Monday, February 13, 2006

Another teevee recommendation

Frankly, the best show on television right now is "Battlestar Galactica" on the SciFi Channel. I know, I know. You think I'm geeking out on you, but you must trust me. This is the new face of Galactica:

Battlestar Galactica: Last Supper

Gone is the 70s camp. In its place, we are given a true drama detailing the struggle of human beings struggling to survive in the face of their enemies who also happen to be their own creations--robots or Cylons. Some cylons look like people now. They're evolving, and they have a plan. And here's the fun part. The battle is spiritual as well as physical. These human beings are polytheistic, but the cylons are monotheistic. The cylons are basically on a religious jihad to eradicate human beings.

The relationships are realistic. The characters are flawed. Morality is one big grey area. The main cylon woman is seriously creepy and hot as hell. While watching, you will feel your sympathies switching from human to cylon as you get to see both points of view. Oh, and the ships in space don't shoot lasers or deathbeams. They shoot bullets and missles. It's a war story in space, not Star Trek.

And, there's one more thing that I can't quite put my finger on that keeps dragging me back to the television set on Friday nights:

jamie bamber

Oh, yeah. That's it. ;)

Wednesday, February 8, 2006

Television: My Drug of Choice

Should I care about the characters on the shows I watch? I feel sad for House on his eponymous show. I cringe at the singers on American Idol--and even sing along some times (maybe making it a little better). But, I also cheer a little inside when Simon is mean. He is a buddha.

I even get a little choked up watching the president on Battlestar Galactica when they dedicate a new ship in her honor.

But, for the characters of Will and Grace, I feel nothing. Except hatred. For Will. Two dimensional caricatures do not deserve my pity. Unlike Joan, formerly of Arcadia, whom I miss.

Monday, February 6, 2006

Every day

Why is it that every day I wake up and fall asleep with thoughts of Joey? Hasn't enough time passed? Haven't I suffered enough? The other day, my mom sensed I was a little depressed while we were talking. It was the day after I watched "Brokeback Mountain" and I had spent much of the night with images from the movie scurrying around my brain, kicking up the dust, waking up drowsing demons. I mentioned that I hadn't gotten much sleep, and she asked if it was because of Joey. I said that I really didn't want to talk about it (because, as far as I can tell, talking about it only makes me miss him more and feel worse). Then, she said, "Oh, it will get better. It just has to."

The thing is, I don't believe that. I don't believe it will get better. It may fade and dim over time, but there is no way it can get better. And I'm afraid that this gaping sucking hole in my so-called soul either has or will devour any hope, any joy, any faith I might have had.

Or, maybe I'm just a pissy pessimist wallowing in the shit of a bad year. Yeah, that's probably it. Enough bitching. Someday I'll die and the sun will burn out. Now that's something to worry about!

Be nice to each other.

Monday, January 30, 2006

Brokeback Mountain

Well, I went to see this film tonight. And, I cried a little. And wanted to kill the LARGE woman sitting in my row who kept making comments in her pidgin English. Honey, you're in a THEATER, with other people, who can hear you and don't want to. Please to shut da fuck up, eh? Mahalo.

As for the movie, I was very happy that it even came to Kona. I guess I have Oscar to thank for that. It's a quiet film with beautiful cinematography. Being a 2 hour film, it was more than the original short story, more fleshed out. Mostly, it worked. But, I loved the sparse power of Annie Proulx's story. Still, the film was touching and sad and beautiful. I wish I could say these unrequited, closeted relationships were a thing of the past, but we all know that's not true.

So, be nice to a homo/bi gal or guy today. Buy 'em a Coke or give 'em a smoke. Spread the love, my friends.

Aloha nui loa.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Pu'uhonua o Honaunau

It's a Place of Refuge and it has palm trees. Basically, if you break the law and can escape your enemies and make it to a pu'uhonua without being killed, drowning, getting eaten by a shark, etc., you can take part in a ceremony and be completely forgiven of your crime.

Thus, I am now cleansed. You may call me the Spotless One.

Monday, January 2, 2006

January: The Glorious Month of My Birth

In less than two weeks' time, I'll be "officially" one year older. Although, Buddha knows that this past year has put more than one year on the odometer of my life. On a lighter note, I've decided that this is the year to start turning the clock backward. I mean, why not? If the 90210 "kids" could pull off highschool, then I can surely pass for my early 30s a little while longer.

January in Hawaii is turning out to be pretty nice. We've had some overcast weather recently and really high surf, but today was sunny and the sunset was beyootiful.

My sister will be here in eleven days, so I need to start preparing for that. Cleaning, figuring out where she'll sleep, what she'll eat, and, more importantly, what we'll do on my birthday.

Personally, my only goal for the day is to wear shorts all day. Hey, I'm in Hawaii and I want to say I wore shorts on my birthday. For someone who spent 20 years with snowy, icy birthdays, it's a worthy, perhaps religious, goal.