BOTH CHUCK AND DOLLHOUSE HAVE BEEN RENEWED!

both on limited 13 episode seasons, but WHATEVS WHATEVS i am so happy. i was trying to be optimistic about chuck, but it got hard there at the end. anyway, i ate subway on the monday of the season finale (in berlin, but still) and i did the whole "have a heart" donation to the heart association under chuck's name, so yeah: YOU ARE ALL WELCOME FOR PRSONALLY SAVING CHUCK.

speaking of: OMG dollhouse finale. parts i did not like, parts i lurrrrrrrrrrrrved, and parts?
( jesus christ, joss. )

anyway. i gotta go do some stuff. currently packing up my room and cleaning it from stem to stern; headed to paris tomorrow for one last hurrah and a barbeque at the maison argentine; and then i've got a few loose-ends to tie up before i leave early early early on thursday.

for now i've got wine to buy.

hurray, chuck!

i have loads to update about -- recent awesome fuckin' trips to germany and scot-land, imminent return to the states thank you fucking god, et cetera -- but instead i am going to post this. it is definitely tl;dr, and there's no way any of you would bother ANYWAY, because you are all such stupid WHORES, and do not watch this great fuckin' show. BUT I DIGRESS.

OMG OMG OMG SUPERNATURAL FINALE
seeing as i have been reduced to (i am being totally honest here) squealing and shoving my tightly-clenched little fists against my mouth in spasms of glee, and gasping “oh my god oh my god oh my god,” and THE EPISODE HASN’T EVEN STARTED YET...
well, i figured this would be a good opportunity for one of my play-by-play reviews. so that i might be able to relive this joy for years to come!

( if any of you gals are the praying type... now’d be a good time to start. )

so yeah. consider my world rocked.





...psst!!! america in five days!!!

god, this pruter is jacked up beyond belief. here's hoping this posts successfully.

anyways.

FAREWELL, MY FRIENDS! i bid adieu to stupid soissons and stupid france and all available downloading of my stories (during finales! argh argh argh!) and all oral/aural comprehension, for i am off to germany. for like, nine days, so WOW that's a lot of travelling. it is going to be totally awesome, and i am going to have nonstop fun with my dear friend julia, and maybe her mom will mother me some. (it has been months since i have been with my mother; i am in need of mothering.)

thennnnnnnn, as if nine days living out of a suitcase weren't a lot already, i head directly to scot-land to do ANOTHER nine days, this time chez friend say-rah; and her mum has already promised loads of mothering, and her stepdad has promised magic tricks (!!!), and i've been promised an afternoon-long roast, and anyway we're just going to be hopping from one city to the next.

MY GOODNESS. it is going to be some kind of thing.

anyway, i get back on the 12th -- probably going to stay in paris that night, and then it's back here to soissons to start packing up and saying my goodbyes. I LEAVE FOR THE STATES ON THE 21ST. cause, like, there's this big to-do at my grandparents' during memorial day weekend, so i'ma get in face time then.

BUT FOR NOW I AM OFF! wish me luck. i hate planes blargh blargh blargh.

i am going to go on a murdering spree if "chuck" doesn't get picked up for a third season. i am going to take to the streets with some kind of weapon, and i am going to start killing innocent bystanders. all the while raving "HOW DARE YOU NBC, IT WAS YOUR MOST SOLIDLY ENTERTAINING AND GENERALLY FUCKING AWESOMEST SHOW EVER, ALSO ADAM BALDWIN," and then the poor sap i am bludgeoning/dicing/whatever will scream "dude, i totally agree with you, i am pissed off too, especially since they immediately renewed ol' piece-a-shit 'heroes,' and besides i don't even work for nbc, i'm a plumber," and then i will not even heed their words because i will be too enraged to process their meaning.

seriously, i love me some "chuck." i'ma be out of the country (i'm ALREADY out of the country; i'ma be out of the country #2) for the next two-and-a-half weeks, so i will not get a chance to view the finale til like mid-may, but i could totally deal if only i knew that "chuck" was good for next season. i live in hellish fear.

and, um, the past several episodes have been INSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE.

now i gotta go, cause this computer is a piece of crap and omits like every other letter i type

this is me, yping at a regular speed, and doyou SE how fucking obnoxious it is? i keep havingto go back and add in fucking letters, and its really just an enomous pain in my ass

and also i am due to get a drink with a french buddy of mine, soooooo...

today was my second-to-last day at school, except when i rolled into town, i learned that one of my two profs today was at an all-day meeting; so i spent an hour discussing what we were all going to do over the holidays with a class of babies (and every single one of them offered some variation on “i will go to [insert family member here]’s,” til i had to forbid the use of “go”), and then hopped on a train to come back home at noon. JESUS CHRIST, WHAT A LIFE.
... i do think frequent train rides will be super high on the list of things i will seriously miss about life here, though. i think it’s my favorite mode of transportation. to be fair, i have been aching to get behind the wheel of a car for months now, so THAT’LL be a relief. but i will miss the shit out of the trains quand même.

so did anybody else see the first of the “doctor who” specials for 2009? “planet of the dead?” cause it TOTALLY aired, right under my nose; and i wouldn’t have had the foggiest idea except it showed up on one of my tv-show-piracy sites when i was trolling for new episodes of “chuck” and the like.

so yeah, did anybody else see it? i just watched it last night, and, um. well, i guess everything else i have to say needs to go ( under a cut. )

AND WHY WOULDN’T THE WORMHOLE EXPAND OUTWARDS AS WELL AS UP???? i get why they had to do it that way. but couldn’t they have thrown in some sciency timey-wimey stuff explanation? just to appease my offended sensibilities.

also, in case anybody is curious, when he’s all “allons-y!”, she replies “yeah, but we’re going towards a nightmare.” only with a pretty crap accent.
... though GOD, the worst french accent i’ve heard recently was tango on “dollhouse,” two episodes ago. it made my ears crawl up inside my head. she says (or rather, attempts to say) “every word you say is like the grunting of a pig to my ears. the cars are SO disgusting. i don’t know WHY i keep using this car service in los angeles.” which, y’know, is highly amusing, considering the pain she’s putting me in.
OOPS SORRY DID I GET ALL PRETENTIOUS FOR A SECOND? my bad, holmes.

i have way more shit to discuss as regards my stories as of late (“heroes?” jack coleman, in ep 22?! FORGET ABOUT IT) (“chuck???” SERIOUSLY OMG) (also, um, how hilarious was it, seeing adam baldwin tranqed AGAIN?!?!) (i wanted so fervently for him to start grasping at all the floaty lights) but i’ve got some errands to take care of, so i’ll have to spazz more later.

... and totes ridiculous, but oh well here we go:

everybody should go here: http://racebending.com/
to sign the petition
as regards the casting news on the upcoming "avatar" movie

because here are the characters from the show:


and here is who's been cast:


and here is where i could go on a massively long tangent about how awesome it was, that "avatar" was a massively popular children's show that presented, as the website says, "a refreshing departure from predominantly white American media" -- the likes of which i can only compare to ursula le guin and the earthsea trilogy -- and also how fucking CRAZY infused each episode was with eastern philosophy and cultural importance; and how, yes, refreshing and INSPIRING that was; and christ what a travesty this casting news is, BUT I WON'T CAUSE IT SEZ ALL THAT SHIT ON THE SITE.

anyway, the petition takes like two seconds, so everybody should go do it, don't be a dick, the end.

HOLY SHIT LAST NIGHT'S EPISODE OF SUPERNATURAL WAS THE BEST FUCKING THING I HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED

HOLY SHIT THERE ARE NO WORDS
right at the moment
but
holy shit. holy shit, you can expect a play-by-fuckin-play update tomorrow, after the fuckin' fact.

oh my god, y'all, oh my god.

... damn, i wish some of you guys were (still) watching this show.

um, also?
not only was it the best episode everrrr.
it was the gayyyyyyyyyyyyyest.


(argh, and now i have to go hang out with pgbf and his posse, speaking french all night and the like, even while i'd ruther just watch this shit on repeat for five hours straight. et tu, social life and lust for french ass???)

i know, it is shocking, i am NOT going to geek-out all over this update, for ONCE.

under the cut, i present to you, MY CHERISHED READERS,
The Oldest Article Of Clothing
and
The Newest Article Of Clothing
in
Molly Thompson's Wardrobe
( right here )

OOPS I LIED: aaaaaaaaand i totally went to go see "watchmenles gardiens" last night, but it was cancelled: "un problème dans la salle," whatever the hell that means.
(note: i know what that means; it's just not very informative, is it?)
anyway, i tottered back home on my afore-mentioned glorious new purchases, and almost immediately received a call from one of my colleagues, informing me that ALL of my classes for today were cancelled!
so, yeah, my five day weekend turned into a six day weekend. OH MY GOD AMERICA TAKE ME BACK SO I CAN FEEL USEFUL AND FUNCTIONING AGAIN.
anyway, probs gonna try and see "watchmenles gardiens" tonight.
jeffreyyyyyyy!
jeffrey dean morgannnnnnnnnn!
i am coming for yoooooooooooooooou!!!


... yeah, i totally failed at not making this real nerdy.

[edit]: oh, and btdubs: today the frenchies are holding YET ANOTHER education strike or something, and i went out on the street to watch their goofy little protest parade tromp on by. i saw one of my kids -- of COURSE little twelve year olds get pulled out of school so they can participate in protests the next town over -- but he's probably the dumbest and creepiest kid in school, and naturally he didn't attempt anything more than brief eye contact. (ugh, gauthier; grow some social skills.) anyway, hoot and holler, rabble rabble rabble, harrumph harrumph harrumph. "j'ai pas réçu un 'harrumph' de ce mec-là!" "donne au gouverneur un 'harrumph'!"

... nerdier and nerdier. j h christ, molly.

so i've just seen the premiere of "kings," and i have just a few thoughts.

... namely, i just CAN'T watch ian mcshane and NOT see al swearengen. um, especially when he's ruling with an iron and ruthless fist. and, y'know, given to delivering long and shakespearean monologues.
so, yeah, al swearengen minus "fuck" minus facial hair = king silas benjamin. if silas wears pinstripes any time soon, i am going to shit my pants.

and while i'm on the topic, i had the same problem with the phrase "unification war." SUCKS TO YER U-DAY, ALLIANCE!

but i am excited to see where this show goes, and there were two things in particular that titillated the fuck out of me. namely, as regards the contemporary-yet-different-dimension setting:
1. a canon god! A CANON GOD! for some reason, this is the awesomest thing ever! a canon god, talking to (badass) reverends! a canon god, sending down His butterfly emissaries! i am super excited about having a canonical, interactive monotheistic god in a show.
2. this:

because yes, in this world, hot lady bartenders will slip you their numbers if you are cute and/or a war hero. but no, in this world, phone numbers do not look like phone numbers here. because it is not the same world as our own. i just love this attention to detail. and look at her area code! it's the standard power button on a nintendo! hahahaha.

also, playboygayboy jack is pretty, except his throat has the tendency to inflate bigger'n a bullfrog's. particularly when he is getting his pout on, because he is getting scolded for being gay. so... y'know... less pouting plz, jack.

aaaaaaaaaand now i have to go buy groceries, and then watch "castle," which i don't expect to like, but it's nathan, so i must view it anyways.

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

right, so there's this:
spoilery article on dollhouse

notable, as it features pictures

...


...


... OF ALPHA

hahaha, oh my goodness.

(okay, i admit, i stole the subject line from a comment on the article. not my fault, too funny to pass up.)

the weather has gotten to be ridiculously gorgeous in the past couple of days, so i am going to profit from that shit and take a jaunt about town.
and i'm thinking -- seeing as i don't work til thursday -- that tomorrow i'll spend the day in paris, SOLELY so i can catch a version originale of "watchmen." it actually IS playing here in soissons, but it is of course and why would i think any otherwise DUBBED; so fuck that right up its stupid butt. and so, considering the train tickets, this movie will end up costing me upwards of twenty euros to view; but fuck it, fuck it, i really want to see it.

my folks took the occasion of my ma's spring break to head over to boise, so's to see the baby pig of the family and his girlfriend. and so, as a result, i have had the immense pleasure of actually getting to SPEAK with my brother, for the past two nights now. ONLY TWO MORE MONTHS UNTIL I AM SAFELY ENSCONSED BACK IN THE BOSOM OF MY MOTHERLAND. goodness gracious, there are many things i like about living in france, and there is PLENTY that i am going to miss the holy hell out of; but my god am i excited about living in the states again.

before that happens, though, i've got one more month of work left, and then trips to germany (at the end of april) and then scot-land (at the beginning of may). ticket to berlin has been purchased; now i REALLY need to get on the purchasing of tickets to glasgow and then back to paris.
... i am also planning on hitting up eng-land before school lets out, probs in a couple weeks. i need to ask friend deb if she could put me up for a few nights; otherwise i'm just going to ed up blowing a shitload of money to stay in some hedonistically overpriced hostel in london.
...... see, i really would like to have a fat chunk of euro-change to take back to the states with me, but more and more i'm realizing that -- if it comes down to it -- i will happily blow every cent i have while i still have the opportunity to skirt around europe for a while. it's odd to think, for the first time in like six years, that i do not precisely know the next time i will be back on this continent.

when it all comes down to it, though, it will definitely be as i've typed in the subject line.

in other news, OMG IAN MCSHANE HAS A NEW SHOW OUT ON NBC. and it is a contemporary retelling of the king david story, and ALSO the fangirl in me thrills because BRIAN COX is slated to play his rival, and OMGGG Y'ALL they were so awesome together in "deadwood," and anyway i love me some brian cox, and also apparently there is canon gay to come in the storyline (note: i don't know shit about david except for blah-blah-goliath and then afterwards when he was a crazy dick about the whole bathsheba thing; so excuuuuuuuuuse me for not being able to cite the canon bible ho!yay), so i've got the premiere downloading.
here's hoping it is totally soups.

aaaaaaaaaand that's really all that's going on HURR.

GODDAMMIT I WAITED TOO LONG TO BUY MY TICKET FOR GERMANY, AND NOW WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE FORTY EUROS IS NOW LOOKING TO BE MORE LIKE ONE HUNDRED.

fuck it, i'm paying it. i want to go to germany. but this is like POWERPOINT SLIDE NUMBER ONE on how my general lackadaisy fucks my qualité de vie RIGHT the fuck up.

aaaaaaaaaanyway. bitch bitch, grumble grumble.

i've had a slightly exhausting week, in that i worked moderately more than the "never" that i USUALLY pull, and so i am pretty much the fuck ready to ship back to soissons so's my long-ass weekend can commence. i do NOT, however, feel like waiting around for people here to finish with their classes and summarily drive me; and so in maybe ten minutes i'ma hit the trail to go hop on a train.

in my first class of the day, i recycled a lesson on the american red cross (though i STILL managed to fuck up and inform them all that said organization was founded by a one florence nightingale; what is WRONG with my BRAIN?) and, in the course of it, it became necessary to correct their pronunciation of the word "blood," as it ALWAYS is, because -- and who can blame them -- they always want to rhyme it with "good." so i wrote good on the board, and then blood, and then -- in a fit of inspiration -- i wrote flood under that, seeing as we'd just brought it up on our list of possible disasters that the red cross might help out on.
so then it was yer standard "repeat after me," with the pointing randomly and the chanting, and anyway AN EXTREMELY LONG STORY SHORT i set up this scene so excrutiatingly because eventually i had them chanting "a flood of blood is not good," while my colleague magali lost her shit in the back of the classroom.

it was very funny.

and just now, in my last class, i had one of my stronger kids first for our five-minute one-on-ones, and before i could get even one of the tired and a million times overdone questions i pose seventy times a day ... anyway, before i could get the first word out of my mouth, he'd jumped in with "which do you like, france or the US?" and i just ended up keeping him for half the class, because it was So Fucking Delightful to have an intelligent and fulfilling conversation, and to converse with someone who WANTS to learn english, and to discuss architecture instead of the jonas brothers and eex-box trois cent soixante.

then i walked back with him to the room, still chatting, and some surly little fucker said "c'est pas juste" from the back of the room. WHATEVS, KIDDO. maybe if YOUR mom was english, and thereby YOU could say more than "hai ham fine hand you?", and also MAYBE you could possibly bother to make a half-assed effort at giving me a response that i HAVEN'T already heard fifty fucking times today... well, then, you could get out of class for twenty minutes TOO.

i've got the new supernatural waiting for me on my usb key. alas and alackaday, i still have a couple hours til i could feasibly get home. C'EST COMME CA.

i was in a really killer mood, allergies be damned -- i set off for a few errands and almost immediately ran into pgbf (prematurely-grey boyfriend) on the street, receiving a big bearded kiss on the cheek for my troubles; sent off some postcards; had a funny exchange with one of my buddies at the nearby tabac -- and then i rolled back home and watched "tell him something pretty" and OH MAN NOW I AM REALLY BUMMED.

deadwood season 3, i salute you. you were so crazy good.

urgggggggggh. nothing beautiful can last in this ugly ugly world in which we mete out our unhappy hours.

anyways (anyways!) (patended deadwood "anyways"!) at least i still have season 1 to work through. dandy lassie, and adams rolling onto the scene (seriously, omg: adams), and i don't even know what else because i have yet to watch it! it is meager solace, but it does the job.



ADAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMS.

EDIT: *POINTS TO ICON*

one more episode and i'll have seen all of deadwood season 3. GODDDDDDDDDDD WHY DID THIS SHOW GET CANCELLED.

in other news, my allergies are acting up and thus i feel like poo; the weather here is shittier than it ever was during the winter (seriously, i forgot how freaking cray-cray the wind gets in march in this fucking country; blow me down, amirite, popeye?); and misha wanted me to pass these few words along.






aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand...




(omg new "supernatural" in just a couple days!!!!)

oh, and??? I WANT TO SEE WATCHMEN SO FUCKIN BAD BUT IT'LL NEVER PLAY IN THIS PODUNK TOWN AND EVEN IF IT DID IT WOULD BE DUBBED OVER, SO I GUESS I HAVE TO GO TO PARIS OR SOMETHING, BUT OMG DO I WANT TO WATCH THAT SHIT. pajiba rated it weak-sauce, but everywhere else i've read it's pretty fucking stellar. omgggg watchmen.

so, having relayed misha's message, i'ma go watch this last episode of "deadwood" and then venture out into the maelstrom to buy stamps and the makings for a quiche.

i'm headed to normandy for the next few or five days to kick it with my buddy hannah sayle, so i forecast yet another brief hiatus in what the history books shall surely term The Great Misha Collins Picture-Off.

in other news, though i'll probs be radio-silent on the matter for a while due to afore-mentioned normandy-visit, i invite you, my friends, to leave your reactions to dollhouse s01e03 "stage fright" in the comments to this post. i am still SO! UP! IN! THE! AIR! about this show, alpha-casting be damned, and i'd be curious to hear what you (two) are thinking.
EDIT!!!! cause i just finished it. ( here can be found my own thoughts. )

in other other news, "the sopranos" is an awesome show, i have just begun to learn; and i am going to cry great buckets of tears when i finish the remaining two episodes of "deadwood" season 3. luckily i have the entirety of season 1 to fall back upon.

AND CAN SUPERNATURAL HIATUS BE OVER LIKE NOWWWW, PLEASE? especially since that total hottie misha collins is finally guesting again.

WHILE I WAS AT PARIS, SOMEBODY BROKE THE MOUSE ON THE COMMUNAL COMPUTER HERE

i am a computer genius, but even i am having a fucking tough time navigating with only a frigging keyboard. (please take note, however: i AM a computer genius, and i AM winning the internet using only alt, tab, ctrl+tab, et cete fucking ra.)

while i was otherwise occupied having a really nice time on the town with my lovely girls, misha was busy sending me lots of emails to forward onto me_fasa, sooooo without further ado:










oh, misha, you so crazy!

also, a quick image for aurora, ( under this very cut! )

here, me_fasa, he already wrote you back!



good burn, misha!
and i must say, I TOTALLY AGREE, CASTIEL, YOUR POMPADOUR IS DARLING!

i did not end up going to paris, as i feel so very fucking poorly, and probably will not until mid-saturday, seeing as kelly (my dear friend and, as always, generous hostess) is really really really fucking busy til then -- honestly, she can be prickly about many things, but i worry that the contrast between her overworked life and the insane fucking lethargy which dictates mine, might eventually flare up to a point of worrisome contention in our friendship TO MY GREAT CONCERN as she is aces -- and julia won't be rolling into town til that evening.

i chose this icon because i am three-fourths of my way through deadwood s03e05 "a two-headed beast," and i wanted to post here, for posterity's sake, that ( jiminy fucking christmas ). seriously, that was intense as hell.

so yes, from now until saturday, i will probs just be continuing my inhalation of this show. i got the pilot downloaded, slowly and painfully working on the rest of season one, and yeah: OMGGGGGGG HOW HILARIOUS IS IT TO SEE LASSIE PLAYING A PRISSY DANDY.
... it's almost difficult for me to buy him in this role, so versed as i am in watching him be lassie. timothy omundson does not exist: there is only lassie.

i don't have this same problem watching jim beaver play ellsworth, because ellsworth and bobby singer ARE THE EXACT SAME FUCKING PERSON.

and, as you might have already noted, this glutting of show continues to affect my personal expression. CUSSING AND ELOCUTION ARE BOTH TOTALLY AWESOME Y'ALL.

yesterday i mentioned how i think misha collins is a total babe, and (in case you missed it) me_fasa commented with "he kind of has a baby face, I think. and he is verging on a booty chin."

anyway, i bring this all up because today i go to check my email, and OMGOODNESS i have an email waiting for me from misha collins, asking how i am doing and inquiring after y mother's health, and telling me he misses me, and oh also could i possibly forward the attached file to molly sobotka, if i got the chance? and of course i replied that i would, so HERE MOLLY THIS IS FOR YOU FROM MISHA COLLINS









THAT IS ALL.

(i have to go to paris tonight but godddd i feel sick.)
:(
(my life is hardddd)

we have loads of ... weapons, and ...... stuff.
(holy crap, new "heroes" was so awesome, yes???)

today it is beautiful outside. me and fellow americans josh'n'jess hit up the open market to buy burnable dvds and cds and then got some coffee at this café i'd never been to on account of its opening not too long ago. we're meeting later to eat quiche and watch sopranos, cause whaaaaaaaaaaaaat.
sopranos is good.

i totally blazed through deadwood season 2, and if you thought i cussed a lot before, well you have got another fuckin thing COMING. swearengen has rubbed off on me like whoa-ho. jess'n'josh's bank manager (i know: raaaaaaaaaandom!) hooked them up with season 3, so i'm going to totes pillage that as well, this evening! man, what a fruitful time of my life!
... now i just need to dl season 1. which i am currently doing. very very very slowly and painfully.

just watched the latest "chuck" and it was pretty good? all things considered? i have a couple stinks about it, in all honesty, but it's still "chuck," and so it is thereby still delightful. it would've taken a miracle, at any rate, for any episode to come NEAR how awesome "chuck vs the suburbs" was.
(dude, me_fasa, an awesome awesome note: did you see the poster above chuck's bed in the scene where he wakes up and awesome's just staring at him? did you see it? y the last man. so freaking cool!)

and since i'm being SUPER nerdy (jesus fuckin christ, i don't think i've updated with something rl-related in months), i guess the super awesome "dollhouse" news of yesterday elated me even more than i consciously knew, because i TOTES had a sexy dream about you-know-who last night, and it was so wonderful i NEVER wanted to wake up. godddd, that JAW! i really really love mumblemumblespoilers.

oh, and i found this out today: SUPERNATURAL GOT RENEWED FOR ITS FIFTH SEASON. fuckin GOOD. fucking PHEWWW. also also, i've read recently in a few interviews that castiel was supposed to be sort of in-and-out characterwise, but he tested so well that they kept him around, and now he might become a regular in season 5. i would die -- D I E -- if that were true. god, he is a pretty man.

to whit:


and now i've got to go get some shit together because i'm going to paris tomorrow to see kelly and julia and go clubbing, WHAAAAAAAAAT