Monday, June 28, 2010

My Postmortem: TB Ep. 3 Season 3

I love it when I'm right.
About a week ago, I said there would be a lot to talk about true blood, and guess what?

There definitely is.

As always, this post will contain spoilers that you will definitely want to see for yourself if you haven't seen them already. If these is you, tune to my Michael Jackson post and lay back and enjoy the nostalgia. All of you others, come with me.

True Blood Season 3, Episode 3

First off: Aldice - NICE. True Blood never fails with their sexy male casting. If nothing else you can count on, it's that.

Secondly, since True Blood loosely follows the plots of the Sookie Stackhouse novels, I'm truly hoping that Bill and Sookie's future isn't the same. I'm feeling that it won't be. True Blood wouldn't be the same if she ended up with Eric after everything. Maybe I just love the chemistry that Anna Paquin and Stephen Moyer have. But I don't think True Blood would have the same flavour if Bill was going Gaga over her the way Eric does and Eric was with her. I don't know. Let's hope that isn't the case.

Did anyone notice Sam's dad in his soiled undies? Ewwwww.

The brother bothers me too. I guess he's supposed to, but every time I see him I wanna punch him in the face.

The whole Sam's family angle adds a new dynamic to Sam. He may be one of the least developed of the characters and it's nice to see him have more emotions and in turn question his identity even more in learning who his biological parents are.

Eric bribing Lafayette? Mmmm. I feel like there's something up as far as all of that goes. Maybe he has an ulterior motive in getting closer to Sookie. Maybe it's to make sure that all of the blood gets moved. It's probably both. Eric isn't the charitable type.

The funeral was beautiful. It not only showed how alone Tara was in her feelings about Eggs, but how alone Eggs was. They truly belonged together. They had nobody but each other. I'm wondering if she'll ever let herself be happy again.

Last but not least...


If there is ONE thing I was hoping they wouldn't include from the novels, it was the ending. WHAT?! However, Bill does seem like he genuinely feels bad. Why he snapped? Partially out of anger, partially out of loneliness I'm sure. All Lorena wants is to trap him into believing that he is hers. But showing the previews from next week, I don't know... Like I said, I really, really don't want them to break up. But these new vampires seem strange. Bewitching almost. Franklin and Tara, now the King of Mississippi and Lorena. Hmmm. I don't quite know how I feel about it yet.

The worst part is, is that True Blood doesn't come back for another two weeks. Sad, sad, sad.

This season has been phenomenal so far, and I just hope, for my own selfish reasons, that it doesn't shift and be everything I do not want it to be. But even if it is, I'm sure it will be amazing and all justify by the end of the season.

Post a comment with your favorite True Blood episode of the season. What you think. Or your favorite episode of the series.

Shake Your Body Down To The Ground, Billie Jean. The Way You Make Me Feel, I Wanna Be Starting Something. It's Human Nature.

I'm a little late in posting this, but I did write it on the 25th. Better late than never, right?

"We have lost a cultural strand of our DNA" - John C. Mayer

When it comes to losing one of the only legends that people from my generation will ever alive to see, nobody said what losing Michael Jackson really meant than the quote above.

A year ago, I had just enrolled in college and was driving home with Angel when I receive a barrage of texts from Ari telling of the conditions that Michael Jackson was in. When she told me he was dead, I swear the freeway stopped and the sky burst open with a powerful sound. Half of it was a, what the f*ck?! Kind of noise. And the other half was a noise of true sorrow and pain. Angel and I looked at each other, not sure of what to do. If this was even real.

I will never forget that day as long as I live.

That night concluded with Ari, Shane, Angel, and I parading around Burbank blaring every Michael Jackson song at the top of Rogey's speakers. All of us talking about our memories listening to Michael Jackson as children with our parents. Me creating "The Moonwalk Mobile" in the sixth grade for Mrs. Collins' car project. Dancing to any and every Michael Jackson song with Brandon all throughout middle school and high school. Ari and Angel left the car, but Shane and I were still reminising our Michael days. We flipped on the radio and heard what John Mayer had to say about Michael Jackson's death, and almost simultaneously had a breakdown.

In remembering all of our memories of Michael, it occurred to us that our children would never know Michael the way that we did. That was the biggest trip of all. How so much of music's culture today, if you can even call it music would be nothing without Michael. Chris Brown, Ne-Yo, Justin Bieber, even the Jonas Brothers to an extent would be SHIT if it weren't for Michael Jackson.

Imagine music today without any of those artists. Now imagine music if Michael Jackson had never existed.

Can't do it, can you?

My kids. Your kids. Our grandkids will never know how music was morphed within the white sequined glove of one man the way we did. And for that I, you, and we are blessed to have been able to see this gift, even if it was only for a while.

And now a year later, still an avid listener of the King Of Pop, as I'm sure most of you are, Michael Jackson's message still lives on.

Stand up and live yourself.

Forget about your bullshit for a while. Forget about the bullshit that people impose on you. Even things in your life that are serious; just breathe through it. Live for you, and if you do, you'll find others living for you. Living with you. Living by you. We're all here for a purpose, and your purpose is just as important as anybody else's regardless of what you think.

I love you, Michael Joseph Jackson. Thank you for all you've given me and all you will continue to give as long as I have anything to say about it.

August 29, 1958 - June 25, 2009

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

My Postmortem (True Blood Season 3)

Do Bad Things.

For those of you vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, and "simple" folk that watch True Blood, I can do nothing but assume that you've seen the first two episodes of the third season of True Blood. And if you're as hooked on the show as me (day one, season one) I'm sure you want to talk about it.

So let's talk about it.

WARNING: For those of you who don't watch True Blood and have been meaning to, or haven't caught up with the show thus far, you may want to stop reading. For this will get juicy and contain some spoilers that you will personally want to see for yourself.

First off:

Team Bill or Team Eric?

At heart, I know that I'm a Team Bill girl. He's everything that a woman could ever want. Sensitive, kind, sweet, thoughtful, and oh so tasty. However, part of me is quite Team Eric lusty. Especially when you see his six hour sex session with his dancer and swag filled sentence to Sookie on the porch in last week's episode where he tells her he will protect her and have primal sex with her. Alexander Skarsgard = heaven.

I'm starting to feel that at the end of this season, or maybe even throughout, there's going to be an epic war amongst Louisiana and Mississippi. Considering what's at stake, (no pun intended) things are definitely going to get bloody. It's True Blood.

As far as Jason goes, Jason's going to crack. Sookie can read minds, and even if he doesn't straight up say it, he's going to use that to his advantage to get some weight off of his conscience. What's going to happen to Jason or Andy? Well, Sookie will be first to find out. And you know she'll protect Jason at all costs. It's probably a bit too early in the season to quite see where all of that is going.

This coinciding of storylines is awesome, no doubt. I really appreciate getting to intimately know these characters outside of their interactions at Merlottes or with Sookie and Bill. However, with something pretty serious going on at the core, it seems like it's a little distracting from what's really going on. But again, maybe it's too early in the season, and as it all unfolds it will make sense.

I love the lust that has been building up in True Blood lately. The passion and the seat gripping ends that make you thirsty for Sundays. A show hasn't had me this on edge and excited to watch since Grey's Anatomy. (Yeah, yeah. Say I'm a sap or whatever. That show is visual crack.)

And now we're left with Sookie still searching for Bill, the corpse gone from Jessica and Bill's, and being on the verge of a Eric/werewolf showdown.

Dammit, it's only Wednesday.

So, the point is do bad things. Watch True Blood Sunday. I'm sure there will be a lot to talk about.

It Goes On

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It. Goes. On. - Robert Frost

I love you. But maybe it's time to let you go.


People change, nothing new here.
People, being the viruses they are, always mutate into something new. Immune to one thing and easily infected by something else.

I feel in the upcoming months I may lose you. For you will be immune to me and immersed in your new life.
Embarking on a new journey.
The two of you together.
With stories even Stephen King couldn't write.
Everyday a new story.

And I couldn't be happier.

But me...

I'm still here.

It's hard for me to imagine life without you.
Impossible, actually.

But maybe you'll come back someday.

I'll be here when you do.

Other parts of my life will thrive.
And flourish.
I will go on.

But me.
The true me.
Remains stationary.
Until, if ever, you decide to return.

I love you.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Lucky 13

Procrastination at it's finest...

Hello bloggers!
What to say... what to say... what to say...

Somehow, I have to pump out five essays within the next 48 hours.

Take your bets right now on if I can do it or not.