After a few days of bringing you the lowdown on layouts and software, I was tired. My eyes were also hurting, going through some itching and burning that may be due to The Burg, or could be due to a ghost living in my apartment. Either way, I was ready to decompress.
I’ve mentioned before I don’t watch television that much, though there are a few things that keep me interesting. I watch Project Runway, which ends tonight, which may be a good thing as there was far too much drama this season. I’m half way through Torchwood: Miracle Day and Orphan Black, both of which I’m loving, though I’m not keen on the Americanization of Torchwood, but I blame the network for that. As for Orphan Black–I wanna have my own Clone Club, and slap the Soccer Mom just because.
Last night I was waiting for a show to come on, so it was through Paranormal Activity and PA2. I’d never seen either, though I knew how the first ended. (I know the alternate ending as well; it’s online.) No big scares for me, and the second movie tells you everything you need to know about why the first happens. Thanks a lot, sis!
But then it was on to American Horror Story: Coven, and what the hell did I see? First off, gattor hunters baggin’ a big, then Stevie Nicks wandering through the swamp in her hippie dress and high heeled boots. Poke Salad Annie, the dead gattor came to life and ate the swampbillies, chomp chomp.
It guest goes straight to hell on the crazy train from there–but that’s a good thing . . .
I love strange and crazy. I was glued to the TV when Twin Peaks was on, I dug The Prisoner when I was a kid, and I know there are others out there, but my mind is a blank right now. Last night, however, I get sarcastic witches with drinking problems; immortal racists; Angela Bassett, for whom I would crawl across broken glass just to say hello; a Frankenstein boyfriend; Stevie Nicks again, healing up the boyfriend with moss and alligator shit before foreshadowing her intentions like it was the Bat Signal; crazy witch sex with snakes; and a minotaur. All because I wanted to see the girl with the killer fairy vagina, which is pretty cool method of keeping unwanted bros away.
I know the episodes are already filmed, but with the filming having taken place in New Orleans, the producers missed a golden opportunity. I want you to imagine this . . . Nic Cage’s character from Bad Lieutenant 2, showing up at the witch coven with his lucky crack pipe. it would have been gold, I’m telling you: gold! It would have taken the show into heights of insanity that would be discussed a thousand years from now by the necromancers who’ll return to the Earth.
Like it or not, I have another show to watch. Will it be enough to hold me over until Day of the Doctor?
Maybe I should start working on my spells.