Dead Like Me

So, as I mentioned yesterday, in a completely non-non-sequitor move into my words-obsession, I have found a new show.
Actually, it's not that new since I've seen it described in several places as a "cult hit" but nevertheless.

My Dear Friend Maria tells me that Pushing Daisies, my all-time favourite, is in fact, sort of a spin of of Dead Like Me. In one of the episodes, Roxy's reap doesn't show up, and apparently that is because Ned has been soul-recollecting.
But, you know, it doesn't really make sense, so IMO it's more of a "hey, I like this project, let's do another one vaguely related to it, only brighter and happier!" Which, ya know, I'm grateful for.

The Story:
Georgia "George" Lass is an 18-year-old who has zero interest in almost everything. She doesn't know what to do with her life, and is pretty lethargic overall. She dropped out of college and is on her first ever lunchbreak when she gets hit by a toilet seat, fallen from the de-orbiting MIR space station.
This earns her the nickname "Toilet-Seat Girl" which is funny.
What's not so funny: she's dead.
But not really. George, being the last soul collected by a grim reaper, has to take his place, collecting souls from the dead in the "External Influence" department, along with her merry fellow grim reapers.
Drama, tragedy and hilarity ensue.

Parts I like:
The funny deaths.

"My name's Daisy. Daisy Adair."

Basically all the characters but George. She's not too bad, but not very charming in any way. She improves on acquaintance though.
Reggie, George's kid sister.

Parts I don't like as much:
The tragic deaths. Little girls dying: not funny. Especially when they give those stupid humanizing details about them. "I like Donald Duck." Great, now I'll be thinking of that for a while.
I hate kids dying.

Overall:
I love the show. I expected something happy and shiny, but that's not this.
I mean sure, Pushing Daisies has its tragic sad bits (the aunts - not so funny. The crippling social anxiety? Not funny.), but overall it's just so happy and it cheers me right up.
Dead Like Me is the other side of that coin. It has its funny bits, but overall it's kind of sad in a beautiful, philosophical kind of way. It's a celebration of life, really, but still, it's not the woop! woop! I'm used to.
I still watched both seasons in a few days.

9/10!

Words, words, words

Last weekend, when we were at the movie rental place, The Boy and I noticed a show that Dear Maria had recommended, as being sort of "related" to Pushing Daisies. I speak, indeed, of Dead Like Me, which is about grim reapers. The deaths are funny. Otherwise, pretty tragic show.

Yes, we can see the difference here.

So I bought them. Yes, I am very hedonistic, thanks!

Anyway, in the first episode, female lead George (awesome name for a girl, by the bye, I want a male-sounding nickname now) introduces her family. Her mother Joy is described, among other things, as hating the word "moist" because she thinks it's pornographic.

She does look like someone who hates the word "moist".

That got me thinking about words.

You know how some words sound exactly like what they mean? Like "stern" and "rigorous" and "moist". I like "moist" now. I like those words in general.

I hate the word "umbrella". It doesn't make any sense to me. In Dutch, it's paraplu, from the French parapluie, which means "against rain". Makes sense, doesn't it? Well, "umbrella" doesn't. So I hate the word.

I like words with "graphic". I think they sound nice. Even "pornographic" sounds nice.
I like "initial". It sounds better than first.

I have the tendency to overuse words. To counteract this (I like counteract!) I tried overusing big words. You know, the kind that you don't normally use in an ordinary (woop!) conversation.

Is that counter-intuitive?

Before I regress into a child-like state (who am I kidding anyway?) - what are your favourite words?

Goodnight, and sweet dreams.

Feelgood pt. 2: Charlotte "Chuck" Charles

... and indeed, all of the wonderful double-concentrated feelgood that is Pushing Daisies.

Remember how I told you while we were sipping Bordeaux and admiring the sunset in my "about me" that I was going through a fun, colourful, perky clothing phase, as inspired by Chuck?
So do I.
And I feel - I really, really do feel - that I absolutely NEED to elaborate.


Lookit her! Innit she cuuute? Yeshi is! yeshiiss!

Chuck Charles is, character-wise, everything I wish and aspire to be (well, that + being a licensed therapist - and, you know, actually alive) in that everytime she pops up on my TV-screen, I start smiling spontaniously and start counting my blessings.

1. Am able to touch the man I love (though The Boy does not bake pies for a living, or is even remotely charmingly neurotic, like Ned)
2. I, too, can dress like her.
3. I, too, can spread the sunshine. People are intolerable rude (and in some cases, cruel) to one another. I like smiling at strangers. (if I feel safe and validated - as a precaution)

I also, within the ten minutes of her first appearance on said TV-screen, began to lament the fact that my fair was not, in fact, long, curly and/or brown. Luckily, I am usually a down-to-earth person, and after realizing I could not possibly remedy this fact, began to realize that there were other ways to spread the Chuck-happy.

But I'm starting to wander off here.
Point is: spreading the sunshine.
(and looking charmingly awesome).


What? Even her make-up was bee-related!

(I'll just mention this in passing, but this text editing tool sucks a-- is not of superior quality. Seriously, clicking the "i" thing means italics, not normal text. Unclicking it means stop with the italics already. Ugh.

Anyhoo, where was I?

Yes, my Chuck-inspired style.

Now, since my camera is broken and I am unfortunately unable to keep a photographer as my slave, I must rely on pictures from Google, so some are missing, and other are not quite what I have, as seen below:



My sunglasses are the ones on top. I rushed to your general aid with bad Paint-skills.

They're actually red, though, but otherwise, they're quite alike.
I bought them because they matched my red coat (H&M, 50 euros)
I cannot find a picture of it anywhere because H&M's website is the most idiot thing in the history of ever, but it's read, and tailored, and knee-lenght, and lined with red-white polkadot fabric on the inside. So yeah. Awesome.

I am still on a quest for summer shoes, since I normally just wear my combat boots (I have done so for the three previous summers) and I'm getting kind of sick of it.
So I need shoes with a heel that I can walk on, and that match most of my clothes.

And the current shoe fasion trends all kind of suck.

Woe is me. Woe indeed.

I feel rather distracted today, so I'll quit while I'm ahead and just leave you with this: