sohotrightnow: The Eleventh Doctor holding out an ID badge whose picture is of the First Doctor. ([dw] show some ID)
Two things, because that was amazing and you don't need yet more people telling you how amazing it was.
  1. NBC: still the absolute fucking worst. I don't even know where to start, so will spare you details, let's just say they're the worst and leave it at that. [personal profile] ishie retweeted someone saying that they'd been foolish enough to think NBC learned from how much everyone loathed their broadcast of the Beijing games, and I wish I could RT things a billion times, because yep.

  2. Let's be real, any big spectacular performance that involves a simultaneous tribute to A) children's literature, Peter Pan in particular, and B) socialized healthcare could have the entirely accurate alternate title JULES'S HEART: A MULTIMEDIA INTERPRETATION.
I have no real sportsy icons, so have the Doctor instead, because British.
sohotrightnow: ([bandom] I totally paused!)
"Oh, good, if you weren't a Caps fan I'd have to ask you to leave my store."
sohotrightnow: ([tv] see my vest)
Dear GMU men's basketball team,



Make a note of this.
sohotrightnow: the top of a swimming young woman's torso. ([movie] middle-earth boyfriend)
Dear GMU

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

-Jules

Like, seriously. I was not optimistic about the odds of our winning, but a) I was not optimistic about the odds of our beating Villanova a few days ago, so hey, what do I know? And b) I figured we would at least be able to walk away with our heads held high. Instead it ended with me muttering about how I was going to find out where the players live and key their cars and Flatmates R and A (from when I was living in London, UGHHHH we still have the best times together, IL them so much, PLUS [livejournal.com profile] austen was able to make it, too!) deciding that keying their cars was too good for them because it wasn't humiliating enough. So then I just yelled sadly through the green megaphone on our table.

ME: REBOUND.
[livejournal.com profile] austen: They haven't even taken a shot yet!
ME: I'M REALISTIC. LET'S FACE IT, EVEN HOPING FOR A REBOUND IS PROBABLY TOO OPTIMISTIC AT THIS POINT. REBOUND.

But I finally got a bumper sticker for my car out of the deal! Though me, R, and A agreed the stickers looked exactly like the parking passes we had when we were there, but that just made us fonder. Initially. Until the team completely fucking shamed us, I mean. There was lots of beer, though. I ordered Sam Adamses, on account of how he was a brewer...AND A PATRIOT. :D? :D? It didn't help with the game at all, but at least it eased the sting of the complete fucking humiliation we suffered. Then I got home and this (rough approximation) happened:
[personal profile] inlovewithnight: Hey! So, it sounds like it was a bummer? :(
Me: Just look at the score for yourself, I can't even deal with it and I can't possibly be humiliated further tonight.
[pause, clacking of keys as Night checks the score]
NIGHT: ...oof. Ouch.
Me: OH MY FUCKING GOD RIGHT?
Bright side, if you can call it that: I was watching LotR:EE with Night, the cast commentary, because she's watched the DVD with her brother but, as she and I were talking about, she hasn't had the fanGIRL experience, only the fanBOY one. So in the midst of me getting super-defensive and ranting a bunch re: Gondor comes the scene where Boromir comes across the shards of Isildur's sword in Rivendell.
NIGHT: So maybe this sounds crazy, but...is there any Aragorn/Boromir?
ME: ...are you joking?
NIGHT: WELL EXCUSE ME THEY WERE TOTALLY EYE-FUCKING THERE, I JUST --
ME: No, I meant the 'are you joking' to mean...seriously, of course there's Aragorn/Boromir. Like, the only time I'd expect that to be unusual is if it was "is there any 'Aragorn/Boromir/Arwen'."
NIGHT: Ooh, that sounds NEAT. I hate to even ask, but is there...?
ME: /o\
Oh LotR I love you so much, why is my nostalgia so great lately. At least it's serving to take my attention off of the horrific experience that was the game tonight. :D? :D? :( :( :( :(
sohotrightnow: the top of a swimming young woman's torso. (Default)
I think we can all agree on one thing: this, as with just about every Superbowl except for the one of '08, was severely lacking in the following:



I'm glad we had this conversation, Internet.

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