<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654</id><updated>2012-01-20T18:41:30.709+01:00</updated><category term='gay stuff'/><category term='anime'/><category term='sex'/><category term='music'/><category term='buffy/whedon related'/><category term='podcasts'/><category term='family values'/><category term='tv shows'/><category term='general geekiness'/><category term='movies'/><category term='comics'/><title type='text'>eponinethen</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog mostly contains rants about movies, tv shows, music, geeky and gay stuff and occationally myself. This is not a blog with sophisticated reviews or deep analyses. I rant, that's what I do, mhm.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-3111283854432434855</id><published>2008-07-18T09:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:37:25.315+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Meryl's Mamma Mia....</title><content type='html'>Being a Swede, I've never really listened to ABBA. It's fun music in my opinion, but I've never been a fan. And even though I've always been a huge fan of musical, I'd never go and see Mamma Mia on stage. Anyways. Meryl Streep, well, I pretty much want to marry that woman. And Amanda Seyfried, well, I'm a &lt;i&gt;huge&lt;/i&gt; Veronica Mars fan, and I love her on Big Love as well. So. I decided I wanted to see &lt;b&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/b&gt;, the movie. Being broke, and in my hometown this week, I talked my mom into taking me to the movies to see Mamma Mia the day before my birthday. And. I mean I thought I'd have a good time, I thought it was gonna be fun music and stuff but. I loved this movie, and I so did not see that coming. I fell in love with Meryl Streep all over, I loved the sense of humour in the movie, loved the realness of the characters, and now I find myself listening to the soundtrack. I don't know if there's something wrong with me, but I am frakking in love with this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-Vnp10kgaA/SIBMSi_v3AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rAfqfqgQ3JI/s1600-h/Bild+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-Vnp10kgaA/SIBMSi_v3AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rAfqfqgQ3JI/s400/Bild+6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224259449265314818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-3111283854432434855?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/3111283854432434855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=3111283854432434855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/3111283854432434855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/3111283854432434855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2008/07/meryls-mamma-mia.html' title='Meryl&apos;s Mamma Mia....'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-Vnp10kgaA/SIBMSi_v3AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rAfqfqgQ3JI/s72-c/Bild+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-3483083207129092417</id><published>2007-12-11T10:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:49:20.543+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stuff'/><title type='text'>Let's promote drugs and homosexuality</title><content type='html'>I don't believe people like this exist.&lt;br /&gt;It's "interesting" to hear people's views on how sex/sexuality/heterosexuality/homosexuality/men/women/etc. are connected though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3fnu7_bill-oreilly-lesbian-cutest-couple_news&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-3483083207129092417?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/3483083207129092417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=3483083207129092417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/3483083207129092417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/3483083207129092417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2007/12/lets-promote-drugs-and-homosexuality.html' title='Let&apos;s promote drugs and homosexuality'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-8965633668108741454</id><published>2007-12-02T11:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:43:55.807+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color:#000000; padding:5px; width:540px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.logoonline.com/player/embed/afterellen" width="540" height="405" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="CONFIG_URL=http://www.logoonline.com/player/embed/afterellen/configuration.jhtml%3fvid%3D192684%26autoPlay=false&amp;allowFullScreen=true&amp;hasContinuousPlay=false" allowFullScreen="true" AllowScriptAccess="never" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.afterellen.com" style="text-decoration:none; color:#FFFFFF; font-size:10px; font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Lesbian video from AfterEllen.com &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-8965633668108741454?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/8965633668108741454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=8965633668108741454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/8965633668108741454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/8965633668108741454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2007/12/lesbian-video-from-afterellen.html' title=''/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-6725753545130987027</id><published>2007-11-26T12:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:37:25.849+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stuff'/><title type='text'>Sexuality and gender in BSG-world</title><content type='html'>A few things I found interesting in After Ellen's interview with Tricia Helfer (6 on &lt;b&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/b&gt;) and Michael Taylor (writer of &lt;b&gt;Razor&lt;/b&gt;, BSG movie):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;AfterEllen: As a writer writing in the BSG universe, how do you feel sexual orientation is viewed in that (albeit fictional) society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Taylor: I tend to think that in this respect, at least, they're a bit more enlightened than we are, which is partly why we didn't want to make much of a fuss about the idea of Cain being "gay," if indeed she is gay, or if indeed Colonial society places much importance on sexual orientation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why are all romantic and/or sexual relationships on the show (not counting Razor obviously) heterosexual? That seems very odd to me. When I started watching the show, I almost thought that men and women were equals on this show. I really wish they had created a world without gender in BSG, that would have been majorly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;AE: When the Season 2 episodes "Pegasus" and "Resurrection Ship" were written, was Admiral Cain's relationship with Gina/Number Six already in the backstory, or was that relationship created for Razor? If so, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Taylor: That relationship was indeed created for Razor, though it developed from our desire to explore whether Cain's anger and revulsion at Gina, so evident in her first appearance in Season 2's "Pegasus," had a personal component. At which point, the idea that the pair had had an intimate relationship quickly came to mind. It made Gina's betrayal that much more devastating for Cain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw those episodes of season 2, and I did wonder whether they had thought of the back story before that.. it certainly seemed like it judging by how strongly Cain felt about Gina and how she treated her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;AE: Gina in "Razor" seemed to genuinely care for Helena Cain, but she was also clearly doing the work of the Cylons. Do you think Gina had genuine feelings for Cain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia Helfer: I do believe that Gina had genuine feelings for Cain. Very much like Six (Caprica Six) who cared intensely for Baltar — that didn't stop her from completing her mission either.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.afterellen.com/TV/2007/11/razor-triciahelfer-michaeltaylor?page=0%2C0"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whole Interview&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-Vnp10kgaA/R0qvPTJukjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pM1wclKtiys/s1600-h/Razor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-Vnp10kgaA/R0qvPTJukjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pM1wclKtiys/s200/Razor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137111002343445042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt; And geeze Admiral Cain is hot/interesting. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-6725753545130987027?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/6725753545130987027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=6725753545130987027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/6725753545130987027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/6725753545130987027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2007/11/sexuality-and-gender-in-bsg-world.html' title='Sexuality and gender in BSG-world'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-Vnp10kgaA/R0qvPTJukjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pM1wclKtiys/s72-c/Razor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-7815716715081245931</id><published>2007-11-20T14:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T14:53:15.112+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='podcasts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stuff'/><title type='text'>Kelka love</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why I stopped listening to &lt;a href="http://www.theplanetcast.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Planet Cast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. KC and Elka are fucking hilarious, and you don't even need to watch a whole lot of The L Word to enjoy their podcast (which is normally about the L Word though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at this they were in Curve Magazine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.theplanetcast.proboards106.com/index.cgi?board=podcast&amp;action=display&amp;thread=1195083261&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-7815716715081245931?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/7815716715081245931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=7815716715081245931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/7815716715081245931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/7815716715081245931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2007/11/kelka-love.html' title='Kelka love'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-6965452135447922556</id><published>2007-11-02T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:18:46.425+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buffy/whedon related'/><title type='text'>Eliza + Joss = TV = Love</title><content type='html'>I'm late and I bet you already heard of this. But nothing could make an epo happier. I cried, a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whedon's new Fox series, called Dollhouse, stars Miss Eliza Dushku, best known as Faith to you Buffy the Vampire Slayer fans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/gossip/kristin/detail/index.jsp?uuid=972f7d73-e0a2-43ea-abad-0abf6afba1f3"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eliza + Joss = TV = Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-6965452135447922556?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/6965452135447922556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=6965452135447922556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/6965452135447922556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/6965452135447922556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2007/11/eliza-joss-tv-love.html' title='Eliza + Joss = TV = Love'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-3460357571926207766</id><published>2007-10-18T22:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:37:25.960+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stuff'/><title type='text'>Oh Laurel</title><content type='html'>I have an illness, an illness I say! This androgyny obsession has gone too far. Want proof? Well, I'm watching &lt;b&gt;The Incredible Adventures of Two Girls in Love&lt;/b&gt;, and I'm finding Laurel Holloman cute. Yeah? Told ya? Too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say. You're right Fran, it's not a good movie, but it was cuter and more entertaining than I thought it would be. And yes, I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; sort of ashamed to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-Vnp10kgaA/RxfBAe0-2eI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Gepo7DG4VjM/s1600-h/tiaotgil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-Vnp10kgaA/RxfBAe0-2eI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Gepo7DG4VjM/s200/tiaotgil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122775315176675810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt; Realized that it must seem as if I think Laurel Holloman is really ugly etc., that's not at all what I meant. I guess it's somewhat an inside joke, I just don't usually like her characters much, and people who know me know that her "2 girls in love"-character is not normally someone I'd find attractive.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-3460357571926207766?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/3460357571926207766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=3460357571926207766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/3460357571926207766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/3460357571926207766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-laurel.html' title='Oh Laurel'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-Vnp10kgaA/RxfBAe0-2eI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Gepo7DG4VjM/s72-c/tiaotgil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-5225192445945831333</id><published>2007-10-15T20:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:54:46.149+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Strawberry Panic</title><content type='html'>I love subtext as much as the next sick-of-heteronormative-movies-y lesbian, I really do. But sometimes it's nice when something actually happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about nude sex scenes or even heavy make out sessions (though I guess I wouldn't complain about the last one), but at least crushes that aren't only subtext but actually outspoken? Kissing? I dunno maybe &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; romantic drama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I like &lt;b&gt;Strawberry Panic&lt;/b&gt;. Mhm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-5225192445945831333?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/5225192445945831333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=5225192445945831333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/5225192445945831333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/5225192445945831333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2007/10/strawberry-panic.html' title='Strawberry Panic'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-6472897901495260595</id><published>2007-10-15T10:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:37:26.127+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Lesbian paradise?</title><content type='html'>So I've started watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strawberry_Panic!"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strawberry Panic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And even though people have told me it sucks (*cough* mire *cough*), I am really starting to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got three all girls boarding schools, where the girls from all three schools sleep in the same dorms. The characters aren't super original, neither are the storylines really, some relationships are kinda weird etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; female characters in this show, they barely even ever mention boys and it's all about relationships/crushes/etc. What this leads to is that &lt;b&gt;lesbianism becomes the norm&lt;/b&gt;. All the characters we meet have crushes on the other girls, and they don't even mention that it's girl/girl love and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, in this show and at these school lesbianism seems to be the norm (at least so far, I haven't seen the whole show). They don't even mention homosexuality – or heterosexuality for that matter – and we seem to be living in a world with only girls. &lt;i&gt;Or&lt;/i&gt;, I suppose, a world without gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just wish Amane Ohtori would be promoted to a regular on the show...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-Vnp10kgaA/RxMgxe0-2cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/v-BPcPA9Wbw/s1600-h/sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-Vnp10kgaA/RxMgxe0-2cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/v-BPcPA9Wbw/s200/sp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121473235711351234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-6472897901495260595?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/6472897901495260595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=6472897901495260595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/6472897901495260595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/6472897901495260595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2007/10/lesbian-paradise.html' title='Lesbian paradise?'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C-Vnp10kgaA/RxMgxe0-2cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/v-BPcPA9Wbw/s72-c/sp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-2145759598692465574</id><published>2007-10-07T13:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T10:10:01.546+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general geekiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Hakura my love</title><content type='html'>I do love androgyny – right now more than ever. I've never had a very feminine body, but I've always looked/acted very "girly" and I really hate it. I should cut my hair but I dunno if it'd work. I should get taller and get muscles. Hm. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new major crush. &lt;b&gt;Hakura&lt;/b&gt; aka &lt;b&gt;Sailor Uranus&lt;/b&gt;. Seriously. And her and Michiru (Neptune), how cute aren't they as a couple? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=juEp8p3AbWo"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hakura/Michiru - Androgyny&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - I'm not a fan of fan videos, especially ship ones, but hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith – if you ever read this – isn't she the kind of girl you'd have a character crush on as well? Do you watch Sailor Moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, I want to watch Sailor Moon season 3 forever and all the time. Thank you Susanna and Jenni :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-2145759598692465574?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/2145759598692465574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=2145759598692465574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/2145759598692465574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/2145759598692465574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2007/10/hakura-my-love.html' title='Hakura my love'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-6798536854600399817</id><published>2007-08-09T08:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T08:59:28.571+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>The right and necessity to objectify</title><content type='html'>They might be oh so realistic, but I wouldn't miss the sexist remarks on women if they were removed. I love black comedy, especially of the high school kind. I love exaggeration and parody – to a certain extend. Both &lt;b&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/b&gt; and the incredible TV show &lt;b&gt;Popular&lt;/b&gt; do it, for example. And I love the extreme relationships between all the girls. I love the backstabbing, the bitching and the popularity wars – between the girls. I love everything but the obsession with looking supersexy for the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I especially don't love is the guys, and the constant commenting on the girls. Why do even female writers feel the need to add small sexist remarks the whole fucking time in TV shows? The &lt;i&gt;She's a hottie&lt;/i&gt;-type of comments. The constant looks, them turning their heads, forgetting about everything but the oh so sexy girl for a few seconds. The turning men into fucking hormone monsters. Do all males on TV have to be testosterone OD-ing? How is it possible that that's accepted, and even the norm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, most TV-show chicks are oversexed, stereotypically perfect babes. Who wouldn't look? Right? No. Wrong. Female characters on film and TV have to be &lt;i&gt;prettygirls&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Prettygirls&lt;/i&gt; are supposed to be on TV for everyone to look at, sureness. That's not today's topic. That does also &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; make objectifying them a necessity. It does not make it funny, "normal" or alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not bother me – anymore cause hello product of oversexed pop culture society – that the super clever and brainy &lt;b&gt;Veronica Mars&lt;/b&gt; is cute as a button. She has to be, it's TV. What bothers me is that every male character on the show who lays an eye on her – no matter how nice, cool, smart they are – look like they're getting an erection right there and then. Is that necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. Girls on TV are generally pretty, those are "the rules", and that's a subject for another rant, one that I'll never write. But that does &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; make objectification funny, and what is both scary and frustrating to me is that we almost expect it. In our own lives we shudder and walk faster when we – once in a lifetime unless you look like those TV show girls – get those comments. But on TV we expect it 'cause they are the prettygirls. They are the babes. They are there to be looked at, and they deserve the objectification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure. Do turn all male characters into animals who crave sex with everything they lay eyes on with a pair of boobs. And you wonder why I prefer shows and movies with only female characters? The idea of men – that both men and women have – that they can't control their thoughts and actions 'cause of their dick, is demeaning and insane. Hormones and &lt;i&gt;prettygirls&lt;/i&gt; do &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; give men the right to be assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV shows are not usually feminist, and quite often sexist. But this is absurd. This is not entertaining or okay. So please please please, tell me, are the constant sexist remarks a necessity?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-6798536854600399817?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/6798536854600399817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=6798536854600399817' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/6798536854600399817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/6798536854600399817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2007/08/right-and-necessity-to-objectify.html' title='The right and necessity to objectify'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-5925943743358582671</id><published>2007-07-25T22:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:42:46.640+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stuff'/><title type='text'>Not enough man loving, not enough man hating</title><content type='html'>Well. We all know that it's a problem when something happens to not at all be about men – or even for men really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As lesbians who never reference their oppression or even their sexuality, Tegan and Sara don't have men to lash out at, put up with or gripe about. This may be why their uncommonly detailed love songs are so short on drama - a riddle worth pondering, because their keyboard-heavy, New Wave-ish music is also uncommonly catchy. When Sara changes up a chorus with a melodically climactic "But I promise this/I won't go my whole life/Telling you I don't need," or Tegan caps a verse with a hook that goes, "All I need to hear is that you're not mine," your musical impulse is to empathize, if not identify. But the objects of their romantic ambivalence remain distant - the focus is the singer's feelings, examined rather than indulged. Tune seekers will admire many of these songs - "The Con," "Nineteen," "Back in Your Head," "Like O, Like H." But that doesn't mean they'll fully connect with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/reviews/album/15567392/review/15605575/the_con"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-5925943743358582671?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/5925943743358582671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=5925943743358582671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/5925943743358582671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/5925943743358582671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-enough-man-loving-not-enough-man.html' title='Not enough man loving, not enough man hating'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-1345796611653009503</id><published>2007-07-20T15:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T16:06:57.648+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family values'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stuff'/><title type='text'>Viagra, my love</title><content type='html'>"[&lt;b&gt;Viagra&lt;/b&gt;] doesn’t make men into good lovers. For many women, it has merely highlighted the incompetence of their lovers. More crucially, it has laid bare a female secret that many men never knew. &lt;b&gt;Penetrative sex&lt;/b&gt; does not necessarily give women the best orgasms – and, depending on which study you read, anything from a third to 52% of women never have orgasms in this way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How&lt;/i&gt; is it possible that it is 2007, and people have presumably had sex since like forever – don't ask me why – and they are only &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt; starting to [officially] realise what women like when it comes to sex. Not to mention &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; they do, and that it isn't actually depending on a penis. (How many friends haven't asked me if I – being a lesbian – don't feel like there is something missing? "No, my friend", I tell them, "you just haven't realised yet that there is just something in the way.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are realising there are important differences in sexual arousal and responsiveness between men and women, and considerable variation between individual women – more than there is in men – in their sexual responsiveness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sexual-dysfunction industry [says that] there must be something wrong with the clitorises of these women. A recent paper in the US Journal of Obstetrics and Gynaecology described an earnest effort to investigate “pudendal nerve integrity” after discovering 48.2% of its sample had “desire disorder, arousal, orgasmic or pain disorders”. Not great if you are selling a drug that gives men urgent erections."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only yesterday I was listening to the news on the radio, and there was a new report that many young women experience pain when having sex (I'm assuming they're talking about penetration here, but I obviously couldn't ask them – them being on the radio and all). Now, they &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; it might be their birth control pills 'causing it. Considering how many problems related to sex are connected to those pills – loss of sexual appetite (gotta love that phrase), pain, not being able to orgasm, hey the list goes on – you'd really think they'd come up with something better, no? Apparently not – it is still the birth control recommended to young women. But pain? Hello. This girl was talking about how it hurt every time for years and years – and no one asked her if she ever considered not having penetrative sex. (Sweetie, you know, he doesn't have to put it there if you don't like it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Katherine Angel, a Cambridge philosopher researching cultural attitudes to sexual problems, thinks [most women are uninterested in penetrative sex], whatever their age. “Women are being told they must have a male attitude to sex. It is becoming procedural and technical, and if you are not having lots of penetrative sex and reaching a climax, you are dysfunctional. The majority of women fail to reach orgasm during penetrative sex, which must mean the majority of women have a disease. The drive to narrow the definition of what sex is about is very worrying.”"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/health/article2060810.ece"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Link&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All quotes are from this article, but I didn't quote even a third of it, read on though, it's interesting.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-1345796611653009503?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/1345796611653009503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=1345796611653009503' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/1345796611653009503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/1345796611653009503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2007/07/viagra-my-love.html' title='Viagra, my love'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-5892951940769186903</id><published>2007-07-17T22:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:37:26.385+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general geekiness'/><title type='text'>Melaka Fray</title><content type='html'>I have finally made the decision. I want two kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got to open another piece of Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In the last few weeks, I have found my way back to God, so many times. Today was one of those times. God just melted my tired and fucking annoyed heart, and told me there is still goodness in the world. There is still awesomeness. And there is still geekiness.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;God – according to me and those I hold dearly – being Joss Whedon. Joss Whedon did of course write the Bible, aka Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the [insert something that accompanies the Bible, I'm not great with religious texts] that is Angel, and the... Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I could go on forever listing all the awesome things Joss Whedon has done for me – and well humanity – but I'm just gonna make things simple and link you &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYaczoJMRhs"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so you won't have to listen to me rambling on all day like the crazy fundamental religious person that I am. [That'll give you a general idea of his awesomeness.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Joss Whedon – aka God – also wrote &lt;b&gt;Fray&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Fray once, and it was awesome, duh. I read Fray once and ever since I have been wanting to re-read it. I have been wanting to take, have – but being one of those who &lt;i&gt;buy&lt;/i&gt;, I have failed failed failed cause of poorness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah this girl right, she said "hey let's get you a birthday present" and there was Fray. And here is me happy. Like &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;. Or something slightly more awesome-sounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[As they always say...] Joss Whedon once wrote: &lt;i&gt;My visions of the future are always pretty much the standard issue: The rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and there are flying cars.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Actually, I didn't have a point there, I just wanted to post that quote. 'Cause it's awesome.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I need two kids. I need a daughter called Melaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-Vnp10kgaA/Rp0s4HuopnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/BGmoV2Q1HJo/s1600-h/tpb01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-Vnp10kgaA/Rp0s4HuopnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/BGmoV2Q1HJo/s200/tpb01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088272496657475186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-5892951940769186903?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/5892951940769186903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=5892951940769186903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/5892951940769186903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/5892951940769186903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2007/07/melaka-fray.html' title='Melaka Fray'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C-Vnp10kgaA/Rp0s4HuopnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/BGmoV2Q1HJo/s72-c/tpb01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-115960869780133549</id><published>2006-09-30T11:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:43:45.846+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stuff'/><title type='text'>Kissing Jessica Stein - wtf?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/1600/kjs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/200/kjs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Around the wedding scene I was thinking the movie would be a &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; bit too sugar sweet if it ended right there right then. But hell I would have prefered that – cause fuck...!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ok, you know how on Amazon they have all these lists that members have made, with – for example – "my favourite musicals", "greatest TV series boxsets" and "looking for lesbian films to watch?". Yeah, there are quite many lists with lesbian movies, and there are a few movies that tend to show up on most of them. One of these – and one of the only ones I hadn't seen to this morning – is &lt;b&gt;Kissing Jessica Stein&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now, I always expected this one to be rather corny – probably one of those movies where you sit through two hours of waiting for the two girls to kiss, and finally in the last scene, they do. That's what I expected, and I honestly didn't feel like Kissing Jessica Stein was a movie I had to see. Well, I expected wrong – and this I realised almost immediately as I started watching. The characters where a lot more interesting than I thought they would be – actually, Jessica herself reminded me a lot of a girl I dated for a few months a while back – and the story wasn't quite so much an i-love-you-but-i-don't-wan't-to-be-gay story as I had imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, I was happy with what I found. Girl hasn't dated in a while, doesn't like the men she does date, meets girl, likes girl, is a bit awkward but hey it's all cute and it all goes relatively well. Pretty much all through the movie. Yayness – right? Personally, I didn't use to be into the whole sweet-love-story-with-a-happy-ending thing, I don't really see myself as that person – but to be honest, I completely adore movies like But I'm A Cheerleader and Imagine Me &amp; You. I need those unrealistic tales to give me hope yet make me feel depressed and lonely – and I trusted Kissing Jessica Stein to do that same thing for me! But oh my Joss did it disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I say &lt;i&gt;disappoint&lt;/i&gt;, I am obviously not talking about the actual movie as much as the ending. Turning Jessica straight was a bad idea – bad bad bad. And the ending just didn't make sense – what were they trying to say with this? This certainly wasn't the simplest way to end the movie, so they must have had some kind of point in doing so. Not only does the couple we have wooted for the entire movie not end up together – but our main character falls for the man she has been not interested in for years and years and years? Uh uh, bad decision.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Again, I would have prefered it if they ended it after Jessica's brother's wedding – when everything was almost annoyingly sweet – 'cause basically... this was no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yes I am being childish, but I really expected this to be a silly lesbian happy ending story – that's what I wanted to see... Ah well, I guess I'll have to rewatch Imagine Me &amp; You for the tenth time then. See ya babes. Mhm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-115960869780133549?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/115960869780133549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=115960869780133549' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115960869780133549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115960869780133549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2006/09/kissing-jessica-stein-wtf.html' title='Kissing Jessica Stein - wtf?'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-115944712429171613</id><published>2006-09-28T14:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:43:55.702+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stuff'/><title type='text'>We just never stop being fucking hilarious, do we?</title><content type='html'>I just never stops being funny, does it? I could mention something about kindergarten-behaviour and childishness, but it's not even that simple. We're doing a film course, and I've got 20 year old boys – uh, yes boys – in my class who can't stop giggling over words like "homodiegetisk" and "analeptisk" (Swedish words, mind you, but you get the associations).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I know what you're going to say – they're insecure about their all sexuality, right? But no, it's not even that simple. They keep making &lt;b&gt;gay-related joke after gay-related joke&lt;/b&gt;, and can't stop associating every single word to gay things, making every sentence "homo erotic" – but they keep stressing the fact that there's nothing wrong with being gay, and they aren't afraid to act in a way they themself think seems gay. If they were acting in an at all homophobic way, I would be offended and confront them about it, but they're just being kids. Though I can't but wonder – when will they stop?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is all fun up until some point. Hey even I can laugh about that stuff – &lt;i&gt;even&lt;/i&gt; I? It's not like what they're talking about has got anything to do with me, I'm not a gay man, and they hardly ever mention gay girls, guess that's a whole different thing for guys.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yeah, as I said, it's all fun – or at least ok – up until a point. Then it just stops being fun. Or so I thought – apparently they don't think so though. At some point it starts becoming lame, at another point it's just pointless, and then, at the third point, it's just annoying. Come one, is this what it's going to be like all year? 'Cause in the end, this will be too much, and I'll just have to decide on ignoring the whole bunch of guys all together.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I guess my conclusion is that, even though my classmates are all nice, funny and "gayfriendly" people – and even though I certainly am no gay man and their words don't hurt me the least – it will always bother me when people I normally like turn gays into something to laugh at. It can be funny, sure, everything is at times – but when gay people and "the gay lifestyle" become the only things you actually laugh at...? Nah, it just ain't cool no more, sorry guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/1600/danaalice.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/200/danaalice.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-115944712429171613?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/115944712429171613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=115944712429171613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115944712429171613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115944712429171613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-just-never-stop-being-fucking.html' title='We just never stop being fucking hilarious, do we?'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-115944573097214157</id><published>2006-09-28T14:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:44:14.059+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Lars Winnerbäck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/1600/lwhovet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/200/lwhovet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't go to concerts very frequently – I'm a poor student and I just don't have the money. However, about two years ago my friend had two tickets to &lt;b&gt;Lars Winnerbäck&lt;/b&gt;, and she gave me one. Those of you who are not Swedes will not have heard about this man. He's awesome, trust me, but don't listen to him – he's a poet, his voice is nice and all, but what makes him great are the lyrics he writes, they are beautiful, and no translation could ever do them justice.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyhow, this concert we went to. Two years ago. Started off with this tiny blonde Swedish girl, wearing a huge black hoodie – Anna Ternheim, her you should listen to though – singing her lovely and sort of sad songs, and then leaving the stage for Winnerbäck to enter. Now, this guy usually has his band with him (Hovet, heh), but this time he was all alone. We – as in the audience – were all sitting down all quiet (well ok not &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; quiet) listening to this rather scruffy looking man, on a chair with his guitar. Just. Singing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have never cried that much in my life. Ever. And I'm not talking tiny tears in my eyes – I was crying like a baby, for two hours. Obviously there is a much longer story to why his music means so much to me, but that stuff is personal. Point is. I cried. So did my friend and most people in the room. So would a hell of a lot other people have done – including my dear sister Joamna – had they been there. Point is. This man touches people. In an almost creepy – but tey not creepy at all – way.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So when Rakel – the friend who gave me the ticket that time – asks me in April if I want to go with her to see Lars Winnerbäck in Umeå in July, I said yes almost immediately – even though it cost crazy 350sek (which is a lot for a concert with a Swedish guy). Now, this time was something completely different. It was "Lars Winnerbäck och hovet", which means his band was there too. Which meant they played a lot of newer songs (that I don't know that well), and less sad songs and more like happy ones? But it also meant, way less crying and way more smiling like a maniac. Again – this guy's music makes me feel stuff, and these people, singing together like this, made me wish (again again again) that I belonged to the musical part of our family, and could sing or play any kind of instrument. If I did, me and Joamna would start a band almost as great as Tegan and Sara. Mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is probably a good thing that I can't go to concerts too often; they tend to make me feel too much stuff, make me too emotional. That doesn't mean I'm not still annoyed that I missed Regina Spektor when she was in Stockholm in July, or Björk at Arvika a few years back – and if I had any chance of going to a Tegan and Sara concert, I would &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; to be able to go... But, yeah, it's probably good that I can't go to concerts too often – 'cause just typing this, just listening to Winnerbäck, thinking about what it is like to see him live.. Well.. Yeah.. I have tears in my eyes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-115944573097214157?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/115944573097214157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=115944573097214157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115944573097214157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115944573097214157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2006/09/lars-winnerbck.html' title='Lars Winnerbäck'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-115944356608143245</id><published>2006-09-28T13:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:44:44.560+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general geekiness'/><title type='text'>The geekness of epo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/1600/IMG_3477.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/200/IMG_3477.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with &lt;b&gt;a girl&lt;/b&gt; – doesn't it always? This girl though, was not someone I dated, not someone I had ever met, not even a celebrity – this girl was someone who posted on the same message board as me, and whom I happened to have a huge board crush on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This girl seemed to think exactly the way I did; she liked the same things I liked, had the same political opinions as well as philosophical ideas as I did – she was basically me. But a far cooler version of me. Which made me jealous and annoyed, yet very intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This was the girl who told me to become a geek. Well, she didn't actually tell me personally, but she was the hugest geek you could imagine, that much I knew – and that was enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now, this was almost two years ago. My online crush ceased to exist about a year and a half ago – and I honestly haven't thought much about this girl since, but I never forgot about the things she (in one way or another) encouraged me to do. Um. Such as &lt;b&gt;become a geek&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am – 2.5 years after I discovered BtVS, 2 years after I got myself an online life and 1.5 years after I got over my insane board crush – as proud a geek as you can possibly be! This is something me and my sister have been working hard with – becoming geeks. Like, getting into the world of comics for example. Now, I don't actually know if this girl like/liked comics. She was a huge video game freak, but since I can't play videogames (I get super dizzy and sick), I am trying the comic thing instead. It's not going too great, I haven't fully got it yet, to be honest – and it's too darn expensive. (I know you can download a lot of comics, but it's just not as much fun to read it on the screen of my iBook as to actually get to turn the pages of a comic.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I guess all this is the explanation why my friend Towe is right now sitting across the table from me, drawing the comic I am writing. I guess "that girl" and that silly crush is the reason I am now an occationally semi-creative geek. So, thank you? Thank you silly board-crush and thank you BtVS and thank you sister Joamna =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-115944356608143245?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/115944356608143245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=115944356608143245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115944356608143245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115944356608143245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2006/09/geekness-of-epo_28.html' title='The geekness of epo'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-115429510626209545</id><published>2006-07-30T23:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:45:45.911+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family values'/><title type='text'>Joan's and Angela's Mothers and Families</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/1600/mscl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/200/mscl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joan of Arcadia&lt;/b&gt;. This show drives me nuts. Completely. Before I started watching, I heard rumours that it was a bit similar to &lt;b&gt;My So-Called Life&lt;/b&gt;, and it sure is. Don't get me wrong, My So-Called Life is way better as a TV show, and still one of my all time favourites, while this one is hardly on the top 10 list – but, they do drive me equally nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There is nothing that bugs me as much – on TV shows – as when parents get mad at their kids for something they were not in control of. Parents yelling at their kids; kids yelling at their parents; kids in the end giving up, saying they're sorry – and actually &lt;i&gt;being&lt;/i&gt; sorry – even though they had every reason to do what they did, and couldn't possibly have done anything differently. What's up with &lt;i&gt;punishing&lt;/i&gt; your kids? What's up with "grounding" teenagers? Who grounds adults, who punishes them when they mess up? Everybody messes up dammit, and everybody feels bad enough about it without having other people making them feel twice as bad. It just kills when kids/teenagers/whatever don't stand up to their parents even though they're right! I would never – not when I lived at home either – agreed that I had done something wrong if I hadn't. Some things are just not in your control, some things just happen without it being anyone's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Joan's parents are ok. Her dad does drive me nuts, I really can't stand him, to be honest – but he's got nothing on Angela's mom. Angela's mom (on My So-Called Life), is probably one of the most awful fictional characters every created. She isn't evil, she isn't even mean, she actually tries to do – and believes she is doing – the right thing. She thinks she is a good mother when she tries to control every little thing that goes on in her daughter's life – and that is what makes me sick. That makes her disgusting and Angela a chicken/a hero for not standing up to her, for still letting her into her life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The creepy thing is that this woman is a realistic character. There are probably thousands of mothers just like her, and they all believe they are good parents – hell there are probably teenages who think that those mothers are good parents!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This makes me think of &lt;b&gt;7th Heaven&lt;/b&gt;. And I won't get started on that show – cause I honestly don't think I need to – but I know people (Swedes god damn it!) who are of the opinion that this is a perfect family. And I honestly could not imagine a more creepy family than the 7th Heaven one. For real. I'd like to see the episode where Lucy tells her oh so sweet parents that she's a girl-loving lesbian, and how awesomely perfect they'd react to something like that. (Whatever, never mind me.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now. Joan of Arcadia and My So-Called Life. Both endearing shows. Both with semi-alternative (yet not annoyingly cliché-alternative) characters and drive-me-nuts-y (err) yet oddly adorable families... But give me abreak. Joan of Arcadia is ok, but it sure as hell ain't no My So-Called Life. The cool thing about MSCL is that it feels real. Angela, Rayanne and Rickie feel real. Claire Danes is an actress who really lets us experience her character's thoughts, feelings and ideas. Both JoA's Joan and MSCL's Angela do stupid shit, they mess up badly from time to time – but with Angela, it feels real. I don't blame her for the things she does, it doesn't make me like her the least bit less, because I'm allowed to – with the help of Claire – see right in to her soul. So to speak.&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I've seen 22 episodes of JoA, and I still don't know Joan. She still doesn't manage to touch me. Unfortunately. But for one reason or another – Angela, Claire and My So-Called Life always have, and still really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-115429510626209545?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/115429510626209545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=115429510626209545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115429510626209545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115429510626209545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2006/07/joans-and-angelas-mothers-and-families.html' title='Joan&apos;s and Angela&apos;s Mothers and Families'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-115369148737718894</id><published>2006-07-23T23:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:49:36.027+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='podcasts'/><title type='text'>Podcast rant and Pirate Keira is Smarter Than Me</title><content type='html'>Who knew editing sound could be so addictive?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I seem to start most of my rants with explaining why I didn't think I would like a particular thing, and here we go again: I never thought podcasting was my kind of thing. I was alway more into movies and TV shows than music, radio or anything sound-related. I only used iTunes MusicStore to subscribe to "Rapport" (Swedish news) while I was in The UK, and didn't think podcasts in general seemed that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then came Kelka and turned the world up-side-down. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who lay on their bed crying with laughter every time they listened to The Planet podcast – and I know I wasn't the only one who almost looked forward more to their podcast than to new L Word episode. It's simple – I love them, everyone who has ever heard them pretty much does. (Hey most of you guys know exactly what I'm talking about, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anywho, all these people started making podcasts – it was what all the cool/geeky kids were doing (and still are I guess), and I honestly didn't start to listen to the other ones until quite recently (or, until it became summer, and school was over, and I was unemployed and had all this time all of a sudden). I didn't for a second think the other podcasts would be half as much fun as the Kelka one – and some aren't, but the ones I listen to (SloGreenX, Cocktailcast and JMeg) are actually very entertaining. (Maybe especially if you are a gay girl though :P )&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So. Me and my awesomely dear friend Fran have been an online team for almost two years now, and I asked her if she wanted to do a podcast with me, and she basically said yay. And we made a podcast. And another one. And another one. And guess what, it's crazy fun!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But who knew that &lt;i&gt;editing&lt;/i&gt; podcasts would be so addictive?! I spent about ten hours editing the Fuffycast, and yes, it was &lt;i&gt;hell&lt;/i&gt;, but I couldn't stop. I just wanted it to be great, and funny, and cool. Maybe it isn't (I did run out of patience eventually), but I'm trying, and the trying part is fun, or at least.. attictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all of this is really just to attract your attention to the podcast I just finished editing – the "Pirate Keira is Smarter Than Me" Cast, with and by me and my dear sister Joamna. Please listen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://smarterthanme.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-115369148737718894?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/115369148737718894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=115369148737718894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115369148737718894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115369148737718894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2006/07/podcast-rant-and-pirate-keira-is.html' title='Podcast rant and Pirate Keira is Smarter Than Me'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-115348462362070078</id><published>2006-07-21T14:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:48:24.952+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Joan of Arcadia vs. Bring It On.. Or not..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/1600/joan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/200/joan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that will automatically make a TV show not worth watching for me. Not many, but a few things will disappoint me to the extent where I will just press &lt;i&gt;stop&lt;/i&gt; and never press &lt;i&gt;play&lt;/i&gt; again. Super crappy music can be one of these things, extremely lame dialogues is another. However, insulting or making fun of one of my favourite movies, is probably the fastest and most definite way to make sure I press the &lt;i&gt;stop&lt;/i&gt;-button.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I started watching &lt;b&gt;Joan of Arcadia&lt;/b&gt; very recently. I liked the main character, she's a bit like a younger and way less geeky Mac (ok, look wise) – she's cute and all. The stories aren't fenomenally cool, and the family – even though less annoying – reminds me both of the one in My So-Called Life and the 7th Heaven one, but yeah, it seemed like a sweet enough show. However, the episode I just &lt;i&gt;stopped&lt;/i&gt;, started off with God (in the shape of a homeless person) telling the main character, Joan, to try out for the school's cheerleading squad. Being a fan of cheerleaders in movies, this was a "yay fun"-thing in my head, but I should have seen the making-fun-of-cheerleading thing coming. They tend to do that in shows that try – but don't succeed too well – to be just a tiny bit alternative. And sure thing, not only did they make fun of cheerleading (hey I would have forgiven them) but they so mocked the awesomest movie ever – &lt;b&gt;Bring It On&lt;/b&gt;! Ok, not awesomest ever, but definitely one of the better high school movies of the end of the '90s – I mean Eliza Dushku &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; Kirsten Dunst? Could it be any better? (Answer is yes, it could, but let's not go there.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now, I will continue watching this show, of course I will, it does actually seem like a show worth watching. I'm not childish enough to give up that easy – I just need to calm down for a few minutes (yes I'm being silly). But I imagined my first Joan of Arcadia-rant to look a whole lot different than this one does. Mhm. The way to the TV-show space in my heart is just not by mocking awesomely hilarious and cute movies, uh uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-115348462362070078?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/115348462362070078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=115348462362070078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115348462362070078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115348462362070078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2006/07/joan-of-arcadia-vs-bring-it-on-or-not.html' title='Joan of Arcadia vs. Bring It On.. Or not..'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-115340278484685111</id><published>2006-07-20T15:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:48:34.637+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Strictly Ballroom and the love for Baz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/1600/ballroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/200/ballroom.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't dance to save my life. Seriously, I'm pathetic on the dance floor, it's not even funny. I love to dance though, 'cause I'm silly and I don't care, but I never learnt how to do it for real, I'm way too impatient. However, to be an awesome dancer has been a secret dream of mine – when I was a kid and hadn't yet realised that this was one of those dreams that would just never come true – and I love movies where they dance a lot. I – like many other little girls – adored Dirty Dancing as well as Girls Just Want To Have Fun, Saturday Night Fever, Hair, Billy Elliot, etc. (yes I liked/like &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; kinds of dancing, mhm, I wanted to dance ballet for a while, *sigh*, good luck epo).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now, I have been a fan of Baz Luhrmann since I saw Romeo + Juliet (had a huge crush on Claire Danes when I was ten, well, ok, still kind of do), I also loved Moulin Rouge (I'm an even bigger fan of musicals than I am of dance movies) – and I always really wanted to see &lt;b&gt;Strictly Ballroom&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There, I finally said the title. Strictly Ballroom. I am ashamed to say I never managed to see this movie until today – actually until an hour ago. And, do I even have to mention that I love it? Well I did. Not as much as I love Moulin Rouge, but this movie is still completely awesome. This makes me want to be a good dancer, so badly, mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is hardly one of the best movies ever made – neither is it the best movie about dancing – but it has got something that I can't really put my finger on. It is one of those movies I just really enjoy seeing, and I could probably rewatch it quite a few times without getting bored at all. I will never be a good dancer, it's a fact. But this is one of those movies that turn me into a ten year old girl who can't wait for her dream to come true. I know this sounds completely corny, but it gives me this longing in love feeling, that I just want to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't know how to wrap this up, but what can I say? Loving it, and loving Baz Luhrmann – he's a genius, for sure. Mhm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-115340278484685111?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/115340278484685111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=115340278484685111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115340278484685111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115340278484685111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2006/07/strictly-ballroom-and-love-for-baz.html' title='Strictly Ballroom and the love for Baz'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-115321589381296489</id><published>2006-07-18T11:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:49:01.915+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>PotC - for the love of Keira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/1600/potc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/200/potc.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. &lt;b&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest&lt;/b&gt; (aka Död mans kista, lmfao all you Swedes). When I saw the first PotC movie, I didn't care much for Keira... or Orlando... or anyone except for Johnny – I just fell completely for &lt;b&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow&lt;/b&gt;. Johnny Depp is and has always been on my top five "guy's I'd sleep with"-list (aka the "the only five guys in the world I'd sleep with"-list), and him as a pirate, with eyeliner and an awesome pirate-attitude? Weeeeell I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Anyways, me and my dear sister Joamna went to the cinema to see the second movie – thinking it could be funny, but not expecting too much (apparently she's got a huge thing for pirates though, I never knew). We got the last two seats and were places in the middle of the front row, which caused my neck to hurt like hell and my head to spin (hey I get dizzy and sick from playing video games, so). BUT, hell it was all so worth it! I take back everything bad I've ever said about &lt;b&gt;Keira Knightley&lt;/b&gt;, mmhm. I had been looking forward to this movie, but I didn't really know what to expect – and I sure as hell hadn't expected this! (&lt;i&gt;This&lt;/i&gt; being a movie I really loved.) It was funny as hell – hilarious only almost on the border to silly (obviously completely on purpose though). Also a lot darker than the first movie, which would include a lot more darkness to some of the main characters, such as Keira's Elizabeth. Awesome, mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, all in all, I don't know if I would say that Dead Man's Chest is &lt;i&gt;better&lt;/i&gt; than the first PotC-movie, but there sure were more things to love. Plus everyone looked really cute in this movie, even Orlando's Will... But I'm sorry Orlando; if my options are Keira in a pretty dress gently kissing Will, and hot Keira with her hair down, in pirate clothes, passionately kissing a scruffy looking Johnny Depp/Captain Jack Sparrow... Weeeell... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-115321589381296489?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/115321589381296489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=115321589381296489' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115321589381296489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115321589381296489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2006/07/potc-for-love-of-keira.html' title='PotC - for the love of Keira...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-115254448110249752</id><published>2006-07-10T17:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:49:12.993+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><title type='text'>Hm, the Alias finale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/1600/alias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/200/alias.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the hugest &lt;b&gt;Alias&lt;/b&gt; fan ever. This was actually another show I didn't discover until way after it started airing – I never gave it a real chance until about seven months ago – but when I finally started watching it in December last year, I have to admit I was hooked after only a few episodes.&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;So, the big Alias series finale was aired a while back. I was super excited about these last few episodes, and couldn't wait to find out what they would come up with. This was a show that started with the main character discovering her entire life was built on a lie (or, lies, plural, actually), and I expected something equally shocking – or at least slightly shocking – to happen in the finale. (Was that too much to wish for? Really? Well, apparently...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I saw the second half (well less than half) of season 5, but had heard about all the characters who were supposed to show up etc., I felt like "how the hell are they going to fit all this in a few episodes?!", and well, after having seen the end, I still feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;nbsp;I would have wanted an "OMG"-reaction. But after five – or in my case four since I haven't seen season three – seasons of Alias, there isn't a lot in the last few episodes that manages to shock me. What's surprising about Sloane and Irina being the super villains? And Sark and Anna Espinosa – once again – showing up as bad guys? That's what we have been seeing the entire time, every damn season. I would have prefered it if at least Sloane &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; Irina to turn out to be not-100%-evil.&lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp;Now, the finale wasn't &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt;. Obviously it was the right thing to include some of these characters, as well as Rambaldi, but I would have wanted something new and huge, in a show like this one, that started off with the whole "your life as you know it is a lie"-thing. I would have wanted something really shocking to happen, because even though the finale was full of action as well as drama, it didn't bring tears to my eyes, and it sure didn't turn my (or Alias's) world upside-down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-115254448110249752?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/115254448110249752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=115254448110249752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115254448110249752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115254448110249752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2006/07/hm-alias-finale.html' title='Hm, the Alias finale...'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-115248201477632802</id><published>2006-07-09T23:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:49:27.351+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><title type='text'>The OC dialogues</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Summer: Remember when the guys made us watch that movie about the &amp;nbsp;gay guys on the mountain?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Marissa: [Short pause] Lord of the Rings.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Summer: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I love &lt;b&gt;The OC&lt;/b&gt;. As in "hepo heart The OC"-love. Mhm. I'm a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yes, this is a show that's got too many characters; too much drama; way too many soap opera elements. Many of the actors aren't super great, at all, many of the characters and stories aren't realistic, at all [etc. for-like-ever]. But hey, I can be in love with a show just 'cause of the dialogue, can't I? My love for great/funny/clever dialogues in TV shows is what finally made me realise that Buffy the Vampire Slayer (yes, that's the love of my life) was actually worth watching. Granted, The OC is no BtVS, far from, but the dialogues still make this show worth 40 of my time every week. I could probably buy a CD with the audio from the episodes, I don't need to actually &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt; the episodes. (Yes I do, but you get my point? Seeing as I'm being over-obvious here, I'm kinda sure you do.. get my point.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Point: I love the dialogues on The OC. My friend Mire keeps telling me the only reason I watch the show is 'cause of the hotness of Mischa Barton, but that's so not true (honestly she isn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; hot, the Mischa-hotness would not be reason enough to watch this show). I would not have prefered Seth (do I even have to mention that I love him? Is it a surprise to anyone?) or Ryan or Summer to have died a tragical death instead of Marissa – seriously, come on, she's just not half funny as any of them. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seth: Yeah... yeah, I should apologize. It's just my pride. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ryan: What pride? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seth: Yeah, I guess there's nothin' standin' in my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marissa does however bring out funniness in the people around her, some how:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Summer: The more time I spend with Zach, the less time I have to think &amp;nbsp;about - God, what's his face? Built like a beanpole, curly hair, runs &amp;nbsp;away like a little bitch on a sailboat leaving nothing but a note for his &amp;nbsp;girlfriend who cried and cried over him till the Fourth of July when she &amp;nbsp;decided she doesn't cry over bitches on boats. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Marissa: Seth. His name. It's Seth. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Summer: I know. I'm just doing that thing where I pretend I don't and I &amp;nbsp;have to use a lot of descriptive insults to give voice to my inner pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah this wasn't much of a TV show rant, but I'm having a crappy day (or something) and reading OC dialogues made me laugh a few times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/1600/normal_03.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/200/normal_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-115248201477632802?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/115248201477632802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=115248201477632802' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115248201477632802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115248201477632802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2006/07/oc-dialogues.html' title='The OC dialogues'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-115236539196252370</id><published>2006-07-08T15:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:50:00.150+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><title type='text'>Prison Break's lack of females</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/1600/prison_break_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/200/prison_break_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is good. The episodes are all clever and cliffhangery. The characters are fine, even kinda interesting – the main character is cute (correct me if I'm wrong but I've heard rumours that he's even hot?). The story is somewhat a mystery, even after the entire first season. There is nothing wrong with this show. But I've got a question; where the hell are the girls?!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now, I know the main story takes (or took) place in a prison. For guys. Men. A boy-prison, etc. I also know that they do have two – actually really cute and interesting as characters – women. (And &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt;, I'm not gonna count the vice president/president – don't even go there.) Mhm, I haven't missed that. But... do you really expect me to look at all those guys for fortytwo minutes a week? (Ok, minus the girl time, maybe 30.) I don't hate guys, I'm not one those I-hate-guys dykes, believe me. But do they really expect me to be able to tell all these men apart? Do almost all guys look sort of the same, or is it just me? (Please comment and let me know.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And hey, I'm not like, obsessed with hot girls. No really, I'm not. But I don't like having to watch guys (almost &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; guys), for like an hour a week. It's boring. I'm sorry. I would like this show but, err, two women just isn't enough for an hour long show. Nope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-115236539196252370?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/115236539196252370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=115236539196252370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115236539196252370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115236539196252370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2006/07/prison-breaks-lack-of-females.html' title='Prison Break&apos;s lack of females'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-115221028556868126</id><published>2006-07-06T20:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:50:12.798+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy, gotta love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/1600/8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/200/8.jpg" width="250" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me unusually long to discover the new TV show love of mine, which is &lt;b&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/b&gt;. Actually it took me until a week ago, about a year and three months after the show started airing in The US. To my defence, I have moved a lot lately, and I don't own a TV, so it does take some effort from my side in order for me to find new shows. However, many people had mentioned good things about this show, and it seemed worth checking out. Now, I'm not a fan of hospitals, or blood, or needles – and Grey's Anatomy has got a lot of all those three things (well probably just the one hospital, but you get what I'm saying), but when I finally got around to watching the first episode, a "this show is actually kinda good"-thought started forming in my head. So I decide to give the show a serious chance, and I switched on episode two, and what do I hear? You Wouldn't Like Me by Tegan and Sara. Which - being a huge Tegan and Sara fan – made me really happy. Now, I know their music is played on a lot of TV shows these days, but when I discovered there was a Tegan and Sara song in five of nine season one episodes. And in season two? They play KT Tunstall, Regina Spektor &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; even more Tegan and Sara. Now, what can I say, that's reason enough for me to love a show. Mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But obviously there is more to Grey's Anatomy than the music, and I have to say the quality of this show really surprised me. What mostly surprised me, I think, were the characters. I can't help but loving almost all of them. Meredith, the somewhat confused but completely adorable main character, she's just the sweetest. Christina, the very sarcastic – god I love that with girls – and kind of private girl with the very weird looking – errr not in a bad way at all – face, gotta love. Izzie and George are both cute as hell, and Alex is just the kind of guy I can't not fall for in TV shows (hey, he's almost a bit like Logan...).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is a show I will keep watching, for sure. I just started with season two and already discovered a KT Tunstall song. And I &lt;i&gt;can't wait&lt;/i&gt; the episode where Rosanna Arquette – omg could that woman be any more attractive? – will guest star. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;All in all. I love. You should be too. Off you go and watch. Mhm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-115221028556868126?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/115221028556868126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=115221028556868126' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115221028556868126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115221028556868126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2006/07/greys-anatomy-gotta-love.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy, gotta love'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-115212056936856936</id><published>2006-07-05T19:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:50:25.102+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay stuff'/><title type='text'>Imagine Me &amp; You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/1600/meandyou.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4655/2300/200/meandyou.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally got around to see &lt;b&gt;Imagine Me &amp; You&lt;/b&gt;, and I really wish I could say that this movie is awesome. Or, like... good. I had been looking forward to this for a while, I knew it involved girl-girl love, and I knew it starred Piper Perabo and Tony Head (whom – being a huge BtVS fan - I completely love), but that's about all I knew. Now, can't say this movie disappointed me, because I honestly didn't expect much from it. It was very corny, partly extremely cliché, but also – in my humble opinion – very sweet indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The story wasn't much to put in the christmas tree (hey, gotta love Swedish expressions translated to English). Girl married to guy, girl falling for girl, girl not knowing whom to choose. But there weren't that many ups and downs here, and we of course know from minute one that the girls will end up together at the end. Honestly though, the obviousness of the story doesn't bother me. What bothers me are the clichés, the lack of girl on girl action (hey, I'm not asking for much, but even the few kisses we actually get to see, look slightly awekward and "omg I'm kissing another girl"-ish), and the lameness in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, all in all, I can unfortunately not say that this is a &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; movie, that I advise you all to buy on DVD this very moment. But, I have to admit I kinda love Imagine Me &amp; You. I love the sweetness of it. And wtf is up with people going all "ooh" over Piper Perabo? Lena Headly was &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; more attractive and would make my knees weak in a heartbeat – she alone would make this movie worth seeing (a few times) in my opinion. While Perabo feels like a typical and slightly fake sweet girl, Headley's character feels real and alive.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ah what the hell, if you like this kind of movie – watch it, go buy the DVD, enjoy the kinda funny sweetness. Just don't expect a super great movie, this isn't it, far from, but it can be worth seeing none-the-less. Mhm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-115212056936856936?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/115212056936856936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=115212056936856936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115212056936856936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115212056936856936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2006/07/imagine-me-you_05.html' title='Imagine Me &amp; You'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22592654.post-115212052578261409</id><published>2006-07-05T19:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:51:13.725+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general geekiness'/><title type='text'>Random geekness</title><content type='html'>For the 100th time. Or 20th. Or at least 10th, for sure, and I'm a kid so I haven't been around that long – and certainly hasn't been a movie freak for that long. But it was definitely &lt;i&gt;at least&lt;/i&gt; the tenth time I saw &lt;b&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/b&gt;, and more than a year had passed since I last saw it. But it still makes me happy that I feel like I can quote every other dialogue, and can't I stop smiling cause of the complete brilliance of this film – &lt;i&gt;complete brilliance&lt;/i&gt;, mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When I was thirteen – ? – and my dad showed me this movie, I fell instantly in love with the character Mia Wallace, and I spent the following six months watching and rewatching everything I could possibly get a hold of that had anything to do with &lt;b&gt;Uma Thurman&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;However – even though Mia still is one of my all time favourite fictional characters – I soon kind of realised that there was more to thi&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;d I will forever be insanely thankful, you have without a doubt created some of the coolest characters ever – Mia Wallace, Beatrix Kiddo, Elle Driver, Mallory Knox (well, at least written by), Jackie Brown, Jules and Mr.-lots-of-random-colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22592654-115212052578261409?l=eponinethen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/feeds/115212052578261409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22592654&amp;postID=115212052578261409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115212052578261409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22592654/posts/default/115212052578261409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eponinethen.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-geekness.html' title='Random geekness'/><author><name>Mikey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18391306242052229573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
