Night. If Hewlitt doesn't show up soon I'm going to bed.

I switched to Hex. The final two episodes.

I'm sure it will end lamely - as it began and as it went on.

I'm giving up on Boa V Python, it needs alcohol consumption or someone else in person to help mock it. I'm going to wait until it comes from Netflix and I can fast forward to all DH's parts.

OMG, I'm watching scifi.com video of a Comic Con panel with Richard Hatch, Bear McCreary, a science advisor to the show, and another guy, but I don't know what he does, becaus Richard Hatch is IN LOVE with the sound of his own voice, so no one else can get a word in. Good god, man, take a breath.

OK, and just as I said that, Bear piped up. He's a cutie pie.

Heh -- enjoying so much reading through the comments on Sands this morning, watched it all the way through last night. The second unit got to have a lot of fun with the railjob chase and all, and much better low budget SFX than usual, possibly because the writer/producer worked around them as much as possible. It wasn't very good, but by god you could tell the people who made it cared.

I tried to watch Sands, I really did. And I'm first in line to have Victor's babies, but damn if I could buy any of the effects. That Horus-thing really wasn't scary, and too much shadow-puppet death for me.

I tried to watch Sands, I really did. And I'm first in line to have Victor's babies, but damn if I could buy any of the effects. That Horus-thing really wasn't scary, and too much shadow-puppet death for me.

Yeah, I know what you mean. I watched random moments because of he W&P last night, and set my DVR to tape the later re-broadcast, but I deleted it today (without rewatching a moment of it) with a "what the HELL was I thinking?!?!?!?"

If there had been a snarky janitor and two robots in the front row cracking wise I would have been all over it, but it's kinda hard to read a W&P while watching a movie (especially since the TV and computer are in rooms at opposite ends of the apartment).

Okay, I read the W&P and I feel quite complete. Victor, call me. Or! Get a gig on Eureka.

I have discovered that being 2 degrees from Mr. Webster in 2 ways is more annoying than being a gazillion. Especially since I passed up the opportunity to introduce myself to him based on at least one of those connections.

Still, not watching the whole movie. Onto Kill Point instead.

While I was bedridden in front of a limited selection of TV, my saviour was Discovery Channel--which does cheesy movies! Okay, at least one. They had a normal show about the idea of weather control, and then a Sci Fi Channel-looking production about weather control gone amok that sets a hurricane on NYC.

Cheesy goodness, all hiding up there on the cable box dial.

Then I came home and forgot all about it.

Okay, due where due's due--the premise for Sands of Oblivion was kinda cool. I mean the whole "Arnie says y'all need to keep going" and "We're training the students by digging up fake Egyptology just up the street" thingummies.

Quite a creative way to do a homegrown Mummy.

Shame about the rest of it.

You really might want to check out the scene (very near the end) where Victor battles the cartoons, though. It is good fun.

I'll keep it around, then.