still not dead.

I wish I had not performed so abysmally in my one and only programming class in college, because I could totally be making a living now as a third-rate website developer, if I'd bothered to learn.

I am amused by the import page at diigo which now says

"In case you are wondering why it is taking so long, basically, in the last day or so, tens of thousands of users have entrusted us with millions of precious bookmarks collected over the years, which means that we have to process 1000 times the amount of database write that we normally do! But rest assured it will be done.

We are re-writing codes and adding new servers to make sure it goes faster and smoother."

Robert Roldan was on DWTS tonight, with that chick from last season with the giant blond curly hair, some other woman I didn't recognize, and a guy whose face they never showed.

And a bunch of other people. I wish they'd credit the dancers.

Lil C just gave the best explanation ever of why the people who suck at hip hop do so. It almost makes up for having to listen to Mary say "in the pocket" yet again.

I feel like this might as well be my default icon now. I haven't used the Deadpool one on a while, because this keeps beating it out for mood-appropriateness.

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So I'm catching up on White Collar, and apparently TPTB decided to address that thing they did that pissed off most of fandom, and anyone else paying attention. With the worst ADR ever, seriously. Way to unintentionally hang a lamp on the exposition. It made me sad for Mozzie.

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I think I am slightly mad at the world today, to the extent that not even Jesse Tyler Ferguson on SYTYCD made up for it. I am not much of a critic of fanvids, mostly because people vid to songs that I am not cool enough to have known beforehand. It turns out that I have Feelings about how some songs should be vidded. Who knew?

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But oh, man, did Jesse Tyler Ferguson try to make the world a happier, better place today. He is a more-than-acceptable substitute for Shankman. Opinions? I do enjoy the performance critiques from fellow viewers than the useful-to-dancers technique critiques. I don't really have Things worth saying about SYTYCD. I have decided that rather than blaming the stage, I am going to blame the director for my lack of engagement with the performances, because I hate the camera work more than anything else. Dear people who understand television - am I correct in blaming the director for choosing which shots make it to the broadcast? Also: I spent a lot of time laughing in incredulity or embarrassment at the TV tonight. Also: I like Jess about a hundred times better when he's dancing than when he's talking.

I have had a very posting-in-communities evening. For me, at least.

a poll about Yuletide at yuletide and a post anticipating Live to Dance at dance_on_tv, which you should join, if you haven't yet.

I am really glad, though I feel guilty about this, that the wave of recs from yuletide are over with, because I could barely look at my LJ flist without my eyes glazing over, but didn't want to move yuletide off my default view in case something non-rec and interesting was posted. I feel like I missed some legit entries in there this week.

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In an occurrence that I doubt will ever happen again, Frank Iero's tweets summed up my New Years Eve...

#1: Whoa new kids on the block, the back street boys, kesha and ryan seacrest all on one stage!? What a fuckin loser convention. Happy new year!

#2: Jeez nivea is all over this holiday like stink on farts.

I was home with TV rather than in Times Square, but I could have been in Times Square if I'd really wanted to be.

Carson Daly, looking eerily like Dick Clarke, definitely won the evening in terms of quality of show on the broadcast networks, but I recorded Kathy Griffin and Anderson Cooper, and it was the funniest thing I've seen on TV in a looong time. It was a solid hour of Kathy being inappropriate and Anderson saying "no, no, that's not true," and chuckling nervously. So awesome.

I know I've been living under a rock re: MCR, but I was very surprised to see them show up on my network television, and really need to buy that album before a few years pass by, as is my habit.

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Also, as I don't think I've mentioned, I fixed my old computer like a total grownup and with significant input from google, and suddenly I have bookmarks and saved vids and whatnot from like three years ago. My love for Counting Crows pretty much knows no bounds, and there was a time when synecdochic's Recovering the Satellites Sam/Cam stories were my favorite thing in the world (they're still way up there, but my fannish world is so bewilderingly large now...) and anyway, I found her Satellites vid, and it made me happy to remember that she had created it.

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And now off to keep up with day two of New Year's resolutions, which were to do the push-ups and sit-ups which are well within my physical ability but not my will-power, and to Write Something OMG.

Travis Wall's choreography for DWTS was tonight. Nick Lazzarini was one of the dancers. Other than being pleased that people continue to pay them to work, nothing else noteworthy there.

Oh hooold on a second. Is that Mark dancing with Kylie Minogue? Haha, and breathing with, uh, intensity, in the space behind/between Tom Bergeron and Kylie in the closeup interview afterward.

I like Bristol Palin much more than I like Audrina Patridge, not that this should be surprising.

Commercials inform me that Skating with the Stars premieres in November. I can't remember what the British show was/is called, but I bet our version is worse.

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In light of all the hubbub this week about the GQ pictures of Lea Michele and the Glee cast, her Dove commercial duet with Julie Andrews' Sound of Music footage is sort of frightening. Might just be frightening on its own merit. At least it's not Barbra.

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I have a meeting in the morning which will be a new and exciting circumstance in which to disappoint my boss. I don't know if I'm somehow genetically predisposed to work better at night than during the day, but whatever tendencies I had were set in concrete by grad school. I look forward to the day that I will be able to write grant narrative or pitch documents in the office during the day, but that might have to wait for a day where my office isn't upstairs from a nursery school.

I finally finished watching the rest of season one of The LXD. (I don't know whether it's available anywhere outside the US, and Jon M. Chu seems to live on YouTube, so I'm sure he's been searching and swinging the ban-hammer at anyone who's been uploading episodes in an easily-findable way.

I think it's worth watching, if you're a fan of SYTYCD or Step Up or whatnot, but...

( The rest of my opinions, and my favorites: under the cut )

The agony that was beach volleyball is over for the year, thank goodness, and as parting gifts I have two new cuts that are going to take forever to heal. I hate that beach, so, so much. Also, sort of hate my teammates, considering that only two of them (of six we needed, of eight on the team) were there by 15 minutes after the game was to have started. We probably would have played better if the dude and I had just played two on six.

On the other hand, there was a random Captain America plastic figure hanging out on our court when we got there.

I am no longer quite so excited about this season on SYTYCD Canada. I can't say that I'm surprised that two of my favorite dancers from auditions and the awesome ballroom mom were in the bottom three couples, but I am nonetheless disappointed.

I must say, I do appreciate the rate at which they churned through the results.

Also, it is creepy how much that one guy looks like the main werewolf guy from Twilight (Taylor something? Jacob?)

Dear people who've watched Primeval: I got stuck (like a year ago) a couple episodes into series two, and stopped watching. I think I was mostly not excited about the last episode of series one and the first of series two. It is possible that I just don't like shows that are willing to make surprise! changes like that to characters I've gotten attached to (see also: Angel, which I gave up on halfway through season one, and probably Torchwood now). However, it is also possible that there were just a few dud episodes, and I'll be much happier if I keep going.

So, opinions? Should I pick it back up on the assumption that I might want to watch series four-and-maybe-five?

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Some guy from Fandango say 100 movies in 100 days, travelling around the country to different theaters, while working full-time, apparently. He's got a round-up at Day 100: The Expendables which includes the information that he gained 25 pounds. ( and that seems like a lot, but maybe that's just me )

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Still catching up on SYTYCD Canada, and I have reached audition fatigue amazingly early. By the time they got to Halifax, I was watching about ten seconds of most routines, skipping to the judging, and skipping ahead about ten seconds into that.

I have decided that my issues with the Canada auditions follow from my nature as a crass, capitalist citizen of the US, because I am evaluating every ticket to the finals as an investment, and it really bothers me that they're sending people through to what is going to be a very, very stressful week for everyone involved without any proof of a reasonable expectation that they're going to be able to pick up routines at a pace needed for the show.

In other words, I am not appreciating the dancers for the special flowers they are. Seriously, I think I would run auditions like The Gong Show. Is that what [Wherever]'s Got Talent does, with the Xs? I've never watched an audition that someone didn't make it through.

For instance: they sent the belly-dancing chick through to finals? see my earlier objections to b-boys not doing choreo. ( Read more... )

OH HAI, Neil Patrick Harris. Enjoying your break after that Rent at the Hollywood Bowl bizzareity? (shut up, that is totally a word.)

My thoughts on the SYTYCD finale can be summed up thusly:

( in no particular order, despite the fact that I have numbered them )

I am almost-perpetually in a state of having just forgotten something, at which point there is a very present feeling of having just forgotten something. This has been known to happen in the time between thinking "I should look that up," while in the middle of a paragraph, and opening a tab to google 30 seconds later. I eventually remember what it is above 90% of the time, though, so it's not as bad as it could be.

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Every time I go to sleep with wet hair, I feel stuffy and headache-y all the next morning. Every time! One would hope, as it takes about five minutes to dry my hair, that someday I will cease to go to bed with wet hair. Am about to go take a shower, so we'll see if I learn that lesson tonight.

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I'm going to go see the matinee of Lend Me a Tenor with my mother on Saturday, and while I really can't expect my mother to want to walk a mile in the city at noon if the weather's anywhere near as bad as it was today, I sort of feel like a failure for not advocating for taking the train in.

ETA: Why does it never occur to me that there are cabs in New York when I am thinking about transportation? I tend to ignore the subway, too, unless I'm going waaaay up- or downtown.

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SYTYCD tonight went as it should have, but I missed the opening routine because of technical difficulties. I really enjoyed both of the musical guests for pretty much the first time ever, but I had to fast-forward through Desmond Richardson's routine, and I feel a bit like a failure for being uninterested in his work. I didn't watch the classical ballet earlier this season either.

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Project Runway also went precisely as it should have. A.J. whatisname and Michael Costello are my favorites to watch so far, so I hope their designs hold up at least for a few weeks.