An Open Letter to Certain TV Show Producers

Dear Joss Whedon (all sorts), Russell T. Davies (Dr. Who) and Kathy Reichs (Bones),

Fuck you.

There, I said it. You people are so damned infuriating with your plot twists and your secret things and time compression. Oh yes, I know about that. Where you make it seem like just 5 minutes into the show, it’s finished on a cliffhanger, but it’s apparently been 45 minutes of “WTF!?!?”

Joss. Where do I start? You should be convicted for the murder of Hoban Washburn for a start, you big foreheaded prick. I… I just can’t even talk to you. Just go.

And you Russell T. Davies. What the hell is up with that penultimate cliffhanger shit you pulled this week? You better tie all that shit up by the end of next week you prick, because if you make me wait till 2010 I will fucking walk to Cardiff and snot you one.

Kathy. I know not many of my reader would watch “Bones”, so I’ll keep it vague. I understand there was a writer’s strike. I know that. But really. Why did you pick him? Oh, and as for the twist in the penultimate episode of season 3… You bitch.

In summary, I’d like to reiterate: Fuck You.

Sincerely,

Me.

As my master commands…

Dr Horrible’s Sing-A-Long Blog

Because Joss says so.

Truth In Advertising

While walking through a shopping centre I noticed this store, set up in a pretty much vacant space that other shops use for clearance centres.

Seems simple enough. But a close look at that sign reveals the truth…

(You may need to click to enlarge to read it.)

At least they’re honest.

The shop seems to full of stuff like Fukari rugs, large wooden Buddahs, assorted glass jewelery and the like.

It’s like the stuff Villa and Hut didn’t want. And iven the crap Villa And Hut sell, you can just tell that the crap in Funky Stuff and DVD’s (Sorry No DVD’s) is going to be crappier crap than that crap.

And yes, I know I used a “apostrophe of impending S” back there, I was replicating the name of shop accurately.

News

I haven’t posted for a little while, but I have a very good reason. My Father passed away on Sunday.
He had been ill for a while, but he was doing well and it was quite sudden. It feels like its been weeks since it happened, I’ve been fitting that much into each day, organising the funeral and stuff.
I haven’t really had time to grieve. I cried in the hospital, I cried a little on Monday, a little choked up here and there, but that’s all.
I just did an airport run to pick up a relative. It’s 3:20am and I’m going to work in the morning… well… later today, then there’s more organising to do this afternoon.

This week has really sucked.