Short Update (Yes, I’ll Blog Properly Again Soon)

Sorry, life’s been half busy with work and half busy getting distracted with other stuff like sleep and icon-making in livejournal and trying to finish cataloging my library and sleep. So yes, I’ll continue the list next week. For now, here’s a few thoughts on what I’ve been obsessing over the past few weeks.

On True Blood: duh. haha. Although I’m feeling a bit antsy after the season finale. I mean, I still love it and the crazy things that happen but with all the wonderful characters they’ve given us (Jason/Andy/Jessica/Lafayette/Hoyt/Terry) I feel that they’ve somehow ruined the main triangle that is Bill/Sookie/Eric. And I’m not just saying this because I’m an Eric fangirl. Bill and Sookie did nothing but argue over silly things then make up and have sex. Which is tiring and shallow. I wish Alan Ball would explore the complexities of their relationship more and not just make it into this OMG! IT”S TRUE LOVE! IT’S HAPPILY EVER AFTER [EXCEPT FOR THAT EVIL GUY WHO'S TRYING TO GET IN BETWEEN THEM] thing. And Sookie, Sookie just doesn’t think anymore. She just rushes headlong into danger. It’s irritating because Book!Sookie was not a TSTL damsel in distress. And for goodness sake, stop making Anna Paquin scream unnaturally.

And and and I just hate the proposal scene. Not because he proposed but because the way she *kinda* accepted it. First she was all confused like but I don’t know who I am, what I am blah blah blah and what happens when I get old and ugly blah blah blah. I can forgive that, she has the right to be insecure. But it was when she went to the bathroom and went OOH PRETTY RING! OOH PRETTY RING LOOKS PRETTY ON MY FINGER! YES! YES! YES! like women lose all their reservations when confronted with pretty jewelry. Whatever, TV!Sookie.

I’m still looking forward to season 3 though. /end rant. haha.

On Music: there are two artists I can’t stop listening to right now because they’re omfg amazing! just listen

Sufjan Stevens, You are the Blood (Dark was the Night)

you are the solitude that goes against me
you are the choir in which I dream
in which I sleep in which I wander

sorry, it’s not the full track.

Dayna Kurtz, Somebody Leave a Light On (Postcards from Downtown)

i know love is everywhere
whatever ground you stand on
i’ll take what sight is offered me
whatever lights you turn on
somebody leave a light on

Recent Songs

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Wicked Girls Saving Ourselves
by Seanan McGuire
(2008)

Wendy played fair, and she played by the rules that they gave her;
They say she grew up and grew old -- Peter Pan couldn't save her.
They say she went home, and she never looked back,
Got her feet on the ground, got her life on its track.
She's the patron saint priestess of all the lost girls who got found.
And she once had her head in the clouds, but she died on the ground.

Dorothy just wanted something that she could believe in,
A gray dustbowl girl in a life she was better off leavin'.
She made her escape, went from gray into green,
And she could have got clear, and she could have got clean,
But she chose to be good and go back to the gray Kansas sky
Where color's a fable and freedom's a fairy tale lie.

Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
Susan and Lucy, we're calling your names,
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf.
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free.
So do as you like -- we're determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves.

Alice got lost, and I guess that we really can't blame her;
They say she got tangled and tied in the lies that became her.
They say she went mad, and she never complained,
For there's peace of a kind in a life unconstrained.
She gives Cheshire kisses, she's easy with white rabbit smiles,
And she'll never be free, but she's won herself safe for a while.

Susan and Lucy were queens, and they ruled well and proudly.
They honored their land and their lord, rang the bells long and loudly.
They never once asked to return to their lives
To be children and chattel and mothers and wives,
But the land cast them out in a lesson that only one learned;
And one queen said 'I am not a toy', and she never returned.

Mandy's a pirate, and Mia weaves silk shrouds for faeries,
And Deborah will pour you red wine pressed from sweet poisoned berries.
Kate poses riddles and Mary plays tricks,
While Kaia builds towers from brambles and sticks,
And the rules that we live by are simple and clear:
Be wicked and lovely and don't live in fear --

For we will be wicked and we will be fair
And they'll call us such names, and we really won't care,
So go, tell your Wendys, your Susans, your Janes,
There's a place they can go if they're tired of chains,
And our roads may be golden, or broken, or lost,
But we'll walk on them willingly, knowing the cost --
We won't take our place on the shelves.
It's better to fly and it's better to die
Say the wicked girls saving ourselves.

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