No Second Chances

Marvel is a dick.

Rent the Geisha

Recently, I watched Dollhouse.
Or should I say, I watched Eliza Dushku in Fetish Costume of the Week. Or, Look How Hot Eliza Dushku Is. Or, The Eliza Dushku Show.

Yes folks. That Eliza, aka Faith the Vampire Skank...I mean Slayer. Don't get me wrong, she was my favourite slayer (really) (no, really. She was).

So anyway, she's headlining Dollhouse now. And by headlining, I mean SHE DOMINATES EVERY FRICKING PIECE OF PROMO MATERIAL OR ANY MATERIAL OTHERWISE ASSOCIATED WITH DOLLHOUSE, including THE INTRO. The INTRO goddamnit! And it gets even worse in season 2!

Now, it's normal to use your main actress as the face of the series. But even Summer Glau got an advert for Sarah Connor Chronicles okay? Maybe nobody gave two spits about the kid, but guess what? He didn't look like Summer Glau.

I actually don't even remember what the kid looks like. He does grow up into Nick Stahl, and then Batman, so honestly...Summer Glau? What? Was I actually talking about something else? Jeez.

I have two problems with this practice of sticking images of Eliza in our faces so that we don't ever forget how incredibly hot she is. Well, three, including this one that I just realised: I have seen so much of her, she doesn't make me feel she's hot anymore.

1. She's boring. And irritating. She's only nice when she's ECHO and has the intelligence of a toddler. Where's the charisma? Where's the mystery? And, lest we forget, where the heck did you put your personality?
Some nameless clotheshorse/ glamour model/ porn star could do exactly what you're doing, except you get paid about, oh, a GAZILLION times more. You're pretty, but you're NOT THAT PRETTY!! Remember, beautiful includes personality.
Not having one means you lose half the race.

2. IS JOSS WHEDON BLIND? IS FOX VISUALLY CHALLENGED IN SOME WAY? What is the purpose of the Dollhouse?

So that sick rich people can fulfil their sick, rich-people fantasies with by hiring incredibly beautiful Dolls to carry out these fantasies to perfection.

So basically you have a cast of good looking people. Not just your normal good looking people. You have the kind of people other people dream about.
For example:

DICHEN LACHMAN the LIVING ANIME CHARACTER
Enver Gjokaj
Amy Acker
Olivia Williams
Tahmoh Penikett
Miracle Laurie
SUMMER GLAU

And those are only the named cast.
And all FOX could come up for promo was this:

Eliza Dushku

Eliza Dushku

Eliza Dushku

Eliza Dushku

Epic Objectifying Beautiful Cast For Promo Ad Fail.

Dichen Lachman

Yeah, yeah, aku tau ni bukan gambar Dichen Lachman.

Tapi dress ni cantik kan?
Walaupun tak secantik Lachman.

Sebenarnya, aku rasa kan, macam aku takde paper nak di-blog-kan. Seriously. Adelah, stuff happens. Lepas tu, stuff tu berlalu. Aku pun duk fikir, nak post pasal benda tu ke tak? Habis aku duk fikir, aku pun rasa aku lama sangat fikir. So aku tak tulis. Lama-lama aku tak post, aku jadi malas.

Sebenarnya aku tau korang semua tak peduli pasal dilema aku, so aku just akan bercerita pasal aku pergi shopping hari ni dengan Lilyflower.

So dah lama giler babi aku tak pergi shopping. I mean, shopping shopping, bukan shopping nak beli katil baru ke, shopping nak beli bantal ke, shopping nak beli tukul dengan paku...all that housewife-in-training/ andartu stuff.

Korang tau tak macam mana nak bezakan antara shopping dengan shopping shopping? Aku pun tak tau sangat lah, ko pergi ar figure it out yourself. Ko dah cukup tua kot.

Yang aku tau, shopping adalah satu aktiviti yang therapeutic. Baru breakup? Pergi shopping lah beb. Dapat promotion kat kerja? Shopping lah beb. Adik lari dari rumah? Takyah fikir banyak, shopping lah beb. Takde kerja lain?

Carilah kerja. Duhhh.

Anyway. Aku dah lama tak shopping. Aku hampir lupa kepuasan hati membeli barangan baru. Seriously. Tak ade ape-ape yang boleh mengalahkan kepuasan hati memakai baju baru yang dipilih dan dibeli sendiri. Aku selalu rasa macam aku telah mencapai sesuatu bila aku pakai baju yang aku baru beli. Or mungkin aku just vain dan banyak ego... Bottomline, shopping memang best.

This Night of Nights

Today is the last day of 2009. Has anything changed from last year, is anything different?
So much has changed completely. Mostly for the good.
Yeah God.
You heard me.
I'm being thankful.
Thank You.

I almost decided to stay at home and do zero things for New Year. Because I was lazy, and I wanted maybe finally a full night's sleep at last.
And then I sat and thought about it.
For like 7 hours (because I don't actually have any work to do at the moment).
(In between MLIA, tvtropes and A Very Potter Musical).
And I realised that I was going to mark myself as a Freak For All Time if I sat at home. This would be the night I would look back on in anger and bitterness when I have become a hard and twisted woman, and someone foolishly mentions the word 'New Year', 'Jennifer's Body' or 'Alone'.
Basically, I felt the decision to stay at home would scar me for life.
So I'm going out for New Year's, and I will spend this night, that doesn't really mean anything, but really also means so much, with people (in a non-orgy way).

Dear 2009.
You were an eventful year, a bit sloppy sometimes, but you did your best and came through at the end, just like Captain Mal.
When you end, I hope I'll feel it.
Goodbye.

Mesti

Bolehkah aku berlari selamanya
Tanpa berpusing kembali
Melintas setiap gelap
Kabur dalam mimpi
Menginginkan sesuatu
...
Kau mungkin ada pilihan
Tapi aku mesti

Nerf Wars

Yesterday I discovered that Obi-Wan did not keep Qui-Gon's lightsaber after lopping off Darth Maul's head.

I feel disappointed in Ewan McGregor.

How can I ever look at him the same way again?

I feel like Ben Kenobi should have been devestated enough

by his Master's death that he should have lived the rest

of his life out as a Nerf Herder.

Sea Path

How far now to unfathomable?
How far now to the darkness beneath?
If I can't read you, then I can't understand you
It's getting deep and it's hard to breathe

I am riding on the back of a serpent
As she slides through the sea
Her fragile scales crushed under my grip
As her poison holds me

Where is the end of this journey?
In blue waters of tragedy?
In dark caverns of forgotten love
That stain a soul eternally

How long more do I venture
To what I do not know
You are not here, you may not be there
But Ocean tells me, go

The swirling waters, the endless night
Is this where I will find you?
Yet ghost fishes wearing the souls of old wishes
Wander through and through and through

I am no god, and I will end soon
And you will go on as lost as before
So tell me, where is your unfathomable
Tell me, how far more?

I may find you, or I may seek the moon
Or am I now seeking her fallen reflection
Twisted by the waves, eaten by the creatures
Where did you go to not return?
Let me wait for you.