These are not my shoes

I think I am the only one on my flist who isn't enjoying Drive, and that makes me sad. I love Tim Minear. I love Nathan Fillion. Putting those two together again should result in something I love, right? I mean, especially if you throw in a dollop of Richard Brooks, a dash of Amy Acker and a sprinkling of Katie Finneran.

Apparently not, because I'm finding the show to be tedious, predictable, mundane and absurd, all rolled into one very unexciting package. Also, every single car chase appears to take place on the exact same stretch of the exact same highway, and it looks about as much like Mars as it does Georgia.

On the other hand, I seem to be having a total Lost renaissance, and I think I am also alone in this. Everyone else I know has stopped watching, which is a shame because I think the show's finally found its stride again.

I've decided to attribute the improvement this season to the addition of Brian K. Vaughan to the writing staff, because not only is he the creator of Runaways, my daughter's most favoritest comic book series ever, but based on this week's episode, the man writes a pretty fine hour of television.

Speaking of Runaways, the munchkin read Joss Whedon's first issue after taking over from Vaughan and she has officially declared it to be exactly as good. Yay, Joss!

So, I, um, kind of totally enjoyed last night's Lost. What's up with that? I mean, I liked it so much I sort of wanna go watch it again.

I think possibly it's just been so long since I'd watched it that I forgot exactly how hot and awesome Sawyer is. And Jack wasn't nearly as infuriating as usual. And it's possible I may be developing a little girl-crush on Juliet and I don't even know WHERE that came from.

Plus, and this, I think is key, when I haven't watched it in a long time, I forget exactly how well-scripted it is, and how beautifully shot, and how amazing the score is. I have to say that I continue to be enamored of the weekly character flashback school of storytelling, at least when the flashbacks are even mildly interesting. No matter its flaws (and they are GRAVE), compared to the clumsy, hackneyed writing on many of the shows I've been watching (Heroes, Bones, Studio 60, and even Veronica Mars nowadays), Lost still manages to be the cream of the crop.

If I'm not mistaken, however, I believe last night's episode went and made mpreg canon in the Lostverse. No, really. I shudder to think of the badfic that will ensue.

So, um, Veronica Mars last night... wow. ( Spoilers for last night ahoy )

As for Lost... didn't watch it, didn't TiVo it, didn't tape it. That's the first time that's happened since the pilot aired. And I find I don't miss it at all.

Instead, I taped Bones during VM. Dude. The Mayor was on! Angel and the Mayor, together again, just like old times. *happy sigh* It was a pretty awesome episode, too. Not good (because when is Bones actually "good"?), but fun in all the right ways.

Oh, and there's some West Wing spoilers for the rest of the season here. For those of you who don't care enough to read the whole article, here are the highlights:

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I'm so excited, ya'll! Finally, after almost two years of being at loose ends, I've gone and found myself a new fandom! Ever since the last LOTR movie came out I've been sort of between fandoms, wandering around, trying out different things, searching for something new to obsess about. I got into Buffy/Angel last year, but it's hard to really dive into a fandom that's essentially over before you even join. And while there are a lot of shows on right now that I really enjoy, none of them have ever quite flipped my crazy fangirl switch. Until now.

Yesterday I finished up the last of the Veronica Mars season one DVDs from Netflix and it's official: I'm in lurve. Really, really in lurve. I adore everything about this show unreservedly. And I've even got a ship! It's been years since there was a ship on TV that I really cared about. Yep, I'm a Logan/Veronica girl now.

I've been catching up on season two as fast as I can, and this morning I officially bumped my VM season pass to the top slot. So long, Lost! It's been nice knowing ya! Well, okay, I'll probably set the VCR to catch Lost for me, but it's definitely been downgraded to second string.

The munchkin's learning to play the recorder in music class and yesterday she brought hers home to practice. Lemme tell you, people, you haven't lived until you've heard a six-year-old play "Mary Had a Little Lamb" on the recorder... 1100 times.

Watched the "Lost" clip show last night, mostly just to see what clips they chose to show in what order and if it would offer any clues to what's coming up. Didn't really have any epiphanies, but it was nice to get a little recaplet, because I'd kind of forgotten some of the key plot reveals in older episodes. And was that Brian Cox narrating or what? Weight or no weight, I think he would have made a fine Aslan.

"Eyes" continues to rock. Tim Daly is teh hot and the writing is snappy and fun. I'm loving this show more and more every week.

The munchkin developed a bad sore throat in the night, so she's staying home from school today and going to the doctor. I have a bad feeling it's gonna turn out to be strep, although she has no fever so maybe not. She's better this morning, at least. Poor kid was miserable last night.

Oh, and apparently Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are dating now. It's a world gone mad, yo.

Oh, I remembered one other slightly cool thing from the Lost panel. Someone asked if they were ever going to do any episodes about what's going on back in the real world with the people the characters left behind. J.J. said they might, and actually they'd at one point tried to do this opening sequence that involved sad shots of overflowing mailboxes and abandoned cars in empty parking lots to suggest the people who'd never come home. It sounded really cool, but he said it was too esoteric and they were afraid people wouldn't get it.

( Pics of the Lost cast )

Ya'll, my dad called me no less than eleven times yesterday. No lie. All because he needs to get a new dishwasher and he's trying to kill himself (and me) with his obsessive need to over-complicate the whole process. Today, I am so totally going to Sears and buying a dishwasher and having it delivered to his damn house. Surprise, dad!

( Lost )

( West Wing )

P.S. I'm not really feeling crazy today, I just love that picture and wanted to use it.