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January 23, 2009

Well, let’s start with Smallville — if not cake, at least cookie for the parts where Clark was doing the undercover bit and Tess and Lana were going head to head. But jake for the kissing. I am SO tired of the Clark and Lana duet. It’s just running in circles because of inertia but there’s not any fire. I do wonder who Lana’s working with…

Neville’s return to iCarly. Well, Saturday I grumped about it — hey, Spencer went to law school how’d they get roped into that, does no one on the show know about contracts — but webbiest Wednesday’s rewatch made me laugh with the cupcake slideoff (although I’m disappointed Sam didn’t dip hers) and laugh at the hallway scene between Neville and our trip of web heroes. So cupcake for that one.

True Jackson — cake, high school reunion cake. The woman playing Amanda went so far out on the high and dangerous limb of the edge of comedy that I’m going to look up her name: Danielle Bisutti (and I will henceforth probably remember it as Biscotti, tying in with our theme). Apparently, she, Ron Butler, Ashley Argota and Keke Palmer (and Matt Shively has appeared in musicals) can sing — so when do we get the Mad Style Musicale Funny Face 2.0? True Jackson getting stronger all the time.

The Big Bang Theory — nearly always cake, the kind of fairy cake that Douglas Adams uses to power engines of science and starships, but cake nonetheless. Sheldon + total lack of social skills always great and I’ve suddenly started whistling again. Nothing as funny as the killer robot or Penny decking Howard and I am starting to miss Leslie Winkel, but Sheldon’s faint on a rope reverse spider a good pose.

Can’t decide about InkHeart and saw commercial for Push, which looked active, fun and not too gory. I love Chris Evans — he was fantastic (yes, ha) as the Human Torch in the FF movies. Just read an interview with him in The Advocate; sounds like a cool guy.

Dadnapped looks like fun in the Disney Channel previews — long time since I’ve seen George Newbern(although he’s been busy being Superman and such) and Moises Arias is just rocking the movie gigs (and the comedy). Sonny With A Chance looks like fun. The one Jonas Brothers show clip they showed didn’t impress me, but I’d bet on the Burning Up 3-D movie (if I hadn’t signed that little piece of paper — long story, see other entry)

FT Weekend notes:

Good Peter Aspden column about Man On Wire, one of the best movies I’ve seen and possibly the best heist film ever because it ALL actually happened.

I still want to take the Sarah Hemming tour of London theatre. She has me convinced of David Tennant’s Hamlet chops; if the RSC release on video, I will plan a viewing party.

Lovely opening line in Hemming’s The Armature of the Absolute review: “I once saw Ubu Roi performed with a cast of vegetables, which brought a certain crunch to the violence.”

And apparently I’m due a Midsummer review when my 1/22 paper arrives in the mail(tomorrow, if delivery delays have been sorted out) so I shall look forward to that.

And Harry Eyres has been in fine form the past couple of weeks, urging companionship and flexibility (stretching is what he actually advocates).

And in my quest for new reading material I did begin Twilight and yes, put out good money for it I could have used for a pizza or Mexican takeout or something that would have sustained me. I was seduced by humor and friction — a bit overwritten but Bella has an intelligent and humorous narrative voice– and the fact that relationships where people realize they’re attracted but aren’t actually that thrilled by the fact work for me. But then it got mired in MASSIVE GOOPINESS and I do mean GOOPY. Still haven’t finished it, although I did skip read through the end. Sustaining mood is so difficult as is ending something well. But at least I had that absorbed in what I’m reading feeling for almost half a book.

I did come to an interesting conclusion. Fantasy and science fiction writers are better off — they get to describe things from scratch. I always complain about contemporary writers who give you minute details about the condensation sweating down the side of a Pepsi can, but JK Rowlings gets a pass because she’s making up all the candies in a shop up and they’re fascinating and new. But that does mean double standard. And I have a low tolerance for paragraphs of descriptive prose.

When my friend Cassandra read In The Bleak December (movie and other rights still available) she said she had to remind herself it wasn’t a play. I was careful to go back after the first draft and make sure I’d described things enough aka more than I was comfortable with. Having a costume and set designer + actors can be a bad habit for an author.

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