I like the shows enough to crosspost.

Ugh. I could not have felt hotter, dizzier, or more bloated than I did hours ago. So, I turned up the fan (a fucking fan!!) and poked at my remote in hopes of distraction. But, I've dropped it so many times that only half of the numbers work. And, this TV.. The colors are off. The image is blurry. I have to guess my channel most of the time. That's how I ended up on that confused little MyNetworkTV.

There was a soiled woman running, panting, stopping, freaking, running, suddenly at a police station. It looked a little too good to be one of their translated Mexican soap operas for the unwilling. I assumed that today was Thursday -- Movie night. Then, I recognized the scene. A minute later.. Glenn Close.

Ads for Damages have been running non-stop for at least a month. They obviously took the promotion a step further. I'm glad, because I initially wasn't really eager to watch it. I know that F/X shows are really about Scumbags. Their professions are irrelevant -- just a means to personalizing some fucked-up actions. But, sitting through an hour of lawyers scheming and belittling each other in court didn't seem as appealing as anticipating the homicidal moves of an orphaned Ken doll with a scalpel. (It does not get any better than Nip/Tuck's third season finale.) I underestimated.

Sure, there are moments of office cattiness, verbal sparring, client-bullshitting (in the name of greed), and defendant frustration. They are, however, wonderfully accompanied by lots of hideous manipulation, some bodily damage, and an unraveling past. The pilot kept it dirty and very intriguing. (Ted Danson was sooooo good. Who knew?)

Along with AMC's Mad Men, this is probably one of the few things worth watching this summer.

Whedon fans, Vincent Kartheiser (Angel) and Christina Hendricks (Saffron on Firefly) are part of Mad Men's cast. Kartheiser is playing 20-something, but still looks 15.

Bocanada

I'm slowly settling into the fact that one of my favorite bands, Soda Stereo, has reunited for a bunch of shows. Sure, I check the tour schedule for updates at least twice a day, but the squealing and jumping have finally subsided... till tickets go on sale. (If I don't get good seats, I may whine for years to come. Prepare yourselves.)

So, in (no) efforts to prolong the calm, here's the very cute "Puente" (Bridge), a single from singer Gustavo Cerati's nearly perfect, second release Bocanada (Puff). This is one of two pop songs on an Electronica album.

Today, I looked for you
in the rhyme that sleeps
with all the words
If I didn't say something
it's because I understood everything
except for the distance
I disorganized your atoms
to make you appear

One more day, One more day

The sun is up
The reflection
of my bursting soul is down
Now, You are here
and the step we took
is cause and effect
Cross (over) love
I'll cross my fingers

And, thank you for coming
Thank you for coming

Adorable bridge
has been created between us two

Cross (over) love
I'll cross my fingers

And, thank you for coming
Thank you for coming

Adorable bridge

Cross (over) love
Cross love over the bridge

Use love, use love like a bridge

I kept the translation as close to literal as possible, which explains the lyrics being awkward but not too awkward.

"Unsung" reminds me of flower dresses, thermals, frayed hems, combat boots, and that confused mix of teenage self-consciousness and nascent music scene snobbery. The bad good times.

I left my (swiped) Meantime cassette in someone's car about twelve years ago. If I remember correctly, the entire album was consistently good. I should pick it up on CD. Downtown Julie Brown.

Ooh, added bonus: H2O's "Family Tree". This song was constantly played on WSOU in the mid-90s. I didn't like it then. I kind of do now. I'm just in a sappy mood, I guess.

H2O - Family Tree

Sometimes, you can love your kids a little too much. A clip from Mildred Pierce might have sufficed, but this one from Burial Ground always makes me laugh so much. (If you ever really want to see this film, you should probably skip the video. It's quite a spoiler. And, how many zombie films actually contain surprises?) 

Burial Ground - Night of Terror

Pretty amusingly bizarre, I know. Obviously, they couldn't cast a real child in this sort of film, so they opted for child un-look-a-like, Peter Bark. According to DVD Times, "Bark was a local 25-year old man from Rome who was small in stature and they hoped with the right make-up he would be believable as a young boy." 

I assume that that bit of information comes from the interviews that appear on the dvd. Until I find the dvd at a more reasonable price than $20+, I'll never know.

If you can't get enough of Mr. Bark, then you may want to befriend his character profile or read the few, funny entries in his blog.