I’m gonna pull a Dear Diary up in here since it’s been a long time since my last post and I dunno if I can organize my thoughts enough to write something coherent. Need to get something up on the blog, however, just to make sure I still can and the only way I can think of doing that is by shoving updates in your throat. Updates. Of the life I lead. You can click close if you want now.
Anyway, I would love to say that the reason behind me not posting anything since February is that I lead such an exciting life filled with parties, orgies, and all sorts of perverted debauchery, but people who have an idea who I am know that the most exciting thing that happened to me this year is I got a Kindle. Which is the main reason behind the extended absence since I spend every waking minute with my nose in the device and my mind in whichever fictional world I’m currently reading about.
I mean, who has time keeping up to date with current events when you get to experience Panem and the Hunger Games? Who wants to know which politician stole how much when you’ve been crying your eyes out when The Freys butchered your boy Robb and most of his bannermen? And I really couldn’t care less how Cristy Fermin is faring these days (prolly still going for the tsismosa sa tabi ng kalye look) when I’ve been spending my days with tall men with broad shoulders and calloused hands spewing romantic lines no man in my real world will ever be caught dead doing – much less pulling off.
So, suffice it to say, I’ve been reading my eyes out since I got Amazon’s literary version of crack. But I did say updates, didn’t I? Let’s pull up the ever helpful bullet points then to help illustrate how close I am to old maidenhood.
- Hunger Games the movie came out and I’m still not sure if I love it. The book version of Hunger Games was the first ever book I read with my Kindle, so it holds a special place in my heart, if only for that. The book is so much more than just the book that popped my Kindle cherry, however, since it was brilliant. Katniss is strong and her love for her sister heartbreaking, Effie is an adorable little pet, and Peeta will forever be the kind of guy I want my future daughter to be dating. Of course, if I had a daughter, chances are she’d join a cult as soon as she was able then get them to break into my house in the middle of the night to murder me, but that’s neither here nor there.
The movie, while managing to capture some of the love Katniss has for Prim and the heartbreaking aftermath of Rue’s death, didn’t succeed in convincing me of the Peeta-Katniss connection nor the violence of the Games. There was no kilig moment nor were there enough scenes to underscore how much the Games were a twisted version of Big Brother or Survivor.
- Game of Thrones is back. At last, more Cersei. It’s weird how I loathe the book Cersei with every fiber of my being – almost as much as I loathe Joffrey – but I can never get myself to hate Lena Headey’s Cersei. She’s just so disturbed and manipulative in a sexy and vulnerable kind of way that I can totally get why her twin brother has been banging her. I’d bang her. And apparently, the HBO version of Salladhor Saan would love to bang her too. Jamie, in both the book and the TV series, is also pretty bang-able, and with how many books Tyrion has been reading and whores he’s been doing, you know that he definitely delivers in the sack. You can say anything you want about Tywin Lannister, but the man makes fine offspring. Now if only we can say the same thing about what the twins managed as their first born.
Anyway, the second season is back and there have been two episodes so far (both of which will be reviewed by yours truly as soon as my brain cooperates) and HBO has not disappoint. Everything is still as tight as the first season and with the additional characters and locations, the network is definitely going to be giving justice to the second book of the series.
- There’s a new Spartacus. This is old news but I can’t still get over the fact that the replacement doesn’t do much for me. Maybe because I got used to the old one and how he had this huge presence on screen. Maybe because I still haven’t seen the new one’s penis (I’m only on episode 5), but I just can’t look at him and think ‘leader’. Hell, Crixus with his gay porn look looks more the revolutionary at this point.
The acting has also not improved a whit. With Batiatus gone, the only people that can pull off what they’re supposed to pull off are Lucretia and Ilithyia. And I’m not just saying that because I’ve seen their boobs.
- I’m seriously addicted to Qhuay. For the uninitiated, Qhuay is a shipper term for Qhuinn and Blaylock of the Black Dagger Brotherhood, a paranormal romance/urban fantasy series written by J.R. Ward. I know that combining two people’s names to emphasize their being a couple is juvenile at best, but the amount of shit I can give about that is none, so let’s just agree that calling the two guys Qhuay is a touch of genius.
And yes, I said guys. They’re both men and they’re both over six feet, ripped, and vampires. I never thought I could root for a male/male romance, but Ward has a way of developing these two characters and stretching the anticipation that it sometimes feels like Jim and Pam. If Jim and Pam were both über sexy male vampires who look delicious in leather.
I am so into the world Ward created – as full of plot holes as it may be – and its characters that when she announced her next BDB book for 2013 will be about Qhuinn and Blay, I was ever so grateful to have something to look forward to next year. Then I had to remind myself that these are fictional characters, and that my romance novel obsession and general orneriness means now I just need five cats to be an official member of the Old Maid Society. I hear they have meetings every Wednesday. I really don’t want to become a member since I have a couple of aunts in the society already and would pay money just to not see them ever again, so I think I have to stop myself from getting some cats.
- Walking Dead Season 2 is done. And I still have some residual Lori hate going on. Gahd, that woman can drive a man to drink. But she did one better and drove two men to kill each other. Nice one, irresponsible-mother-who-always-has-no-idea-where-her-son-is-and-thinks-that-doing-laundry-is-the-only-thing-women-are-good-for-during-the-zombie-apocalypse.
And as for Rick pulling the it’s my way or the highway card at the end of the season, good for him. It’s high time these people understand what it takes to keep a number of people (half of them dumb as shit) alive. I also hope that they realize next season how it’s in their best interest to have Carol go the same way as her daughter since she has done practically nothing since I saw her save washing something, walking around, and thinking wrong thoughts about Daryl, my crossbow wielding zombie apocalypse boyfriend.
In fact, why doesn’t the show start a clean slate with everybody gone except Daryl, Glen, Rick, and that kick-ass chick who saved Andrea from the last episode? What the hell, have Andrea and T-Dog in too. Lord knows, T-Dog needs some more dialogue lest we forget he ever was in the show in the first place.
Now that I got those out of my system, see you when I do the movie updates again? Awesome. Will spend salivating over BDB hotties with my Goodreads peeps in the meantime.