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dangermousieIt just hit me that if Veronica Mars doesn't get renewed, not only is four episodes all we are ever going to get, but that I won't see Logan and Veronica make up and make out ever again (for all I know, they go at it like bunnies in the season finale, but I doubt it, as it's not supposed to be a last ep or anything). Now I am getting really jittery. Does anyone know if there is anything like savefarscape.com efforts going on in VM fandom? Sort of writing to advertisers, writing to network etc?
I got Harukanaru in the mail yesterday, but after watching it for a bit put it aside because it's waaaay waaaaay too close to Fushigi Yuugi (though not in the particular way that you could assert copyright over, because otherwise Yuu Watase would be rich). Maybe later I'll give it another try. Dumm Dumm Dumm continues to be adorable though, and after seeing Madhavan with a mustache in one of the fantasy musical numbers (what temple was it? I want to go there), he is one of the rare men who looks better with facial hair than without. Yum. Can't wait to see him in Mani Ratnam's upcoming Guru, opposite Vidya Balan (Parineeta, yay!!!) and with Abhishek and Aishwarya. Better stop before this becomes stream of consciousness in the manner of James Joyce.
I've started on Philip Pullman's The Amber Spyglass and oh, God. Talk about overrated. I am 80 pages in and it's deadly dull. Lyra herself, while not an unrealistic child, is boring, obnoxious, and makes me want to smack her. Sorry, Pullman. It's not a good book. J.K. Rawling sleeps secure.
Cooked a Passover dinner yesterday and prepared a Seder, just me and Husband (I really ought to come up with less bland sounding nickname for him than this, for purposes of LJ. How about Col. K, if I am Dangermousie), which was fun. In case anyone is interested, besides things like haroset (for the service) which I made with apples, bananas, brown sugar and honey, I made baked Salmon with chili, pepper and soy sauce, a matzo variation on french toast known as matzobrai, and baked acorn squash with brown sugar and butter. And we got to light candles, which were dreadfully mismatched as they were out of my candle collection. And read in turns. It was wonderful.
Also, for anyone following it, who didn't see it on seven billion Bollywood news sources, Salman Khan is finally out on bail while his case (hunting endangered deer) is being appealed. Apparently, there were thousands of fans outside his home and, hilariously, when they couldn't deliver a cake to him, they decided to dump it on his car instead. ROFL.
And, because I am a pathetic fangirl, I have more pictures from Fanaa. 21 pictures, to be precise. Ready to be posted and I would love to. Or at least I was going to have pictures, if the stupid photobucket wasn't down for maintenance. Go to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wasabi_girl's lj instead.
So instead, some yummy pictures of 'free for now' Salman Khan, whose URLs I have because I cross-posted them elsewhere.
All of a sudden, I have a pepsi craving:
No wonder he got a solitary. Otherwise I'd foreseen a very unhappy stay, no matter how short:
Sold his shirt to pay his lawyers?
Ahhh, I am too lazy to caption. Here are the rest of the pics by themselves.
I got Harukanaru in the mail yesterday, but after watching it for a bit put it aside because it's waaaay waaaaay too close to Fushigi Yuugi (though not in the particular way that you could assert copyright over, because otherwise Yuu Watase would be rich). Maybe later I'll give it another try. Dumm Dumm Dumm continues to be adorable though, and after seeing Madhavan with a mustache in one of the fantasy musical numbers (what temple was it? I want to go there), he is one of the rare men who looks better with facial hair than without. Yum. Can't wait to see him in Mani Ratnam's upcoming Guru, opposite Vidya Balan (Parineeta, yay!!!) and with Abhishek and Aishwarya. Better stop before this becomes stream of consciousness in the manner of James Joyce.
I've started on Philip Pullman's The Amber Spyglass and oh, God. Talk about overrated. I am 80 pages in and it's deadly dull. Lyra herself, while not an unrealistic child, is boring, obnoxious, and makes me want to smack her. Sorry, Pullman. It's not a good book. J.K. Rawling sleeps secure.
Cooked a Passover dinner yesterday and prepared a Seder, just me and Husband (I really ought to come up with less bland sounding nickname for him than this, for purposes of LJ. How about Col. K, if I am Dangermousie), which was fun. In case anyone is interested, besides things like haroset (for the service) which I made with apples, bananas, brown sugar and honey, I made baked Salmon with chili, pepper and soy sauce, a matzo variation on french toast known as matzobrai, and baked acorn squash with brown sugar and butter. And we got to light candles, which were dreadfully mismatched as they were out of my candle collection. And read in turns. It was wonderful.
Also, for anyone following it, who didn't see it on seven billion Bollywood news sources, Salman Khan is finally out on bail while his case (hunting endangered deer) is being appealed. Apparently, there were thousands of fans outside his home and, hilariously, when they couldn't deliver a cake to him, they decided to dump it on his car instead. ROFL.
And, because I am a pathetic fangirl, I have more pictures from Fanaa. 21 pictures, to be precise. Ready to be posted and I would love to. Or at least I was going to have pictures, if the stupid photobucket wasn't down for maintenance. Go to
wasabi_girl's lj instead.So instead, some yummy pictures of 'free for now' Salman Khan, whose URLs I have because I cross-posted them elsewhere.
All of a sudden, I have a pepsi craving:
No wonder he got a solitary. Otherwise I'd foreseen a very unhappy stay, no matter how short:
Sold his shirt to pay his lawyers?
Ahhh, I am too lazy to caption. Here are the rest of the pics by themselves.
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