stillsostrange

So, a) over the past month I've become completely smitten with Avatar: The Last Airbender*, and b) I turned over the TV to the childer tonight with two-thirds of the series finale left to watch. This virtue pains me, and makes it hard to concentrate on the chapter I'm rewriting. I keep getting distracted by googling pictures of June and Mai. Not June/Mai yet, but this virtue can't last forever.

Think I could Kickstarter enough money to hire the animation team to make an adaptation of The Bone Palace? If not, I'll be reduced to begging for fanart of Mai, June, and Isyllt kicking ass in barfights and drinking tea**.



* It may come as no surprise that Uncle Iroh is my one true love. And yeah, I totally cried at the Mako tribute episode.

** THAT IS A HINT, people.

Late to the party as usual, I have just discovered Sherlock. Sweet Fishes, and I thought Benedict Cumberbatch was pretty in Tinker Tailor. I now want him to play every dragon in the world--including Morkeleb. I also have very high hopes for all Smaug and Bilbo's conversations. As well I bloody should, since those were always my favorite scenes.

Cod help me, I tried watching the new Criminal Minds/Criminal Waste spin-off thing. Wow, that's bad. There is not an unstilted line of dialogue in the first episode (except possibly Garcia's). The script is so bad Forest Whitaker* can't even breathe! Michael Kelly's character backstory assaults the viewer with stupidity, like being backhanded with a fistful of dumb. Janeane Garofalo, I will buy you a new water heater!

I badly need to watch Ghost Dog and Mystery Men to get this taste out of my mouth.


* An alarming insight into my psyche: The Crying Game has forever conflated Forest Whitaker in cricket whites with orgasm for me. Yeah. Good luck not thinking about that.