Note: This episode was reviewed before 4×11 so no spoilers beyond this one…
Sookie: just realizing now how horrid her sweatshirt is.
Oh, Nan knocking down the cameras and that woman speaker saying “we’re you’re friends.” Also Nan stabbing the vampire with a pencil. Win. Continue reading
Note: I reviewed all these episodes as they aired, just didn’t, you know, get screencaps or post them…
Wow, looking old there, Bill.
Alcide, on the other hand, just looks like he's hurting himself thinking.
I thought for sure it was Debbie knocking Sookie from Alcide’s arms. Nope, Bill, rushing her to her couch. Continue reading
Sookie and Eric go to Narnia. Naked Narnia. CS Lewis is turning in his grave.
A few days late as wow, I haven’t even had time to watch the episode. What?! I’m incredibly tired so I hope this is more coherent than I feel right now. Well, I feel better than Beulah, Maxine’s neighbor.
Live blogging ahoy! Continue reading
Marnie/Antonia says these witches are rising up against vampires. It's war.
I went about live blogging this episode, and it seems to be a successful method on making sure I write a post about it. I will hesitantly say that True Blood is back to its entertaining self.
Was that guard playing Plants Vs Zombies? Win. Continue reading
OMG, Sam missed his True Blood reviews so badly.
So lately, True Blood has been “meh” for me, a bunch of set up. It hasn’t done anything except make me want to go on another rant about how much Ball hates the backwoods white trash. Also, when can Pam be pretty again?
(Seriously, gentle readers, putting on a con is hard work.)
My live-cap of True Blood “I Wish I Was the Moon.”
Finally some Sookie and Eric sexing. (Yes, I greatly appreciated the shirtless Eric swimming and playing Viking god against the gaters a few episodes ago.) Oh, Bill, you’re the biggest cockblock ever. Again. Continue reading
Sister Piston as Jayne from Firefly in Seattle's Wehdonesque Burlesque (photo snagged as there was no photography allowed)
It’s no secret that I love Buffy: the Vampire Slayer and Angel: the Series and greatly enjoyed Firefly. But it is a little bit of a secret that I broke up with Joss Whedon. At least reading or watching his works since Serenity. I try not to talk about it because of my deep love for Buffy’s universe and coming into conflict with those who wear the “Joss Whedon is my master now” t-shirts.
But Whedonesque was a burlesque show about the fannish love for Whedon’s projects. I couldn’t resist going when I heard about it. Plus, in full reviewer disclaimer, my friends Miss Elaine Yes and Captain Vanadium Silver were in it and the producer Jo Jo Stiletto is putting together a panel for GeekGirlCon. The show I attended was on Saturday, July 16th.
Whedonesque kicked off with host Rebecca M. Davis singing the theme song to Firefly. I was incredibly impressed with Davis’ hosting as I’ve been to a lot of burlesque shows, and she’s one of the best I’ve seen. She commanded the audience’s attention as needed and was delightful.
The Saturday show opened with Billy Corazon performing a truly fanboy number. Corazon went through the ups-and-downs of being a Whedon fan, especially concerning the cancellations of many of Whedon’s shows. A newer performer, he was full of energy and spunk. He ended up in his incredibly mismatched Avengers outfit, of which I was instantly jealous of his Captain America underoos.
Next up, Legs Montana did a tribute to Zoe from Firefly, and she brought along her own Wash (Rip Curl). Montana certainly pulled off strong and sexy, and I loved the bit where she tied up Wash with Zoe’s necktie. Continue reading
Spock throws out logic to be a flower child.
This Sunday, I spent the gloriously warm day — Seattle’s first consistently over 80 degrees — watching a fabulous performance by Hello Earth Productions. They performed the classic Star Trek: The Original Series episode “This Side of Paradise.” Yes, the one where Spock smiles a lot after they meet some hippies.
I was so excited to see Outdoor Trek. I’d heard about these performances (by another troupe) in Portland, and I’d actually been thinking of driving down to Portland just to see them. But Hello Earth Productions does theirs right here in Seattle at Dr. Blanche Lavizzo Park.
In fact, in my excitement, I neglected to mention to Jason what we were actually doing. He thought we were going to watch an episode with a bunch of people in a park, and he was really surprised when he saw the setup for the Enterprise’s bridge.
While “This Side of Paradise” is not one of my favorite episodes — in later TOS the hippie cultures get a little much — I was extremely excited to see this interpretation as Hello Earth Productions is comprised mostly of women. Kirk, Spock, McCoy, and Sulu: all women. Spock’s love interest Leila was played by a man. I’ve always loved Roddenberry’s utopian ideal of Star Trek, a world without bigotry, without gender norms and racial biases. Where Uhura wasn’t a maid or mother.
The actors did a wonderful job at creating a set that was functional, that we knew was the Enterprise and planet, but was minimal. The Redshirts doubled as a band and were an excellent musical accompaniment. I also felt like whomever made the script functional for a play did a very nice job. Overall, the show was very entertaining, and even though I was melting in the sun, I happily distracted as Kirk, Spock, Bones, and crew were squirted with silly string, I mean, alien flower spores that turned them into automaton hippies.
Kids, even in the 23rd century, don’t do drugs.
Kris Hambrick’s Kirk was great. Her Shatner-esque movements worked wonderfully. Helen Parson’s Spock was pretty adorable. But I think that Julia Buck’s McCoy really stole the show for me. Buck’s mannerisms, articulations, mint julep drinking, and great acting brought out the comedy in the episode. And I loved Buck’s post about playing McCoy. Better beware, Karl Urban, Buck might snag your role in the Star Trek reboot franchise.
Outdoor Trek is definitely worth attending. Hello Earth Productions is putting on four more shows in the next two weeks. Check them out. And go see them!
Who's the woman behind the mask? Photo by Jan W.
I’m a huge fan of Dear Sugar. Sugar’s advice column touches my soul in a way that I wish more things did. I find a great deal of meaning in what she writes, and many columns bring me to tears, which I am not the type of person to tear up at any sentiment. Sugar’s words dig deep into the truth of the soul. Like being wrapped in a gentle hug of brutal truth. This is why I and countless others love her.
In a recent interview, Sugar announced that she is coming out. While a few people know her identity, Sugar is by-and-large anonymous. She is currently the myth, the Batman. Sugar teaches us how to be brave by telling us about how she was not brave and how to push through our situations.
At first, I was very upset that Sugar was coming out. Identity holds so much baggage. It flavors the words we read. What do we think of Ernest Hemingway since we know he was a drunk? How does this impact Hills Like White Elephants? What do we think of To the Lighthouse when we know Virginia Woolf spent summers at a very similar place? What does it say about my words when you Google me?
When I first started hanging out on the internet, I did so anonymously. I did so in the comfort of my made up name, where I found a group of people with similar interests, who never judged me for who I was. This was huge for me. Especially as a young person figuring out who I was and finding my voice in this world.
No topic was taboo. And never did I worry about a future employer, my grandmother, or even my neighbor judging me based on my online identity. I know I said some stupid shit. I also wrote novels and novels of erotic fanfiction. This was all very beautiful; and I met a lot of my online friends where we spent weekends geeking out over Star Trek episodes or posing Buffy: the Vampire Slayer action figures in compromising positions. We ranged in age from barely adult to those reminiscing about dusty zines created on typewriters and traded under-the-table at early Elfquest gatherings. I will respond to my screenname.
But then came the move to be your “real self” online. College students thought Facebook was private until Zuckerberg and company invited your mom, your boss, and your 10-year-old cousin to the table. Somehow I don’t think my boss cares to know that I spent the entire X-Men: First Class movie waiting for Magneto and Professor X to kiss.
Moving away from my nom de plume to my legal name has in many ways taken away the brazenness of me and the rawness of what I speak. It took me forever to swear here, and it wasn’t until this past December that I used this “real” blog to tell the gut wrenching truth of how I came to be. That I had to face my family telling me, your stories hurt my feelings.
Perhaps, I am afraid this will happen to Sugar. I am afraid her words will be limited by having her name attached to them. I am afraid she will come across as less brave, less of that myth who’s worldly and universal truths wrap around my heart.
But at the same time, I understand Sugar’s need to come out. She deserves to publish a book of Sugar, and she deserves to be able to tell us Sugar-fans that we can support her by buying her current book. I know I want to read her book. So while I’m very afraid, in my own selfish way, I cannot wait to find out who the woman behind the mask is.
I hope that Sugar continues to be brave. That she tells even deeper stories now that she doesn’t have to worry about revealing her “real” identity. I hope that the truth is even more powerful behind her real name. I hope that she continues to speak loudly the stories that not all of us can under our “real” names.
She’ll always be Sugar to me. Even if she turns out to be my mother.*
(*Sugar is most definitely not my mother. This I am 100% certain of. Otherwise, I do not have clue as to whom is behind the column I love so dearly.)
Sookie, with tall guys like that, you climb them like trees and then you, you know...
Raise your hands if you think the first two episodes should’ve been condensed into one? *raises hand* There was a lot of set-up, which maybe I’m just antsy because I’ve read the books so I kind of know the major plots. Or just where they are most likely headed. Or maybe there just hasn’t been enough naked Eric.
Thus, friends, you get an extremely short review. Continue reading
Jesus and Katerina Pelham are super excited for this season of True Blood. Katerina does the fangirl dance.
Oh, True Blood how I’ve missed your unique mix of trashy fantasy. Don’t ever leave me again. I may be very busy, but I’m going to keep trying to review True Blood this season. Continue reading
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Erica McGillivray is snarky feminist geek, president of GeekGirlCon, & a community attaché specializing in SEO & social media.
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