Bad, And The Cursed

They did it again. Bumped a key episode from the line-up for Thursday basketball. This time? Cole's return. So midway through tonight's ep, which was shaping up to be a crapfest of no redeeming value, I'm all of a sudden going whuhhh as Cole breezes blithely into the manor with flowers for Phoebe. I was in the same position as her sisters, actually, as they hadn't known he was back either.

Lame, contrived cowboy ep, reminding me of when Trek went Wild West. (Which Trek really doesn't matter, does it?)

Plot: Incomprehensible visit to a ghost town--I think Phoebe's dad wanted to develop it or something--leads to a sympathetic bond between Phoebe and an Indian who is doomed to die, but is meanwhile stuck in a time loop, reliving the same day over and over, courtesy of a curse that his tribal elders cast, for no reason they ever bother to explain.

Yeah. We've all seen that one before.

Nadir: We get a close birds-eye-view shot as the camera angles down on the doors of an abandoned church--they swing open in slo-mo, and out strides our sacrificial, long-haired, noble Indian lad, arms gently oustretched like Jesus as white doves break and flutter around him. Sounds pretty, you say? I swear to god, it was like seeing Mrs. Betty Ann Furness trying to replicate the Mona Lisa in macaroni. The pain just goes on and on....

Coleisms: Cole in cowboy wear, with a crotch-framing set of chaps designed so that no one over the age of puberty could miss the bulls-eye on his basket. Cole unshouldering a shotgun with due speed and getting the bad-ass drop on his opponent. Facing off with Prue in a gob-smacking shot where they've deliberately--oh so deliberately--framed McMahon in silhoutte so that the thick, heavy, stiff, loose end of his belt looks like an erect prick. (They lingered on that one. And then returned to it, just in case you missed it the first time. And somehow I don't think they told Doherty what they were doing.) Cole fireballing a demon and then laughing his ass off in delight, only to turn around and drop face with an oh-shit wince as he realizes Prue caught him.

Surprise: The last minute and a half, which would have made Spuffyites green and ga-ga with jealousy. The adventure is over: sisters, dad, and Leo are heading into the dining room for dinner. Cole awkwardly makes noises about going. Prue says coldly, "That'd be a good idea." En masse snub as they all filter out. But as he's about to leave, Phoebe makes a complete 180 from her earlier rejection of him (after confessing her love for him, in his absence, as she thought she was dying), melts into a huge, happy smile for her demon lover and says softly: "No. You're not going anywhere. You're staying right here." Kisses him for a long, sizzling moment, then gently leads him into dinner as he gazes at her, pulled along with moon-struck awe.

Sounds pretty, you say? Well, yeah, but it would have been prettier had it been Spike and Buffy. Sigh. Still, Julian McMahon is a stubbly, hunky demon man. An ersatz, cheez-flavored JM. I'm not sure he's worth the torture I'm inflicting on myself--and oh, believe you me, it is torture of the most repellent kind--but I guess I'll hang on for a while longer.

Lamest Attempt at Being Arty: Aside from the Noble Indian Sacrifice, we had gratuitous use of a black crow in an attempt to be symbolic and shit. I think the moral was that crows are eerie and dangerous and can curse you with time loops. Beware.

TWoP Quote: I wonder what the Native American term for "Groundhog Day" is.