That will be all

Biennial

It's been two years. Two years since I made a new years resolution to watch all of The West Wing. Roughly a year ago, I posted that my progress was slow. In the same way that evolution is slow. That is to say, glacial. The plot of Lost moved faster than I did. And so here we are, just past the anniversary of my promise. And I am no further on than I was a year ago. It's not like I didn't try. Well, when I say try...I bought the box set. If you count the act of mouse clicking and door opening as effort, then I'm onto a winner. I also dust the offending box set quite often. 

You would think, that given the just described events, that I may have learnt my lesson. Oh, how foolish you would be! I am the woman who watched eight (count them) seasons of Smallville in the hope that it might start getting better. I have no sense of when to quit. And, following in such tradition, I decided to make a promise to myself to watch all of The Sopranos this year. 

Frankly, I'm a little ashamed that I haven't watched it so far. I am repeatedly told that a large part of my televisual education is missing. So I thought, why not? Let's give it a go. And if I don't? Well, at least I have another box set to dust.

A Stronger UN for a better...TV Show?

Now, I don't know about you, but I often think that the UN don't have enough to do. I mean, they must spend a lot of their time organising conferences to decide which biscuits to eat, or creating Philosoraptor memes all day. In fact, I've wondered before now why on earth they haven't hosted a Project Runway challenge before now! Of course, it's a perfect partnership! Don't you think?

Really. 

The UN. Yes, that's right. You heard me. *sigh*

As if it isn't bad enough that Rami was kicked out a couple of weeks ago, and Mila still exists, but now we have this ridiculous flag challenge. The challenges this season are as poor as the execution of the entire concept of "All Stars". 

The concept isn't a bad one, per se. I like the idea, and when I realised that they were making this season, I knew I would watch. However, the reality is far from what I imagined. Watching Project Runway without Tim Gunn is like watching the crappy British version of the show. Even the overall story arc of Austin's facial hair can't keep me interested. There's just something...cheap about it all. Still, I suppose that there is something vaguely entertaining about watching Mila literally translate every idea straight onto fabric. You can never have enough colour blocking, right? Right?

Now, bring me more polka dots!

A Quick Shout Out...

To Enrico Colantoni, who was in Contagion, when I saw it the other night. The film was rubbish, but at least I got to say "he was in Veronica Mars!" so that cheered me up. Sadly, I still had to look at Jude Law.

So It Turns Out...

That The Walking Dead is still boring after all. No matter how many arrows Norman Reedus shoots from that crossbow in an effortlessly cool way. 

Hmm.

Sugar and Spice and All Things Nice

I have an anniversary coming up, and it's an important one. Six years, people. Six. Years. *sigh*

Yes, that's right, it is just about six years since I discovered, and immediately fell in love with Veronica Mars. The traditional anniversary gift in the UK for six years is sugar. I may spend the evening watching season one again and crying into a box of chocolates about how unfair it all is. I don't think I ever got over the cancellation.

Veronica Mars has affected my life more than any other television show. It might not be the best one ever made, but there was just something about it that caught my imagination, and nothing has ever managed to replace it. My televisual existence is plagued by ex-Veronica guest stars. Every time I watch something, I see someone that used to be on the show. I know that everyone who was anyone seemed to be on it at some point, but still... My mantra these days is "He was in Veronica Mars." I can't seem to watch any sort of drama without someone popping up. I think it's why I'm still watching The New Girl.

So, Veronica, I want you to know that I still think of you. Six years may have passed, but I still remember you as if it were yesterday. *Wipes tear from my eye*

Bite Me...

So, it turns out....and I'm almost embarrassed to have to write this...that The Vampire Diaries is fucking awesome.

I know, I know. It's a teen show. Aimed at people who are, well...teens. But still. It's awesome. I'm behind the curve on this one. I avoided it at first. Because of the name, because of what it was, because of the books. I'll admit it. I read them. Well, I say I read them. I tried. The Vampire Diaries in literary form makes Twilight look like some sort of Kafka/Kundera/Murakami collaboration. They are really, really awful. So this year, or last year--I don't remember--I thought I would give it a go. I posted about it on here, I believe. I watched all of them in about 3 seconds flat. I gorged myself, I'll admit it.

And I was hooked, instantly. The characters are good, the story lines are exciting. It's not perfect, by any stretch of the imagination, even for a cheesy teen offering. The introduction of magic wasn't the best idea, as it so often turns out to be a deus ex machina, and the people that keep coming back when you think that they are dead...well, I could do without them. But Paul Wesley is acting the hell out of Stefan Without a Cause, and it's ridiculously shocking every. single. week, and Damon...well, Damon. What can I say?

He's declined a little this season. With the whole being in love thing. But even so. He's so entertaining to watch. In a LOT of different ways...