Looks like there are a couple more Eyes eps to become available. I'll put the first four on a DVD, and mail out three copies to start trees. By the weekend.
So absurdly happy.
I'd just been thinking about it over the last couple of days -- what with the semi-official word of no Inside DVDs, no how, no way, it occurred to me that if The Inside wasn't getting DVDs, then no way in hell would Eyes ever see the light of day again. I was about to hunt down the names of the writers and send them fangurl letters begging for at least plot outlines for the season-that-wasn't.
Actually, I should write those letters anyway, because the writing was so damn smart and fun and they deserve to know how fully what they created has stayed alive to at least one viewer.
That's exciting, Sue!
I have now made plans to get together with a slightly annoying friend to study for our test tonight. I don't really wanna.
Ahrg. Had to take a decongestant this morning, and apparently it's decided to have the drowsy side effect (usually it doesn't...which means I have to find something else until my system forgets it ever encountered it again.)
May have to take a walk shortly. My damned eyes want to cross.
Dang, I can't even write.
There's PSP porn, right? How squeeky kleen (so fresh and so clean clean) must Apple be to scare them away?
Yeah - I was thinking there wouldn't be Eyes DVDs either, sadly. I think I have them out of order, and there's some slight arcing up to episode 13 - not Minear-aware, but something.
Congrats, Sue. I hope you get into your email soon.
not to mention, what's the point of porn on a 2 inch screen?
Also, how do you prevent minors getting access?
That's ... That's not two inches, Vortex. Much bigger. Plus, it's not the size of your hardware, it's how you use it.
Restaurant reveiw: Ninja New York
CONFUSING the point of a restaurant with the mission of a "Saturday Night Live" skit, Ninja New York deposits you in a kooky, dreary subterranean labyrinth that seems better suited to coal mining than to supping. You are greeted there by servers in black costumes who ceaselessly bow, regularly yelp and ever so occasionally tumble, and you are asked to choose between two routes to your table.
The first is described by a ninja escort as simple and direct. The second is "dark, dangerous and narrow," involving a long tunnel and a drawbridge that descends only when your escort intones a special command, which he later implores you to keep secret.
Tommy, I just linked to that review in my LJ. The whole concept is just so wrong on so many levels.