So I went to a Stargate convention this weekend. My third Stargate convention. And look. I get it. Stargate isn't a very good show. I haven't even watched it in like four years. But Torri Higginson was going to be at the convention, and she played Elizabeth Weir on Stargate Atlantis, and Elizabeth Weir and John Sheppard's eternal-but-unacknowledged-by-the-writers love was my jam senior year of college. So seeing Torri like two feet away from me gave me FEELS, people.
Jewel Staite, aka Kaylee from Firefly, was also there. Which pleased my friend Hannah greatly (oh, I didn't go to that shit alone -- I have some dignity).
I also finished the Titanic miniseries, which is available at a Netflix Instant near you, and is written by Downton Abbey man Julian Fellowes, lover of Rich People Getting a Happy Ending and Poor People Snuffing It. *glares*
I watched it because the new Doctor Who companion's in it, and I wanted to see if I like her. And I do. Also she shall no longer be Jenna-Louise Coleman, but rather Jenna Chipmunk Face.
I'm sure you've noticed that I've pretty much just been posting about TV. This is because I've been too lazy to read other than The Moonstone. That's what's going on there. I'm not, like, secretly reading books, writing reviews and hoarding them. I'm just sitting on my ass at home, yelling shit at the tv. So your option is NO posts, or me writing about how Annie the second class maid and Paolo the waiter are meant to be. Speaking of which, I was texting my friend Katie while watching the Titanic thing, and she's been with me through the musical about the Eastland disaster and the Triangle Factory Fire remembrance, so she texted me "Maybe you should learn about a thing where everyone miraculously lives."
Ahahahahaha No, that won't be happening.
I'll come up with some awesome, actually bookish topic tomorrow. And then you'll be all like "Oh man, I SO wish you were talking about Grey's Anatomy some more, but I guess I can handle this." It'll be a special time for everyone.
*Rainbow Rowell's second book arrives in the mail*
Doug: That book's too big.
Me: That's because you judge books by whether you can fit them in your pants.
Doug: I do.
Doug carries whatever book he's reading in his pants pocket. The end.