I have just finished watching the final season of Stargate Atlantis, and am therefore, finally, completely caught up with Stargate (and well in time for the premiere of Stargate Universe next month). This, I feel, is a momentous occasion. I will mark it with the music of Ingrid Michaelson (Everybody!), discussion of Wee Baby Turtles, and commendation on the Golden Gate Bridge's successful rebuild after the attacks by the Mega Shark.

Girls were gotten, and Ronan is Jesus. Also, the girls kickbox. I think I can live with this.

BRAINSTORM!

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PERSONALLY insulted. Just-- NOT OKAY.

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NO.

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NO.

One of the ways I relate to characters is through acting; for me it's just another step in the character analysis I do for fun because I'm a nerd. When I'm playing a character I have to find some way to identify with them, to become them in a way that's believable, to understand why they do the things they do. Helena from "A Midsummer Night's Dream" was easier since (other than being my dream role and a character I'd been practicing for years) it was a simple matter to transfer my feet into her shoes. Richard III in "Richard III" was a bit more difficult: I couldn't exactly usurp the English throne just to see what it was like. But when a character is written well there's always something to grab on to; it's a strange feeling when playing a different character in the same play, especially when they're the enemy of the previous character and your entire opinion about who's in the right has to change, if only for a little while. When I'm reading I'm always thinking about how I would play a character, how I would hold myself and pitch my voice, what my Jane Eyre or Elinor Dashwood would sound like, my Amelia Peabody, Alanna of Trebond, Hermione or Salman Rushdie's Blabbermouth. At the moment, there's nothing I'd like to do more than play the part of Laurie R. King's Marry Russell. The last few days I've been discussing her character development with anyone who will listen; for me, playing her would be the next step. Too bad I'm neither nearly six feet tall, blond, nor blue eyed, though at least two of those things shouldn't cause too much trouble, and I can walk in very high heels.

Again. More later. Again.

Oh my god it's hot out. Adversely, I've spent the entire day jumping around playing Wii Tennis, which = excellent. In real life, I actually am good at certain parts of many sports. IT'S TRUE IT'S TRUE I TELL YOU.

Anyways, I was just reminded of The Great Mouse Detective, the story of the cartoon mouse who lives beneath Sherlock Holmes' apartments in London and who is the cartoon mouse version of Sherlock Holmes. And this led me to realize that, while I absolutely adore Sherlock Holmes, I never read the original books. I have, over the course of many long car rides, heard all of them on tape, but I'm more drawn to Holmes' based things, like the Mary Russell books. Granted, the first book is called The Beekeepers Apprentice and is about Holmes raising and studying bees (which are so awesome you won't believe), but I think I have more fun because it references the old days but is not about them. Mary Russell is Holmes' apprentice in sleuthing, and they become best friends, and she's got his talents, and they're hilarious together. At one point she HATES Watson because she can't understand why he's do stupid, but when she meets him her response is Dammit, I like him. Eventually she refers to him as Uncle John(!).

They do get married in like the fourth book, even though he's 39 years older than her. Guys, I'm sorry, but I can't find it creepy. Had they gotten together when they first met at 15 and 54, then yeah, horrifying. But at this point in the story, nope, sorry, I tried, but it's just not.

I will now continue to wear my sister's bright green short shorts and possibly do some jigsaw puzzles.

PS: Karin, this is just for future reference when you're watching Atlantis: McKay is the best, and Doctor Weir does not die, she just has to go back to Earth to take care of her and Sheppard's love child. Also, I'm pissed off because I realized Atlantis contains the mythical dinosaur episode and we do not get to see them. Not cool. Also, alien pregnancies on Stargate? It's about damn time.

Now, if we have time, I'd like to get back to our original topic: Leadership.

Goodnight all!

Jen is here, hooray!

More later.

My dad wins every contest KFOG ever has, just randomly, and that is how he, my brother and myself ended up spending tonight at Cinematic Titanic.

What is that, you ask?

Mystery Science Theater 3000. LIVE.

All my dreams have come true. It was a never-before-done piece, entitled "Dynamite Brothers," which involved puns, spit-takes, old jokes, and even a Twilight reference at the greatest possible part. When Mary Jo came out we went insane. And I saw the robots in my head the whole time.

The rest of the day was spent with Thomas, Karin, and Natalie, eating Chocolates, playing Wii, and the occasional bouts of stitching to go along with our bitching. We also all looked fabulous (I looking almost exactly like that girl whose puppy is saved by Angel in Orpheus; "Well, pound snow, you mook!"), and Thomas even brought extra clothes (including a silver tie) in case we were unhappy with what he was wearing. We then had Indian food from Cafe Raj, and I gave Daniel his birthday present of the awesome upside-down bicycle I drew this week.

My giant rose earrings with the rhinestones did not hurt my ears, and the food didn't make me sick.

Did I mention the fabulous?

Best Valentine's Day EVER.

Yeah, bitches.

Also Buffy and Angel (Lizzy made Edward and I redid his hair; I'm Bella, as per my cruel and usual fate), the Six-pack, Voldemort and Bella, Snape, Sprout, and McGonagall, Draco (through because the hair color wasn't right he's mixed with Artemis Fowl; Note to self: Make Butler. Artemis needs protection! From the fairies I'm making.), and Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett. Next in line: Arthur Fonzerelli.

And I just read this on the Daily Intelligencer:

"...Chuck Bass (Ed Westwick), the show’s brooding Draco Malfoy type...."

Effing amazing. I have also now met someone who is the obvious result of Chuck Bass having a baby with Alex Carpenter. I'm probably going to end up marrying him. Sigh, the things I sacrifice for the sake of greatest.

PS: I'm gonna make them all over again as sock monkeys.

First of all, Gossip Girl doing Twilight is not just a joke anymore. Chuck even left Blair for her own good and left a dramatic note. Needless to say, it was awesome.

Secondly, have you seen the cast list for Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland? Freaking amazing. And though we're only going to be getting remakes for the next two years (seriously, Fox is remaking Romancing the Stone, and you should see the rest of the list), I don't care because the Burton is making a movie of Dark Shadows. DARK SHADOWS!!!!!!!!!

For those who don't know (which is probably everyone), Dark Shadows was a supernatural soap opera in the 60s that centered around the life of vampire Barnabus Collins (to be played by Johnny Depp in the upcoming film). At the time, it was thought to be really scary, but let me tell you that this is the funniest, and I mean funniest, thing that was ever on TV. I could not be more excited about this.

Finally, what I want for Christmas even more than my Edward doll (and that's saying a lot) is not having to spend it with my extended family, or my gigantic jerk of a brother. What I would like is to just have a nice time with my parents, the Lizster, and a carefully selected group of friends for a stress-free holiday like Thanksgiving was this year. Only better because with no brother of evil the evening would actually end as well as it started.

Actually, scratch that, I just want to be taken hostage by a creepy vampire. Remember, "This hostage stuff is fun!"

And I wouldn't say no to dress-up with Alice, either.
 

Edward journals. I have proof. I just saw the movie again (awesome), and there's a huge pile of what are obviously hand-written journals in his room. Along with his complete works of Austen. I freaking love that man.

On the other hand, maybe those were his scrapbooks. Everyone needs a hobby, Emmett!

I CALLED it. Stephen Colbert just said that Unicorns were left off the arc. What have I been saying for years? Yeah. That's right.

Also, I love Steve and Tango of Ghost Hunters. I love them. They were talking about Tango's bell choir today and it was awesome.

And they should always let Amanda Tapping go crazy on Sanctuary. Whenever it happened on Stargate she usually couldn't talk or just got extremely focused and just wouldn't talk while she refused food and sleep. She always said she wanted to do the crazy stuff and they never let her. Word to the wise, Scifi Channel. Always give Amanda Tapping what she wants. She is a crazy comedy goldmine. Time-loop and body-switching episodes? I expected more from you. Get her in on that next time.

In other news, Blair Waldorf is my hero. She is a total bitch who has been brought down off her throne so many, many times, and yet has always managed to not only rise from the ashes more glamourous than before, but to enact the coldest and most satisfying of revenges on the way. And she's amazingly hilarious, evil, and extremely entertaining. I only read the books for her, and watch the show for her and Chuck. Best/worst couple ever, and I adore them.

And the Twilight Dolls are here. As a doll collector, and as a Twilight fan, let me just say that I am disappointed by the lack of sparkling (if they can make my Barbie's hair change color in the sun, then they can give me a sparklepire), but otherwise just grateful that we live in a world where there exists a doll creepier than Laurel the Wood Fairy. Edward Doll, I look forward to being freaked out on a daily basis by your presence on my shelf. You just better stay there, you freak. Harry, Hagrid, Hermione, Eugene the Enchanted Unicorn, Dobby, Buffy, my intense Madame Alexanders and my frighteningly stern Victorians are going to be watching you. I don't care if you have super-vampire dolls powers. I beat Laurel in my dreams, I can certainly take you.

My new goal is to become a rich and famous actress for the sole purpose of actually having a place to display all my dolls and action figures. Yes, the above listed are not all of them. And yes, I am freaking insane. Thank you, cleolinda, for writing the Secret Life of Dolls; that's basically my entre childhood.

Aw, man. I have the SAT2s in about six hours, and I am tired and kind of sick and really stressed out. I just hope I don't screw this up too badly; I kind of need to have my career plan start now. That glass display case that will protect me from both dust and my dolls' plans to murder me is just too tantalizing. I must have it. I shall have it.

Now, I will eat a poached egg on wheat-free rye bread (because it's the best) and figure out my purchases of jewels and gowns while trying to get sleepy enough to actually, you know, sleep. On the plus side, this is the last thing besides math class that I have to do, and then it's freedom, baby! In another twelve hours I can collapse back at home and then start focusing on what's really important: perfecting my hair style. What? I have to keep up with Edward now that he's gonna be around my house, staring at my from my shelf, judging me. Seriously, if that bitch says one thing I will mention the window-oiling incident and then take him down. Nobody puts Sarah in a corner.

Goodnight, all. See you on the other side.

The TALES OF BEEDLE THE BARD, baby!

First of all, it was awesome, and I had a lot of questions answered and many things caused me to punch my fist up into the air and silently scream "FUCK YEAH!" while reading it. However, you know I hate spoilers, so I'm fairly sure the notes I made while reading the book will be pretty unintelligible to all who haven't read it. Believe me, this ain't all I got to say. But here are my initial notes.

( DRAMA! )


All these and more should be discussed with me, after you've gone out, bought, and read the book.

Seriously, man. Fucking AWESOME.

The writers of Gossip Girl know exactly what to do with Twilight.

In tonight's episode, now only did Chuck play the piano, but he wore his second sparkly tuxedo.

It was black and more obvious this time.

It was the best.

I shall never recover.

It's because Edward and Blair are friends because they both come from money and she introduced him to Chuck. Edward is horrified by Chuck's lack of morals, but agrees to help him shop because they have the same style.

And in the previews for next week Chuck is Rebellious!Edward exactly. JAMES DEAN, everyone!

Check out the new Growing Up Cullen and the aforementioned crossovers here.

Also, I just came up with the Twilight Claddagh Ring: you replace the heart with an apple and I am a genius.

I have a new acting goal. My last one was Helena; been there, done that, check. My new one is....

Kate!

You know, from Twilight?

The Denali Clan? In Alaska.

The chick has Electro-Shock Skin and ends up with Garret, the vampire who's super power is Being Awesome.

I will play this character. She doesn't show up until Breaking Dawn, so I got time.

Hee hee. Succubus.

Twilight in Fifteen Minutes. Everything we felt while watching the movie AND MORE.

Shotgun!

Pam and I watched most of Goblet of Fire tonight, just so we could look at Cedric. I love that boy. So freaking adorable. Plus those shoulders and that jaw make him so totally do-able.

Watch it. There are early signs of The Hair.

During guitar class this morning I started writing a new song about Twilight.

Specifically about Sparkling.

And everything that that entails.

It called "Sparkle For Me, Baby!" (no surprises there). Lyrics to follow.

 I'm gonna watch Twilight like Blair Waldorf watches Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Beat that level of nerdiness.

Best. Movie. EVER.

Jasper looked like he was in pain and spoke in a Southern Accent. I died.

And if I'm Bella, then where the hell is my Edward? Someone is gonna get bitchslapped by his own piano when he finally shows up. Serves him right for taking so long. *Sigh.* Pianos. Goddammit Stephenie Meyer. Not Cool. Not cool to the extreme. Thank you, though. You deserve a freaking medal. Now Sparkle for me baby! Let's make some music.

(Sparkle!)