Moving house

Dear, darling readers, the time has come for me to say adieu to Blogger. I'm moving over to the same name at Wordpress in an effort to consolidate all my efforts, to keep everything together and, most importantly, to share with you more often. Check me out at the new address:

Comics and Couture

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If you're here and reading this, it's probably because you either love my delightful way with words (who could blame you?) or you're interested in news and reviews on everything from Dark Reign: Avengers to True Blood to Rilo Kiley to Marc Jacobs' fall line. Either way, you're in for a treat.

I and a few talented, opinionated others have just formed the sure-to-be-brilliant blog team over at [Insert Pop Culture Reference], where we plan to cover all things pop culture, from the latest films to the latest gadgetry. You can find more of my insights there as well as reviews from people who know the comics world far better than I. There should be a great range of views and a lot of fun.

Liking what you see? Follow us on Twitter! As a group, we're popcultref. On my own, I'm shelightsupwell.

I know things have been pretty quiet here of late and I apologize for the massive amounts of fail I've racked up. Here's the true story as to why: I've been writing a script.

By initial inclination and college training, I lean toward writing novels, but I'm currently on a break from writing one of those, instead exploring the wide world of writing for television. It's far more complicated than most people realize. We all watch TV and think, Man, I could have done that better, don't we? So much goes into it, though, that we don't think about when we're lounging on the couch. Since this is only my second try - my first attempt got abandoned a third of the way in when I realized my plot was crap - I don't expect much will come of it.

Wish me luck, everyone, and when you're done doing that, remember to go check us out at [Insert Pop Culture Reference]! I promise you, it's gonna be a blast.

One week until San Diego Comic Con 2009! Unfortunate circumstances being what they are, I'll only be attending the con for one day, but I'm still jazzed. Luckily, I have a few friends who'll be going and taking notes for all of us on the days I'm missing, and you can expect I'll come back with a full report of all I see.

What happens in Vegas might stay in Vegas, but what happens in San Diego comes full throttle back to the internet.

My primary mission is to attend the morning's Chuck panel. After that, it's a matter of debate: do I give up True Blood in favor of Fables or vice versa? Only time will tell.

What are you going to see? What do you wish you could attend?

Hey there, readers. I've just been discovering the wonders of Tumblr. Yeah, I know I'm way behind, but where my friends point, I wander, and this actually looks pretty neat. Marvel fans, if you're out there on Tumblr, let me direct you to:

http://fuckyeahmarvel.tumblr.com/

It's brand-spanking-new and about to become a glorious repository for all things awesomely Marvel. My own name over there is shelightsupwell. Come follow me!

I just found this linked over at Complications Ensue:

The Tip of Your Tongue Tool.

Get your mind out of the gutter - it's a site to help you figure out that word you just can't quite remember and it's been bugging you all day, oh god, someone tell me what it is.

return of the clones

I've been radio silent a couple days, despite the intent to post a recap, like, yesterday. This is not a testament to my grand ability to fail for once (the recap is, in fact, mostly done), but to my hope to succeed. I've been away pushing toward a major deadline, so keep your fingers crossed, dear readers, that I win out this time. Details on that another day, once I's are dotted and T's crossed, etc.

In other news, a strange little Hollywood anecdote: I have to tell you this because I was told this before I went to sleep last night and it creeped me out, and now I have to creep you out! Eddie Murphy has a clone! Not a literal clone, of course, though that would also be creepy, but he has this stuntman/stand in/photo double, Virgil, right? And Virgil allegedly got plastic surgery to look just like him and works on all his movies and everything.

A reputable source whose name I cannot share at this point said it was really creepy because he did this film Eddie Murphy was in once and sometimes he'd be talking to an Eddie Murphy guy and not know if it was Eddie Murphy or Virgil. If I were Eddie Murphy, I would be afraid that this was the beginning of some cracked suspense story that ends with him dead and his identity stolen. I mean, not really, but creepy all the same, right?

The More You Know: True Blood

Because I have nothing much better to do than share with you my newfound love of vampire TV and because I want to take a crack at this whole recap-writing business, let me get you up-to-date on what's happened on True Blood up until this last week.

Previously on True Blood: An entire season of Sookie and Bill hooking up for a little bloodplay and the occasional candlelit bath, while brother Jason wrestles with that age-old question, how do you know if you're a murderer?

As the women of Bon Temps drop dead at a rate that suggests that, pretty soon, there won't actually be any women left in Bon Temps, fumbling detective Andy Bellefleur tries to pin the crime on Jason only to wind up being - shockingly - wrong in the end. Sookie gets drawn into vampire nightlife and introduced to Eric, former VIKING and the "sheriff" of Area 5, their part of Louisiana, who runs a vampire bar called Fangtasia (yeah, even Sookie thinks that's a lame name) and thinks Sookie's abilities could be useful, and while he proves to be right, he does so in a way that ends with Bill killing another vampire to protect her. His punishment is to turn a kidnapped teenage girl into a vampire: Jessica Hamby, who apparently equates vampire with naughty schoolgirl.

Meanwhile, Sookie's best friend Tara has an ill-advised but steamy affair with her boss Sam, who is, though no one but Sookie knows, a shapeshifter. Form of a cute, cute dog!

Jason falls in love with Amy who gets him hooked on V, because vampire blood apparently is life force in its purest form and therefore a drug. That's right, kids, you can finally get high on life. But then, of course, Amy is murdered, much like every other woman Jason's slept with since the season began. So Jason finds Jesus.

And Sookie finds out that her friend's fiance Rene Lenier is the killer and his real name is Drew Marshall. You know he's evil because he was faking that adorable Cajun accent the whole time. Epic Battle Ensues, Bill nearly gets himself killed stumbling out in the sunlight to save her, Sam swoops in at the last minute (Wonder Collie Powers Activate!) and Sookie winds up saving herself by pretty much taking the killer's head off with a shovel. Okay, so she's a hundred times more badass than Bella Swan (what, like that's hard?).

This season: Sookie finds out about Jessica and gets fucking PISSED; Lafayette, Bon Temps' resident chef-gay dude-drug dealer-pornographer, turns out to have been kidnapped by vampires and locked up in a dungeron; Tara's taken up residence with a totally sketch older woman named Maryanne who ~just wants to help~ but totally raises Sam's hackles (I mean this literally); someone tore out the heart of a local con woman and left her in Andy's car; Jason goes to Bible Camp; Bill teaches Jessica about recycling; Eric gets pissed off when his prisoners interrupt when he's getting his hair did and takes a massive bite out of some dude's side.

Next up, True Blood 2x02: Jesus Asked Me Out Today.