It's bad apples like you that put Mr. Hoover in a dress

[freckles_and_doubt]

Woe! am without home internets at the moment, as (yay!) have finally vanquished my dad's computer and consequently have shuffled the Iburst off to him, like a mortal coil, only with more swearing. Telkom promise scout's honour they'll install the ADSL at home this week. Yeah, right. Twitch. On the upside I don't actually have to mud-wrestle them in person since the installation is being dealt with by my own personal Imaginet guy, who is sussed, courteous and quick to respond. He's also a bonus Doctor Who geek, which means the boring set-up emails are leavened with random Captain Jack squees. I feel much safer in the hands of my tribe.

The weekend was, however, almost entirely horrible. I managed to screw up the TV/DVD installation for my dad (snapped the AV cable accidentally while lugging the TV around), spend half the weekend fighting the Iburst drivers before I could take the computer round to him, and fail dismally to assemble the bedside light I'd bought (broken bits when I took it out the packaging). Self 0, Techno-Jinx several quintillion. Situation normal. Also, forgot the Vital Dad Food which I was supposed to bring. Rumours of my complete lack of brain are not exaggerated at all.

However! weekend was resurrected by particularly kick-butt Thai with jo&stv last night, and by the entirely happy and gratuitous discovery of The Middleman, which tngr_spacecadet recommended to me lo these many moons ago, and which I've only just got around to watching. It's... a bit indescribable, actually. Men in Black crossed with The X-Files (circa "Jose Chung's From Outer Space") and the deadpan delivery of Wesley from The Princess Bride, with a touch of The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou (only sans the acoustic David Bowie in Portuguese). It's straight-faced campy off-the-wall, features incredibly quick and complex dialogue with machine-gun delivery, plays rather fun games with subtitles, pop culture references and comic book stereotypes, and is batshit insane. Also, the lead character combs his hair like a mama's boy from the 1950s and says "dagnabbit", which is one of my favourite expletives ever and which I may have to adopt as the next step in my campaign to boycott the f-word. Also, Sensei Ping. I am totally in love. Possibly because I'm stressed and have no brain, but there you have it. Shall now have to hunt down the comic on which it's based. Oh, and they only made one season. Firefly Effect. Bollocks.

Comments

[tngr-spacecadet.livejournal.com]

The author has an LJ http://themiddleblog.livejournal.com/

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Yup, found it yesterday, thanks ;>. Never underestimate the seething power of my fangirling. And thank you for the recommendation, I'd never have thought to try it if you hadn't raved about it, and watching it is making me ridiculously happy. There obviously isn't enough quality silly in my life.

[strawberryfrog.livejournal.com]

I await the District 9 review...

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

It's still eluding me. Bloody difficult movie, my responses keep changing. I'll get there.