Could you describe the ruckus, sir?

John Barrowman was on Desperate Housewives this season. Should I care?

Evan Lysacek's very existence tries to embarrassment squick me. Bless him, I can't decide if I want him to dance in the DWTS finale next week, or disappear for a bit.

I spent all weekend videotaping at a competition. My mother days that it's the best video she's ever seen from one of the competitions, but I'm assuming she hasn't watched the ones from the afternoon when I sometimes continued to zoom in or out long after it was warranted.

My dad and I played doubles tonight to warm up. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to walk tomorrow.

I have another one of those giant, and growing, draft entries about all the action movies I've watched in the past week weeks. The outside-the-cut text is, "In decreasing order of how much I wish the female lead would die tragically, and soon," and while this is not a standard I enjoy judging my movies by, there are so many cases where I just can't bring myself to frame the characters and/or performances in positive terms.

I am so, so, so tired. Good night!

Is it sad that now when I see something and want to find out whether I saw what I thought I saw, the first thing I do is search on twitter? It's like wikipedia-lite. Its the worst idea ever.

I had a whole entry of stupid rambling whatever about the AMAs which were sort of horrible, but I watched them anyway. That's all behind the cut, but let's talk about what everyone's going to be talking about tomorrow, first.

I am not a huge fan of Adam Lambert. I like my music a little less theatrical, but I am all for a good performance. I'm not sure his closing act at the AMAs was... good? But it was certainly theatrical. It was also a prelude to bondage porn. It wasn't any more risque than your average Madonna performance, and certainly wasn't any weirder than Lady Gaga, but it did feature him shoving one of the (male) dancer's faces into his crotch, which the directors had apparently not planned for, since they first cut out the sound, then cut to a random wide-angle audience shot before returning.

I try to remember the days when we didn't have DVRs and Tivo and rewindable TV. We've been conditioned to not pay attention to things, I swear, because you can always rewind and watch it again. Except I can't, because I just have the same tv in this room that I've had since 1999. There's a DVD player, but it isn't plugged in. Oh, and a satellite tuner with the worlds least-useful program guide.

This thought brought to you by the fact that I have no idea why Kristen Bell was the co-presenter of whatever award Rascal Flatts won, or whether she said anything.

( less noteworthy AMA WTFEry )

sort of cool Fall Out Boy thing I do not love "From Now on We Are Enemies", but I do sort of love "Alpha Dog" and it always makes me happy to see bands doing cool things for their fans.

In other Wentz-related news, Ashlee Simpson is on the cover of Women's Health this month. I am not in the habit of reading Women's Health, so I don't know how often they actually have, y'know, healthy people on the cover, but my first reaction looking at the cover was "no." Bless her, but the first thing I think when I look at her is not "healthy" - actually, I'm pretty sure it's not in the top 10.

Video for Owl City, "Fireflies" which they've been playing a lot on one of the local pop stations. I sort of want to hate it on principle, sort of how I want to hate The Secret Handshake on principle, but I just can't. The video reminds me very much of Bolt's (Dominic Monaghan) post-military life in Wolverine: Origins, which was sort of my favorite part of the movie, except for the obvious.

SYTYCD tonight! and DWTS finale! Go Kelly Osbourne! (who will not win) and... uh, someone on SYTYCD. What are their names again?

Also, what promises to be an excellent episode of Sons of Anarchy, and NCIS, and live John Mayer concert on Fuse at 9. I haven't bought the CD yet, but I'm enjoying the first single.

Busy Busy, except for the part where none of this is necessary or productive.

And the spam posting continues (sorry!) but I've cleared out all sorts of random notes today!

Sometimes I make notes in memos on my phone when I hear interesting things on NPR. Usually I forget about them completely until I sync my phone with my computer, 6 months later. Two of the three are quite recent, this time!

A "restored edition" of Hemingway's A Movable Feast was made by his grandson, Sean. The writer Henry Alford asked some fellow writers to share their own revisionist editing fantasies. (Studio360, NPR)

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Like fanfic, only not! One of the writers advocates changing the names in Anna Karenina so that they're less confusing to modern American readers. Or, as I thought at the time, "High School AU!"

Nick Hornby on the Leonard Lopate Show (WNYC) talking about his new novel, among other things.

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...which I mostly remember because he talks about sending lyrics to Ben Folds for him to make into songs for his next solo album. I am not enough of a fan of Nick Hornby to go OMGYES about this, but I am intensely curious to see what will become of it. Here's what Nick's said on his blog. Apparently Ben started recording this past June.

JoCo on The Sound of Young America... from June: "With being super comes terrible sadness."
I don't even know what he was talking about, now.

( and the last one )

I missed most of the interview, anyway. The podcast is free from iTunes, and presumably elsewhere. Am lazy, but after the quote I had http://www.maximumfun.org/ which is the website for this show and other podcasts.

Also, in my random notes from when I saw Transformers 2: "Railgun!"

And, in conclusion, a random quote from Russel Brand on some radio show on a pop station. In a discussion of his outfit:

DJ: what would you call those?
Russel: Testosterousers. I don't like to call them leggings because it's very effeminate.

Someday, I will learn to finish posts when I start them. I've been back in the land of stable internet connection and demanding pets for, uh, a week? And I totally had time to finish this when I started it, and I didn't.

It was a busy two weeks between getting rid of stuff in my apartment, and new puppy and visiting relatives at my parents' house. I have a couple of really quality bruises from running into things while not paying attention. The one on my shin (it's about 2 inches long) I remember, but I also have a giant bruise on my hip where I must've walked into either a countertop or a doorknob. This is actually the reason that I don't wear nice clothes. They clash with my propensity for running into things.

I'm giving up on my tl;dr Torchwood: Children of Earth post for now. I'm still conflicted.

I read way too much bandom fic on my phone while I was traveling or puppywatching because I could be sure that almost any tag I searched for on delicious would turn up a ton of stuff I haven't read. Torchwood fic would be a good antidote to my current fed-up-ness with bandom, rpf, and college/high school AUs in general, but I don't think I'm ready for fandom again yet.

So now I'm (re)watching due South for a completely different Frobisher.

There's a baby deer in the field across the street. Fawn, whatever, even though it's late in the year to be calling them fawns, yeah? But it's tiny and precious and its little tail and ears are swishing at flies or something. We also have a great blue heron in the pond down the hill. Which, for the record, is reminiscent of a very small bomber or a freaking huge bat when it swoops by the rafters of one's house when one is outside with one's dog. In case anyone's curious.

I'm watching the end of a Millionaire Matchmaker episode while I'm waiting for the Top Chef Masters I missed a couple weeks ago, and... wow. This makes me want to date never again. Or at least, never date in LA.

and finally, signups for the next round of ncis_lfws are open until Wednesday. In case anyone cares. Last round was sort of a train wreck, but I need something that forces me to write shorter fic, so I guess I'll sign up again.