Ok I lied

In my last post I said I would post, but schoolwork has taken over my life. I don't know when I'll actually have time to watch DW or any show at the moment. Classes end May 10th. So let's just see what happens yeah?

Brief Apology

Hello readers!

You may have noticed that I haven't posted about last week's Doctor Who yet. And here is why. I'm hearing impaired, so I watch TV with the closed captioning. For some reason on Saturday they weren't working when I tuned into watch DW. And they have accents. So basically, I haven't seen the new episode yet, but. I'm going to watch it today. It's on my Ondemand service and there will (hopefullly?) be captions.

So I will post about it As Soon As Possible, I will try to get it done before the next episode, but you should know that I have a ten page paper due on Monday.

Thank you for your patience!

Oh Memories, Where'd You Go?

Last week's episode of Doctor Who was one the episodes that made you go "aawww Doctor." I had a feeling it would be one of those times when he mentioned his grand-daughter. Whenever the Doctor drops a line about is dearly departed family, you know the rest of the episode is going to tug on your heart strings.

This also marked the first time Clara took an adventure in the TARDIS to a whole new world...where everyone's soul was going to be eaten to appease a giant god. Well, not *everyone's* soul at first, only after they made it angry. But Clara did learn the two rules of being with the Doctor, we don't stand by and watch things go wrong, and when we find something precious we try to save it at all costs.

Honestly. I don't think Doctor Who is going to get back to the glory it was when I started watching it until its head writer Stephen Moffat is gone. For one thing, sexism. And I am a feminist. For another, if this is yet another season where the way to solve the problem is to just reset the universe my head will explode. It was creative and astonishing the first time, but now it's just boring. Go away Moffat, your time has come.

This will not affect my watching the show, by the way.

PS title taken from Panic! At the Disco's Memory

Ta-ta for Now

And just like that, season four of Justified is over.

I thought, based on the previews from the previous episode, that the show-down in the baby's nursery would be an epic, episode long staring match. A 40 minute battle of wits. But it didn't take more than five minutes for Raylan to shoot down every bad guy. And then began Raylan's mission to find Nicky Augustine.

Raylan needed the successor of Theo Tonin (who had escaped out of country after losing Drew Thompson) to be his son, Sammy. Because if Nicky made a successful grab for power, Raylan and his family would be on his list. Not a good place to be. However, Raylan had been (finally) officially suspended that morning. So he couldn't go after Augustine as a U.S. Marshal. And Art told him if he did he shouldn't come back. Luckily Sammy got some guts and managed to take out Augustine himself.

Meanwhile, Boyd and Ava had made the decision to move Delroy's body. Delroy was the man running the brothel before Ava. Ava shot him, and Ellen May witnessed it. But Murphy's law was governing them during the episode, and everything that could go wrong did. The police found the body first, Raylan picked up Boyd to get Augustine, and then they were double-crossed. Now it looks like poor Ava is going to the big house.

And once again, for the last time, Raylan and Boyd are the same person. It's the end of the season, and they have both gotten what they started chasing at the beginning. Raylan caught Drew Thompson, a promotion worthy feat. And Boyd now controls the heroin business in Kentucky. But at the end of the episode, they were just two lonely men, standing in empty houses.

I Hope You Had the Time of Your Life

I realize the season finale of Justified happened this week and I will make that post soon, but first things first. This is a blog about entertaining shows, so I'm going to tell you about the best night of my life (last night April 3rd) because I went to see Green Day. So this blog post comes in three parts, 1) brief backstory 2) earlier in the day/Best Coast 3) Green Day.

Part One: A Brief History of Green Day and Me
I started listening to Green Day when American Idiot came out, about eight years ago. I was around 12 years old. It was my mom who introduced me to the band. She loved American Idiot, and she basically forced me to listen to it in the car on our way to pick up my younger sister. That was the last time I had to be forced to listen to Green Day. They are my favorite band and the band that helped me get to all my other favorite bands. They mean more to me than I could put into words. So you can imagine that when my original date was canceled, I was devastated. But my wonderful parents, who know how much this stuff means to me, and how long I've been waiting to see them, told me that if I found a way into Philly, they'd put in $100 for a ticket. I found a ride, and a ticket was bought. Bringing us to part two.

Part Two: The Events Leading up the the Event
So yesterday I woke up and my first thought was TODAY I SEE GREEN DAY. Yes, it was in all caps in my head. The countdown that I had started in January was finally over. As I waited for three o'clock to roll around, I started to (literally) sweat with anticipation. I thought I was going to puke from the excitement. I usually get like that right before concerts, but this concert was eight years in the making, so it was magnified tenfold. Finally it was three and time to leave for the venue. I got there at five, and doors were *supposed* to open at 5:30, but when are these things on time? So I and my fellow Green Day fans stood outside in the cold and wind for an extra hour before we were finally let inside. I found what seemed to be a good spot, and settled in.

The opener was Best Coast, and that night they had the awkward set that I'm sure every opener has had at least once. They played, we stood there like fish. They weren't bad, although there was more bass than necessary, we just really didn't care all that much. We were there to see Green Day. So onto part three.

Part Three: Wherein I Almost Lose a Shoe and Cry
Suddenly. The stage lights came on. We started screaming. And there, coming out from backstage...was a man in a pink bunny suit, double-fisting beers. We sang along to Blitztreg Bop as he chugged one of the beers and finally staggered off stage. And THEN Green Day ran on the stage. I feel I should mention this. Green Day has a lot of fans. And they are all ages. So mixed in with the crowd of 20-somethings like myself, there were ten year olds with their parents. I was near the front and only had a brief moment to think "I don't think this is a good place to be." before all hell broke loose. Instead of ending up between or behind the mosh pit, I'd ended up in front of it. So when the pink bunny appeared there was a rush to the stage and a lot of pushing. And then I almost lost my shoe. The crowd was pushed hard to the right during the third song and someone stepped on the back of my shoe. I managed to get it back on my foot, but I was worried for a second. Eventually, I made it behind the mosh pit and was still able to see the members of my favorite band. They played old songs and new songs. I screamed every word. I jumped. I danced. I helped a mosh pit.

I knew that the traditional closer, "Good Riddance (Time of your Life)", wasn't on the setlist, because Rolling Stone had posted the setlist. I was bummed when I saw that, because I felt it was part of Green Day's concert experience. So when they finished the encore (not with Good Riddance) and the house lights went up, I was the only one not confused. We started to slowly make our way out. But then. Billie Joe came back. Got an acoustic. And played "Good Riddance." And I cried. Best night ever.



Extreme Special Thanks to
My roommate Nicole and her parents for taking me into and picking me up from Philly.
My parents who have always understood my love for music and concerts. Thank you so much for the ticket.
Green Day. For all the music and for an amazing unforgettable night.

There's 104 days of summer vacation...

is the opening line of the theme song for the world's best cartoon, Phineas and Ferb. It runs on the Disney Channel, and in my humble opinion it is the only good show on the Disney Channel nowadays.

It features brothers Phineas and Ferb (as the title indicates), their older sister Candance, and their three friends. The plot of the show is simple. Over summer vacation the brothers have to come up with interesting ways to entertain themselves.

Simple. And yet. The activities that Phineas and Ferb get up to are not your run-of-the-mill summer activities. Or if they are, they amp them up to epic proportions. This is where the beauty of cartoons comes into play. The characters can do whatever they want. So the brothers build space-high roller coasters, hold concerts, and invent and build impossible machines.

But one of the great things about this show is how self-aware it is. It often pokes fun at itself, thereby transcending from a show just for kids, to a show for everyone. My favorite thing is the reaction of adults towards Phineas and Ferb when they get deliveries. Perhaps in another cartoon, there would be no questioning the main characters' actions at all. But the delivery people always say "Hey aren't you a little young to...?"

And there's always a side adventure with Perry the Platypus, the family pet/secret agent, and his bumbling arch nemesis Doofensmirch. Perry always wins.

And poor Candance. Spending her eternal summer attempting to "bust" her brothers projects to their mom, ending their fun once and for all. Yet something totally unexpected happens, wiping away all trace of her brothers adventures, and leaving her looking like an idiot.

There are so many things I could write about this show. But you should go discover it instead. It's on Netflix. And the Disney Channel. So watch and enjoy some impossibilities.