Hello all!
It’s 1:45 and I cannot seem to wind down enough to sleep. I’m still kind of wired from the coke I just chugged 40 minutes ago.
Why would I do such a stupid thing you may ask? One Word: Dollhouse.
That’s right. I’ve jumped on the bandwagon for Joss Whedon’s latest brain child and all I can say is: Come to the Dark Side! We have cookies! And Eliza Dushku, Harry Lennix, Tahmoh Penikett, and Fran Kranz among others (God I hope I spelled those right!). For those of you who haven’t heard of this show: Turn on your television, please. If you’re curious as to what it is, well, erm, let’s see.
Take the technology to wipe people’s minds, the ability to create entire personalities from scratch, and toss in some Pretender like concepts (such as someone being a completely different person every day of the week and top secret organizations backed by very rich people). Mix that together with the writing and humour that is so uniquely Whedon and a most excellent cast and the end result is Dollhouse.
I don’t really know how to explain it without giving too much of it away but the basic premise is that a group of people who have had their memories wiped (called Actives) get new personalities shoved into their brains using futurist technology (at least I hope it’s futuristic because the thought of this actually happening is too freaky to even entertain at the moment) and it makes them an entirely new person for whatever job they’re supposed to do. They can be assassins, dates, spouses, doctors, lawyers, Indian chiefs, etc… It’s just a matter of who wants what and how much they’re willing to pay. Then, after the “engagement”, the Active’s memory is erased and they forget everything that just happened. Or do they? (cue creepy music here)
Even if you aren’t a big fan of “sci-fi” shows like this, it’s still worth watching.
If I can’t convince you with the above then take this into consideration: I cried while watching an episode tonight. Cried. I never–NEVER–cry during tv shows/movies. Those of you who know me well enough should really think about that for a minute and then tune in with the rest of America to watch the Season 2 premiere of Dollhouse on Fox.
Unfortunately, Hulu and Fox only have episodes 8-12 online, but if you watch enough of the clips and read the episode synopsises (synopsi? synopsis? synopsis’?) then you should be able to follow it. Especially if you see the Season Finale—all I can say is WHOA!
You should also be forewarned that if you do start watching, it’s inevitable that you’ll begin saying: ”I want to be my best.” ”Are you your best?” ”Am I my best?” and “Did I fall asleep?” during conversations and it will seem perfectly normal. (Don’t shake your head skeptically–I swear this happens)
Now that my unabashed promotion of Dollhouse is over, let’s move on to the second decided topic of tonight’s (this morning’s?) post: S’mores.
Have you ever tried making S’mores in a residence hall? No? Well you should.
I’m on a Skype call and I hear my RA shouting. So I go out to see what’s going on. She’s banging on everyone’s doors shouting: S’MORES! S’MORES! 6th FLOOR! S’MORES! Everyone converged in the common room (where a football game was playing on tv. I really hope the Raiders lost) and the RAs brought out bowls of marshmallow goo, melted chocolate, and peanut butter to go with the boxes of Ghram Crackers (or plates really). It was SO MESSY!!! There was Fluff and chocolate everywhere!!! But, they were rather tasty.
And, it’s a brilliant way to make s’mores when you don’t have access to an open flame. I hope this happens again sometime. They were really good.
Hm…anything else to add…
Oh, VMAs. I would rant on and on about Kanye’s lack of class, Lady GaGa’s lack of fashion sense (or taste), Russell Brand’s lack of humour….there really was a lot of lacking going on the other night…I could but I won’t. It’s being tweeted, blogged, facebooked, myspaced, etc to death and I’m not going to add to that. After this anyway.
Ok, I think this is a clear indication that I need to go find a treadmill and run the rest of this caffeine off. There are only so many reruns of Everyone Hates Christ I can take before my brain explodes.
Then again, that may be my sugar high.
Alright on that note I bid you all goodnight–erm, morning.
Peace out ><
Tobie
EDIT: I should probably clarify that chugging the coke was because I watched too many episodes of Dollhouse tonight and only just now (or maybe 30 minutes ago?) finished my history homework that’s due tomorrow at 9 AM. Yeah…ok. Bye. Also, Dollhouse is back on the air September 25th. Watch it.
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