This little guy has found a home and it’s in the tree right by our house. I figure it must be a good spot for him because he can watch what is going on and know just when he can come ravage through our garbage cans. These guys are so sneaky and kind of badass. I’ve seen them come out in the daylight and they don’t give a shit if we’re around. Manly Man once put the trash bag on the roof of the shed and we could hear out our bedroom window the little fella scurrying up the side of the shed. These guys are frustrating but they impress me also. Maybe they should work for the Feds or something.
He/she needs a name. Any suggestions?
Dear British television (or telli),
Now you know I love you, I really do. I mean, despite my relationship with American tv you know I’ve chosen you time again. I know we have to kind of sneak around sometimes but I know it’s worth it for me. We’ve had long nights together where I’ve gotten very little sleep but I’ve never regretted one moment with you. Not one.
My only problem is, the games you like to play. When it comes to my television I don’t want to play games, I want to know where I stand. It hurts my feelings when I think I know what’s going on and then you just disappear without even a word. I thought I meant more to you than that.
With skins you not only took away all the characters I loved at the end of season 2 but you left me with so little to hold onto. Ok, so you brought me Cook in return but then you took him away too. I realize that you have an issue with commitment but doesn’t my loyalty mean anything?
Then there was Being Human. I never intended to like this show, you know I don’t like sci-fi, but I fell in love anyway. How was I to resist George’s adorableness and Mitchell’s sexiness? Huh? What did you then go and do? Yeah you took one of my favorite characters away, like you didn’t even care! I know you think I was warned ahead of time with The Hobbit but there was no way to prepare for that.
Oh and Misfits, yeah, you heard me! You bring a bloke like him into my life and make him completely irresistible. What were you thinking when you took him away? I can only imagine you were just trying to hurt me with that one, there is no other explanation.
Then you bring me Sugar Rush and I think, what a great story and such great characters. I think, wow, British television brought me a little gift to help with everything I had been put through so far. Of course you go and cancel this show after 2 seasons even though it was a really popular show. Was that really necessary?
All I know is that you better make things right or I may have to walk away forever. I may have to give up on my lovely Brit tv forever and go back to my American tv that is so much more dependable but much less alluring. How would you like that?
Sigh. You know I could never leave you. Bollocks.
Yours forever,
Wankah Robin
I’ve decided to do more Anglophile reviews as that is what is mostly happening in my life right now. I have a lot of good stuff to share and I think I’m sort of an expert now.
The Basics: Sugar Rush is about a 15 year-old girl, Kim(played by Olivia Hallinan), who has an intense crush on her best friend Sugar (real name is Maria Sweet, played by Lenora Crichlow who is also in Being Human). They live in Brighton England (where I desperately want to visit now because of the pier), which has a lot of character to say the least. Kim’s family are a bunch of characters as well with the mother sleeping around, the father being clueless and the son who is “confused” to say the least.
The Good: There is no show that is so honest and funny as well. You really grow to love the characters, even Sugar who is a bit of a chav grows on you. Kim is by far the best thing about the show. I love how she starts off a bit plain and grows up right before your eyes. I don’t know if it was intentional or if the actor herself was coming into her own. Also the show is blessed with a young Andrew Garfield, who my husband refuses to believe is going to be the next Spiderman.
The Bad: It can be a bit over-the-top with the sexual situations such as swinging and sex shops but that is also part of it’s charm. Also, the show was also cancelled after the 2nd season. The season 2 finale left the viewers on a bit of a cliff hanger.
I definitely recommend, if not just for her:
Here is a list of the little things that bring me bliss, in case you were ever wondering.
1. Cuddling with one of my furkids, 99.9% of the time it’s Pilot.
2. The perfectly made iced latte.
3. A quote that says exactly what you are feeling at that very moment.
4. Finding a pair of jeans that seem to have been made just for you (this hasn’t happened in years).
5. Rollercoasters (I haven’t been on one in years since Manly Man hates them).
6. Watching the sun rise (I’ve done this a few times but not yet with Manly Man, I plan to).
7. Just sitting by the lake and watching the water sway.
8. A shot that in that moment you swear nobody else has ever been able to capture.
9. The whole house being clean, even if just for a day.
10. Someone noticing you changed your hair or lost some weight.
11. Listening to a cd of my favorite songs.
12. A picnic.
13. A really good hug.
14. Finding a new hobby that really wakes you up and makes you smile, like Postcrossing.
15. Recommending a band, show, book or movie to a friend and finding out they loved it.
16. An outdoor shower (I desperately want one in the worst way).
17. A ferry ride.
18. Fried dough.
19. Lotion with the perfect scent.
20. Jeans fitting a little looser.
21. A good cry and feeling better afterward.
22. A friend knowing when you need some attention and being there without being asked.
23. A new Kevin Spacey movie.
24. Hearing the theme song for Skins or Misfits.
25. Suddenly hearing your “favorite song!”
On my way into the house yesterday after seeing my husband’s band perform live at a nearby bar Pilot showed up ready to go in for the day. As Pilot came trotting up to me I saw he was really dirty, as he often is when he plays outside. As we were walking in I pulled my phone out of my bag and had it in my hand.
I was talking to Pilot, as I normally do, but this time it was mostly:
“You’re such a good boy, yes you are.”
“You’re a dirty boy aren’t you?”
“Who’s my baby boy?”
Then I heard something from my phone, it was voices of some kind. I realized my phone had accidentally dialed my mother at her work phone. I don’t think it left a message though, I think I caught it when the voicemail was playing. Can you imagine how awkward that would be to explain to my mom that I was talking to Pilot and not my husband?
I got this as a forward but I don’t forward emails to the majority of my friends, I tweet them or put it on Facebook so the easiest way to share this was to do a blog post. I don’t understand iPhones and I really don’t understand autocorrect. Can’t people just turn autocorrect off?
It’s funny how as we get older (particularly in your thirties) you start to realize what you have in common and what you don’t with your parents. Some of the obvious things I have in common with both of them is my love of movies, my mostly liberal stance and my complete lack of patience. Thanks, pretty much all of these qualities make me a less than stellar dinner guest.
From my mom I definitely got her neurosis, that is a fact. As I get older I get more neurotic and there is nothing fun about that. I get anxious a lot and have to remind myself all the time to CHILL THE FUCK OUT. Side Note: do not ever tell me to chill the fuck out, that doesn’t go over well. I can take things personally, which is why it’s good to be straightforward with me.
From my dad I got my stubbornness and my belief that I’m always right. To give myself a break I am at least aware of these things, unlike my father, and try to keep them in check. On the rare occasion I’m wrong I will admit it.
Luckily there are a lot of ways I am not like my parents. I am such a romantic, neither of my parents are or at least have ever shown to me. Hell, we don’t say “I love you” in our family but I shower Manly Man with adoration constantly. I am an open book, I share just about everything (sometimes too much) while I’ve only found out most of the things about my parents through other people or by accident. I have no idea of the story of how they met or if my dad proposed. I’ve asked for some details over time but they really don’t give me much in reply.
I used to be worried about getting married because I didn’t want to end up like them. I wanted to be romantic and cuddly. I wanted daily affection and romantic moments. Luckily, I married the right guy, he’s even more of a sap that me. I can appreciate my parents for what they are now and there are qualities I am grateful that I got from them.
Now if I could just stop saying stuff like “home again home again jiggidy jig” like my mom always says I’ll be great.
I’ve decided officially (as officially as anything can be online) that Max Blum (from Happy Endings) is my spirit animal. Why? Well, I’ll tell you.
He’s distracted.
He’s inappropriate.
He’s got water weight.
He’s messy.
He’s offensive.
And there you have it.
It’s so easy to react, it’s hard to just walk away.
It’s easy to get angry, it’s hard to let it go.
It’s easy to gossip, it’s hard to be honest with people.
It’s easy to hate, it’s hard to love.
It’s easy to blame, it’s hard to understand.
It’s easy to give up, it’s hard to keep trying.
I don’t want to take the easy way out.
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