Don't talk to me. Don't even look at me. I'm onto my second cup of tea already. It's going to be one of those days. Of course, it's all Sam Neill's fault.
How, you may ask? Well, for starters, Alan is proving to be a pushy and emanding diva of a muse, keeping me up all night writing when I should have rightly been sleeping (alas nothing to post yet as I'm just writing a jumble of scenes and I've yet to see how they're all going to fall in place but they will, they always do, once I write the missing piece). Well, I hope at least Alan enjoyed himself.
It's not all Alan/Sam's fault, as I was up late anyway. well, not late, late but if you have to get up at 4am every morning you end up keeping Nana hours, which is why I get cranky when I don't get home until 8 or 9 pm because by the time I finish all those nightly rituals like dinner and ablutions it can be teetering close to the witching hour, which leaves me with four hours of snoozing time. Ouch. As I was saying to a friend, I'm not a bitch, I'm just overtired, cold and hungry (diet). I'm sure if I was well slept and well fed I'd be fabulous company.
As it happened, I didn't get home late last night. I did my eight hours and as I was crabby and cranky and flu ridden I went home, not feeling terribly noble or sacrificy for once. Thus I watched Roswell three times (the 1947 one twice, cute boys in uniform, heh, and the one where Max streaks through Roswell, well, okay, this being American telly he's wearing pants, but you get the idea) and Buffy twice (the evil African mask one, worth it just to hear Giles snort "Americans!" and Dead Things).It was also the last episode of 24 which ended on a cliffhanger. Alas I was completely spoiled by Triplej earlier that morning - they're still ragging on Dennis because he's such a snob about his roles in all the old classics like the A-Team. They ask that if you see Dennis you ask him only about his cult tv performances from the 70s and 80s and get him to sign A-Team memorabilia. Heh.
It was double your Dennis though because after 24 there was, at bloody last, Now and Again on Fox8. Finally, my chance to get decent off air and uncut copies. Yippee. Okay, insert buckets and buckets of drool over Eric Close here. You know I think he's a honey and we had shower scene. Hubba hubba, howl, woof woof! I must say, I've never had any feedback over my sick and perverted Pygmalion inspired N&A fic, but watching this again, I stand by the basic themes. Dr Theo is watching Michael through a mirror and singing Close to You, the Carpenters song. It is such a twisted scene, it almost makes one squirm at the thought of what they're trying to say here. So yeah, my N&A fic is sick, but look at what I have to work with here. The whole Dr Theo's fantasy made flesh and the constant voyeurism - it's sick and twisted to start with. No way you could ever write anything healthy there. It's all about power, and control and repression and that's just for starters.
Of course you know I love it, and not just for the Eric Close skin fest. It's very much a $6mill. man for the 90s, and I love the way it deals with Michael's issues with his handler, his old life etc and the missions are secondary. It's sort of like $6mill. fic (ewwww), which I find fascinating (hey, I watched it when I was a kid, okay? I probably even wrote some, cringe). It's a very interesting take on the super hero genre. Very kitchen sinky. You know, it'd make a bloody good comic book. Somebody should really pick up the rights.
Column 8 (Sydney Morning Herald)
July 7 2003
- What happened to John Citizen?" asks Maree Smith, of Neutral Bay. Flicking through her 2003 Tax Pack she found a sample letter for taxpayers seeking amendments to their return, signed by Mr Riley Finn. "Buffy's ex-boyfriend?" asks Maree.
Riley Finn is Buffy the Vampire Slayer's ex-boyfriend (Column 8, Saturday), but sadly not the inspiration for the signature in the tax pack. A tax office investigation has revealed that Riley and Finn are the nephews of the pack's co-ordinator.