Weekend Update

So I rented the third of four DVDs of Dead Like Me, season one and watched it.  I'd have rented the fourth one but it was out.  I hate those damed "for display only" boxes they use at the video store.  You look for a DVD, you think you see it--and then you realize the damn thing is an empty box.

Anyhow, I enjoyed these episodes and I'm looking forward to seeing the remainder of season one ASAP.  I may even buy the DVD set.  And the second season will be released in June or July.  Hurray!  I'm continuing to toy with ideas for a Dead Like Me/Highlander fanfic.  There are too many amusing possibilities not to contemplate them.

As reported by my lovely and talented wife, snippy we took Twoson to see The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.  I too found it mostly boring and stupid, though I think I got a little more enjoyment out of it than she did.  As she explained to me recently when I was chortling over Robot Chicken or Venture Brothers or something of the kind, "you like stupid stuff!"  (Not as in "it's stupid to find this funny" but as in "you like stupid-funny stuff."  Guilty as charged.  Not all the time, but sometimes stupid-funny is just freaking hilarious.)

Alas, HHGttG didn't seem any funnier as a film than it did to me as a novel.  I know I read it, or much of it, and I've paged through some of the other books.  But I just don't find it especially funny or entertaining.  Rather like Terry Pratchett's Discworld novels--I have friends who eagerly await every new one and just love them.  I read a couple of them and they had a few mildly amusing bits, but mostly it's just...boring and stupid.

But I love and can quote large parts of Life of Bryan, Monty Python and the Holy Grail and various Monty Python skits from their tv show.  Go figure.

Meanwhile, I've stumbled upon Spirits of the Damned, a website devoted largely--not entirely, but largely--to relentlessly mocking Laurell K. Hamilton's descent into badly written fetish porn in the Anita Blake and Merry Gentry novel series.  Fanfic mockery and parodies, fake blog entires written by Anita, Jean Claude, Richard, et al, song parodies, and lots of old-fashioned ranting and discussion.  It's a very entertaining timekiller so far.

And I really ought to be in bed by now, given that I have to get up and go to work in the morning, but...I slept late this weekend and I'm not sleepy and, oh screw it.  I'll be tired in the morning and I'll promise myself that "tonight I'll go to bed at a decent hour--this time for sure!"  I've been telling myself that for more than forty years.

You do the math.

How to Horrify Jean Claude

From a post in Blakesblog, the LiveJournal alleged written by Anita Blake (with copious comments from other characters).  Let me just say that this stuff is way more entertaining than the books have been lately:

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Stuck in the Circus...
It was soooooo boring here, where I’m hiding out. It’s well, dead. Jason’s been reading all morning. I figured, when Jason said that he read books, he meant spy thrillers, murder mysteries. But, no. Let me give you a sampling of his reading collection: The Decameron, Les Miserable (in French), Dante’s Inferno, Machiavelli’s The Prince, and Paradise Lost. Not what you’d call beach reading.

[Jason: What can I say, I’m a deep thinker]

But wait, there’s more. Hidden behind his nightstand…Nora Roberts. Aw, Jason, you softy.

[Jason: Touch Nora and I’ll gnaw off your fingers]

Jason, there has got to be something to do down here.

[Jason: Well, when I get really bored…]

Yeah?

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That was great. Wait till the vamps wake up. Can you imagine Jean-Claude’s face when he sees the lounge suit? That’s it, I’m hanging out at the end of his bed until he wakes up.

[Jason: For those of you following along at home, Anita and I found this huge stash of 70’s decorations and clothes in the Basement of the Damned. We dragged this giant orange shag rug upstairs and spread it across Jean-Claude’s main hall. We threw in some lava lamps and orange and gold checkered slipcovers. It looks just like ‘That 70’s Show’. Anita found this polyester lounge suit and we spent the last hour changing Jean-Claude. I don’t know how the hell he got into his pants because we had to grease him to get him out. I’ll spare you the details.

Oh and while we were at it, we moved Willy out of his coffin and stuffed him in with Byron and his teddy bear. Hannah’s going to shriek when she sees that. Then we rolled Requiem’s coffin into the women’s bathroom.

And Anita propped a cut-out of Belle Morte outside Asher’s coffin.]

Posted by : Jason and Anita (using Jason’s computer)

I’m a little disappointed here. Jean-Claude didn’t do anything. He raised one eyebrow and gave me this really disturbing smile. And he hasn’t changed. He looks like a lounge lizard. Augh.

Posted by : Anita

Oh, ma petite, you found my favorite outfit from the 70’s. You don’t like it? Did you, perhaps, find the matching fedora with feather? What about the purple velour coat?

Posted by : Jean-Claude


Well that was a pleasant surprise. Can you put Jean-Claude in my coffin tomorrow, luv?
Posted by : Byron


Jason! This didn’t work out right. And Asher refuses to come out of his coffin now. I think he’s sulking. Requiem’s moved the rest of his stuff into the bathroom. Said something about having a nice snack when he woke up. And Jean-Claude is rolling around in the shag rug like a cat on catnip. By himself. He's even talking about ordering another outfit like the one's he wearing.

Posted by : Anita