Valentine's Day is fast approaching. No one wants to be alone on Valentine's Day! The relationship hunt is on. This is a dynamic that will take some getting used to for me though. As far as I knew, people usually tried to break up before Valentine's day to spare themselves the expense of buying a gift. Stupid concept, I'm aware. However, this new concept of a relationship hunt to ward of feelings of loneliness during cupid season is just as stupid to me. But who am I to judge?
So, from what I understand, in the month or two prior to February, people get these deep, desperate feelings of emptiness; feelings that they can't seem to shake no matter how hard they try. They're apparently very unhappy at the prospect that Valentine's Day will catch them curled up on their couch, alone, watching Love Actually, eating a tub of Haggen Dazs. Personally, I find that to be an excellently spent night. As it turns out, nights like these are for losers, who can't seem to find love. Go figure.
Losers like me however know that being alone doesn't amount to being lonely. So while you may be completely repulsed at the thought being alone this coming lovey dovey season, I am quite content with curling up in bed and watching Glee.
I caution you friends...don't jump into a situation because you're lonely. That will only result in a complication. How about you learn to be by yourself instead. There is a lot you still don't know about YOU...take some time to understand your own worth so that you can show others just how much that is.
Pink Duchess
xoxo
Sunday 26 February 2012
Spartacus is back...with a vengeance!
I haven't blogged in a minute. I'm a University student, cut me some slack.
Besides that, I haven't felt the urge to write in such a long time. And then I saw episode 5 of Spartacus: Vengeance...and all of that changed.
With the very sad and untimely death of Andy Whitfield and his subsequent replacement by Liam McIntyre, the second season of Spartacus started out feeling forced and lackluster. The passion that Whitfield so naturally emanated seemed absent from McIntyre's performance and he seemed to just be going through the motions. Nevertheless, I stuck with the show, because I am a true fan at heart. Still, as the season progressed, my faith wore thin and I feared that the series had seen its best days. Mira was my saving grace, her and my deeply rooted hatred for Ashur and the desire to see his head struck from his fucking body. I admire everything about Mira. Not only is she beautiful; she is one bad ass, ride or die bitch. Spartacus is lucky to have that one as friend rather than foe, lucky to call her his woman.
But even with Mira hacking off limbs like the bad bitch she is, I still felt like something was missing from the show. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I knew it wasn't there.
Then Libertus aired. I missed the regular Friday 10 pm showing because I was off feting and bacchanaling like a true Caribbean girl during Soca Season. I played catch up first thing Saturday afternoon, after awaking from a drunken slumber and believe you me, I laid there immobile and slack-jawed for an hour as everything that I had been hoping for all season played out before my very eyes.
FINAL-FUCKING-LY. This is what I've been wanting to see since January. The anger...the cleverness...the deception...the thwarted plans! The momentum of this episode from beginning to end was unfaltering; full of excitement and suspense right to the fiery end.
Never in a million years could I have predicted this sort of conclusion to a regular episode. I was so very excited! I felt like I was watching the season finale but its only the fifth fucking episode. I swear to you, when it was over, I had to get up and gather the bits of my brain scattered across my room. My mind was completely and utterly blown.
I will not attempt to summarize the episode. I do not believe I can do it justice. Try to catch one of the many eppy repeats on Starz.
As for me, all I have left to say is a hearty thank you to Steven DeKnight, Allison Miller and their team of writers for not letting my faith in them go in vain. You guys had me worried for a moment, but you've proven your genius.
Pink Duchess
xoxo
Besides that, I haven't felt the urge to write in such a long time. And then I saw episode 5 of Spartacus: Vengeance...and all of that changed.
With the very sad and untimely death of Andy Whitfield and his subsequent replacement by Liam McIntyre, the second season of Spartacus started out feeling forced and lackluster. The passion that Whitfield so naturally emanated seemed absent from McIntyre's performance and he seemed to just be going through the motions. Nevertheless, I stuck with the show, because I am a true fan at heart. Still, as the season progressed, my faith wore thin and I feared that the series had seen its best days. Mira was my saving grace, her and my deeply rooted hatred for Ashur and the desire to see his head struck from his fucking body. I admire everything about Mira. Not only is she beautiful; she is one bad ass, ride or die bitch. Spartacus is lucky to have that one as friend rather than foe, lucky to call her his woman.
But even with Mira hacking off limbs like the bad bitch she is, I still felt like something was missing from the show. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I knew it wasn't there.
Then Libertus aired. I missed the regular Friday 10 pm showing because I was off feting and bacchanaling like a true Caribbean girl during Soca Season. I played catch up first thing Saturday afternoon, after awaking from a drunken slumber and believe you me, I laid there immobile and slack-jawed for an hour as everything that I had been hoping for all season played out before my very eyes.
FINAL-FUCKING-LY. This is what I've been wanting to see since January. The anger...the cleverness...the deception...the thwarted plans! The momentum of this episode from beginning to end was unfaltering; full of excitement and suspense right to the fiery end.
Never in a million years could I have predicted this sort of conclusion to a regular episode. I was so very excited! I felt like I was watching the season finale but its only the fifth fucking episode. I swear to you, when it was over, I had to get up and gather the bits of my brain scattered across my room. My mind was completely and utterly blown.
I will not attempt to summarize the episode. I do not believe I can do it justice. Try to catch one of the many eppy repeats on Starz.
As for me, all I have left to say is a hearty thank you to Steven DeKnight, Allison Miller and their team of writers for not letting my faith in them go in vain. You guys had me worried for a moment, but you've proven your genius.
Pink Duchess
xoxo
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