In Which I’m a Little Late Liveblogging True Blood

But in my defense, I was introducing Supermousey to “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge.”  Let’s hope the DVR is working.

Shall we get started?

How many awesome tubs does Bill have?!

Demons travel through technology?  Into your eyes?  That’s strangely unsatisfying.

I don’t believe that Sam can’t shift into other people, I have to say.

And is Sam wearing Bill’s clothes?  That would suck for Sam.

Holy shit!  The child is giving me the heebee jeebies!  Holy shit.  That was an amazing moment.

I think Eddie is dead.  I could be wrong, but I think she’s already killed him.

I love Terry.

Oh my god!  I kind of thought Jennette was sketchy, but I had no idea she was a complete fake!  I apologize, Alan Ball, for thinking that you thought that Africa stone shit was plausible.

Okay, I was wrong about Eddie.  But I still don’t trust Amy.

I do like to see Sookie getting it dished out to her a little, even if it’s by Sam.

“Would have killed her” Bill, not “would of.”

When Andy says he doesn’t drink, isn’t he holding a beer?  Ha, ha, ha.

Where did Sam’s parents find movers who could get them packed completely up and moved out of the house in the span of a school day?

Argh!  Sookie!  Run, run, run.

Oh hide.  Hiding’s good.

Oh, Tara.  No, not no.

Wait.  What?  Who was that?

Oh, poor Eddie.  Well, we all knew that was coming.

Wait.  Let Jessica dye her hair all one color first!

Bill’s “Ugh, Blehs!” are completely unsexy, I must say.  He sounds like he’s taking a painful shit.

Okay, the Tara stuff was amazing.  I’m glad to see Sam a little more well-rounded, but damn, I wish he had a consistant character from week to week.  Damn you, True Blood, you’ve totally sucked me in.

Don’t Miss the Funny

Poor Newscoma has accidentally embroiled herself in a mess by pointing out that any meeting of folks dedicated to the preservation of the white race with David Duke as a speaker is probably racist (see here and here).

I don’t want to get too far into it, because it’s so stupid that somehow she tells the truth and she’s the racist.  Blah blah blah.  The post basically writes itself.

But what I’d hope you’d be sure to not miss is the little part of John Farmer’s report where he takes a picture of a couple of white girls with a guitar (I think Prussian Blue, but I’m not that up-to-date on the White Pride Female Duo category) and heads out to see what black people think.

I’ll let that sink in for a second.  White guy John Farmer takes a picture of some obviously racist girls into a Walgreens and asks the black patrons what they think.

He reports:

Amazingly, I found not one person who was offended by the photo or who suggested that the EURO group should not take pride in who they are. One young man working behind the counter spent most of the time just admiring the girls in the photograph without comment, but when pressed for his reaction he said, “…we all have to be proud of who we are!”

Ha, ha, ha!

<sarcasm>Oh, yes, it’s truly amazing, absolutely amazing, that not one person was offended.</sarcasm>

I like to imagine what happened right after Farmer walked out of the Walgreens.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

A Thing that Made Me Smile on the Plane

Some folks behind me were talking about what kind of dog Obama should get and how to balance allergies with cute puppiness and whether a goldendoodle is the answer and the guy behind me goes “When I first met my husband, he had the most neurotic poodle…”

And I realized, living where I do, I have never heard a guy say that.

And it made me happy to hear him say it so matter of fact.

Charleston, Oh Charleston

So, when last we spoke, I was reading about and looking at antique Spanish pornography and lamenting that no matter how cool it might seem, work is work.

Luckily, Heather from Home Ec 101 and Low Country Bloggers swooped into town and drove me around, ate with me, and let me talk her ear off.  She and I have met each other once or twice before, and interestingly enough, we share a discomfort with the same small Illinois town and I told her about my friend’s mom’s theory that the area is cursed because of the coal mines and the unfortunate things that happen to towns when you send your men under them all day long.

And then, when I got home, they were talking on HGTV about some guys who were trying to flip a house under the Black Hope Curse.  So, apparently cursed towns are on everyone’s minds these days.

I was still laughing this morning because her sister has what must be one of the most depressing jobs in that town.  I felt like I should send her a bottle of vodka as a consolation gift.

Anyway, that’s neither here nor there.  It’s just funny to find out how small the world can be.

I really love Charleston and I’m sad and frustrated that I didn’t get to explore more of it.  I think the whole conference model of travel is not something I do well.  I enjoy traveling and I love going new places, but I want to explore things and mull places over and come to some understanding of them and I haven’t figured out how to do that and how to be in meetings all day.

Anyway, I hope to get back.

Thanks, Heather!