GBS Interlude

Great Big Sea will be in Bloomington next Wednesday, March 4th at the Bluebird (21+). Scythian joins the Newfie boys. Doors open at 7pm. Russell, Tim and I are going. Come join us! Get your tickets soon!

“Donkey Riding” from a concert DVD. See more video recommendations below.

Old Brown’s Daughter
Sean does an amusing number
Alan and Sean join Gaelic Storm in “Leaving of Liverpool/Hills of Connemara

Words that We Couldn’t Say

My Life in iTunes


  1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, device, etc. on shuffle.
  2. For each question, press the ‘Next’ button to get your answer.
  3. You must write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds.
  4. Share.

If someone says, ‘Are you okay?” you say:

“The Inner Light” by Jerry Goldsmith from the Best of Star Trek soundtrack.
Because there is light peeking through the cracks of my dark soul. [Come on, 5 emo points? 4?] Continue reading Words that We Couldn’t Say

Weekend Redux

My weekend slipped by once again. There were a few fun highlights in the mix of Aver’s (Fri, Sat and Sun shifts), web maintenance, and Banshee blogging. I hung out with Tim for a bit, went out with the hubby on Sunday and I managed to squeeze in some reading (Drawing of the Three, Stephen King). Far from a terrible weekend by all means but naturally, I felt like I got nothing done. I had aspirations of cleaning. I fear there is a whole new mess waiting to descend on our tiny apartment now that principle filming for Banshee is just about done (this morning was the final day before scheduled pick-ups in March and July). More costumes. More props. And all of our lighting equipment is returning. If you don’t hear from me for a few days, please send the coroner to dig my body out of the wreckage that will soon be my home.

Maybe this is a common feeling when you’re living in an apartment: it’s a place to stay, to keep your stuff, until Later comes and you move all of your shit somewhere else. It’s not a home. I guess it never was. Oh well. I ought to be counting myself damn lucky that I have a secure job and a roof over my head at all.

I caught up on Dollhouse on Saturday (no TV for us, just Hulu). Thoughts? It’s not the greatest television I’ve ever seen but it’s entertaining enough that I’ll give it my attention next week. The set is SO pretty. I’d love to tour the Dollhouse. Oh, and as I am writing this, I received a notification from Hulu that there is a new episode of Legend of the Seeker. I managed to watch Episode 6 (my 5, almost 6 year-old laptop has some weird issues with video so it was a rather painful process without Russell’s laptop handy). Richard’s fight scenes are still comical but I admire Bridget Regan’s work on the show more and more (she plays Kahlan). She’s clearly done her homework and built an emotional life for her character. So even when Richard does something entirely unimpressive, I believe that Kahlan believes he is the most amazing thing since… well, the last Seeker.

No TV means no Oscars for me, but the #oscar traffic on Twitter was unreal last night, so I got the play-by-plays. I heard Hugh Jackman was a great host, not that I’m terribly surprised there, and that the music was good. Other thoughts?

Almost Interlude

I don’t have a musical interlude to post today. I almost embedded “Remembering Sunday” by All Time Low. That was before I got turned off by all of the live versions I found on YouTube. The audio on these is CRAP and singer comes off as a total asshat. Maybe he’s just young. Or lacking an interesting personality… Meh, it’s a decent song though so, if you haven’t already, give this video a try.

Legend of Dolls Being Human

I never got around to watching Dollhouse last night because I was distracted by the pilot episode for Being Human, a BBC show about a co-habitating vampire, werewolf and ghost. The show isn’t groundbreaking but I am intrigued enough to look for the currently airing season. I’ve seen Being Human described as a cross between Buffy/Angel and Shaun of the Dead. I’ve also seen it likened to the Odd Couple with a trio of mythical characters.

While eyeing my Hulu Queue this morning I stumbled upon Legend of the Seeker, a television adaptation of Terry Goodkind’s Sword of Truth series. I’m really curious about how the writers will handle certain elements of the series on prime time ABC (lots of graphic violence). I watched the first fifteen minutes during my brief lunch break. I don’t have much to say about it yet, except that I imagined Richard being a bit older and more mature, even in Wizard’s First Rule. In any case, I’m giving it a shot.


If you are following me on Twitter, you already know that Tim and I hit the road Saturday morning for Columbus, Ohio to see the musical Spring Awakening at Palace Theatre. Tim already gave an account of the weekend and, since I’m feeling lazy, I won’t recount every detail. I enjoyed the show and the food and I caught a few pictures. I recommend reading Tim’s post before reading this to get the what-where-when because I’ll be using photos to fill in the details.

Pencil-growing plant.
Pencil-growing plant.

When it was clear that our bladders could not withstand another mile, we made a quick stop in some nameless town in Ohio. Our choices: Arby’s or Micky D’s. McDonalds had a play place, so that was clearly the place to stop. It turns out that Tim’s reasoning was irrefutable: play places=cleanly bathrooms. The women’s restroom even sported a very rare plant. What fortune!

We press on until lunch time. We see a sign on the interstate for a Max & Erma’s. Tim assures me that the food there is decent so we got off at the indicated exit and follow the sign’s directions. We drive. And drive. We leave civilization. It seems we are the only ones on the long, straight road.

Can't be too careful in a space-time vortex.
Can't be too careful in a space-time vortex.

Clearly, we missed the restaurant, so we pull off to turn around. Tim already has his trusty iPhone at the ready to search for the Max & Erma’s and get directions to it from Nowherewhenville. The iPhone’s built-in GPS cannot pinpoint our location. Fail! Resigned to the fact that the interstate exit dumped us into a space-time vortex, we backtrack, hoping to find the restaurant or indeed, the interstate. We eventually found the M&E’s attached to a hotel. Now, too hungry to care if we ever return to our proper dimension, we enter and order. Even being as flummoxed as we were as to why there were televisions in the bathrooms, our appetites were hearty. We partook of our victuals and got back onto the interstate, in what we can only assume was our proper place in the space-time continuum.


We only had about another hour until we reached our hotel. Upon arriving, I was tickled to see this sign. Surely, such a proclamation would ensure that our brief stay would be quiet and peaceful. Clearly, the fools forgot to hang the sign reading, “And furthermore, NO UNATTENDED CHILDREN.”

Our room was on the ground floor, right by the pool. Had this been a prolonged stay, we would have had to endure the endless rapid, tromping of young feet eager for liquid immersion. The tap water in the bathroom smelled of chlorine due to the sheer proximity of the room to the pool. There was a lot of yelling and the floor in front of our room was wet at day’s end. But the place was clean and we only had to stick it out for one night so we worry no more of LOUD PARTIES and drive off to the Lemongrass for dinner.

If incendiary eggs don't kill you, surely the USE OF CAPS, punctuation abuse AND highlighting will... !!!
If incendiary eggs don't kill you, surely the USE OF CAPS, punctuation abuse AND highlighting will... !!!

We both really enjoyed our dinning experience at Lemongrass and I hope to find an excuse to go to Columbus again to sample more of the menu.

Spring Awakening was very good and this particular touring production was good. I’m always disappointed with the sets of touring musicals but perhaps that is just the nature of the beast. The last two touring musicals I’ve seen had three high, flat walls plastered with random bits of kitsch and this design just doesn’t excite me. The lighting was done fairly well. There was only one time that I thought it was distracting. If lighting is going to be noticeable, it should be done to make an awesome impact. There was at least one gobo sequence that didn’t do anything for me. This production did have a raising platform in an attempt to add levels. The cast was excellent. I really enjoyed Melchior (who was performed by understudy Perry Sherman) and Moritz. I thought the female characters were well performed well (beautiful voices!) for what the actors were given. I attribute the want of interest in some of the female characters to be the fault of the writing/adaptation. Ilse could have been developed more.

A very enjoyable evening at the theatre nonetheless, we head back to the room and fall almost instantly to sleep- or as close to as possible. I know better than to not take my pillow. Sigh.

We have a highly lack-luster breakfast featuring a bagel, an apple and, yep, you guessed it more hordes of unattended children. We get the hell outta there. And then someone mentions the word doughnut. I suspect it was Tim. Thus is inspired the Columbus Doughnut Hunt of ’09. We couldn’t have been happier to FINALLY stumble upon the Jolly Pirate Donuts to be served up sugar and doughy goodness by two rightly jolly lassies in pink behind the counter. Craving appeased, we head to a place that advertised artisan chocolates in our Playbills.

I’ll skip the part where I post pics of the gorgeously presented chocolates at Yosick’s. The tasties didn’t stick around that long. This was easily the best chocolate I’d ever tasted. Ever.

All in all, Tim and I had a pretty darn good time in Columbus. No really, that’s Tim’s ‘darn good time’ face (and the only picture in existence that proves he went at all!)

Jen and Tim at Lemongrass.
Jen and Tim at Lemongrass.

PHOTOS: Plant and two sign photos taken with Jen’s mobile. Portraits taken with Tim’s iPhone. Bathroom shot by my Canon Powershot. All photos by me except the final photo of me wearing solid red.

How to Break a Heart

I realized it as I talked out the relationship between characters with Tim yesterday: Ramona has to hurt Ciarán. Badly. That will not be fun to write. Not sure of the when or how yet. Ro just doesn’t have the life experience or maturity that Ciarán has, especially in the romantic relationship department.

I’m trying to ignore the love interest for the moment and focus on what Ro will be going through physically and psychologically. Will Ro be willing to entertain a relationship when she is spending so much of her energy focusing on not turning into a giant black jackal and eating* half the town? She isolates herself to protect those around her from the monster that she feels she is.

Also, Ro has to relearn her body. She looks taller (she’s already about 5’9) when in fact she has grown more wiry, even though she’s eating like crazy. Her senses are altered, her hormones and cycle get out of normal sync. She’s restless and she is often disoriented by sudden, unpredictable flashes of the veil. Romance isn’t the first thing on her mind and Ciarán is fully aware of this and gives her space- but Eamon may not…

Still working on really reasoning out the practicals of being a human/jackal/quasi-mythical creature. Not sure about a lot of the laws of this universe yet.

*Ro’s imagination gets away with her- Jackals don’t eat people!