Mini-Meara

See, I thought that was Stupid Fucking Hat Girl - which is actually her legal name, though she had to be baptized Stupid Frickin' Hat Girl since her family's Mormon.

Watch your mouth when you talk about my Vi, Madrigal!

Kassto - Welcome! Where in NZ do you live. I was there 12 years ago (jeez! was it that long ago?) and absolutely loved it. A gorgeous country. I'm a big fan of much of the early Flying Nun music, if that means anything to you.

Fiona - I got your check the other day. Glad you were able to finally watch the tapes.

I tried to get into SFU. The psycho ex-GF was really into it, so I watched a few eps with her, but found I just wasn't caring about the characters. Of course, I felt the same way about the first half of S4 Angel....

Of all the foreigners I've met, I've found Australians to be most like Americans. Not the country or politics, necessarily. Just the personalities of the people.

But when I have watched Six Feet Under, more often than not I would come away at the end of an episode startled, shaken and moved. And that takes some doing. I don't have any grand analytical theories for this -- I only know it felt like it was cutting really close to the bone with me. Haven't watched the latest series -- it may have slipped.

I've heard the latest series is better, even from people who didn't much like S1 or S2. My best friend loves it, but it continues to leave me cold. I rather wish it didn't, as I'm running low on things to watch.

As much as I intake massive amounts of pure pop dreck, I'm notoriously picky what I watch outside of the mental popcorn.

The best TV show (short run) I've seen is probably The Newsroom. The early episodes ran as true to the tales of TV news I hear at the dinner table (husband's job, and in fact, today, I think the words 'dead people equals overtime' left my mouth), and the later stuff, when it just went into weird as hell mode, was fucking incredible.

I guess my problem with SFU is that even the messes feel sterile to me, devoid of the emotional truth I seek in fiction. I did try, honestly. It was like a blind date that didn't work out, no matter how much on the surface we had in common. I stare at it sometimes, wondering what went wrong, but I guess that ultimately, we weren't compatible.

Hi, Jon B. I've lived in Wellington for ages but am originally from the deep south. Yes, early Flying Nun -- I know it well. Was at Otago University for two years in Dunedin - home of Flying Nun, and attended a lunchtime concert by the Clean back before anyone had heard of them.The three band members played a lot of feedback-y guitarish noise while staring at their feet. The only people in attendance were me and a couple of Goth looking band girlfriends.

Was quite a fan of the CLean and Sneaky Feelings at one time but went off the whole FLying Nun sound in later years -- too depressing, brought back too many memories of dank student flats stinking of incense and dope. Now I prefer depressing American country music (yay, Gillian Welch -- she's my tagline).

am originally from the deep south.

Does that mean Mississippi or Invercargill?

Now I prefer depressing American country music (yay, Gillian Welch -- she's my tagline).

Insert squeeling noise. I was listening to her all day Friday when I was depressed over the job I don't have. Barroom Girls helped me wallow.

Very cool, Jon B! I wish! No it would have been far too hot for me in the Deep South. I'm a cold weather girl.

Went to boarding school in Invercargill -- actually lived on a farm way out in the sticks, to the southwest.

I don't have any grand analytical theories for this -- I only know it felt like it was cutting really close to the bone with me.

As much as I love them on a meta-level, grand analytical theories are overated. Everyone has different critical opinions because everyone reacts to things on a gut level individually. I mean, I think all my SFU critical theories are valid blah blah wanker-cakes, but they're all based on my gut reaction which has been an unqualified "Eh, whatever. Oh, and SHUT UP, you simpering twits." Which is all to say, people should agree to disagree and dance in a field of posies holding hands, but we won't because arguing is too much fun.

I, uh, don't think this post makes much sense. And it's point seems to be something along the lines of PretentiousMeta&Me4Eva!11!!!!1. Don't mind me folks, I just over-caffinated and rambling.

Makes perfect sense to me Leigh. And I will say that plenty of people whose opinions I respect and value like 6FU (and West Wing, another show I can't stand.)

And, obviously, don't even get me started on music...

(Starting to suspect I may spend part of my time as Angus.)

(This is either scary or cool.)

I will say that plenty of people whose opinions I respect and value like 6FU (and West Wing, another show I can't stand.)

I tend to put all those strange people who don't like the things I do (for example, say, Lord of the Rings-- nothing personal, Angus-- or the music I like, or whatever) under my grandmother's overarching phrase there's no accounting for folks.

It's at once accepting and dismissive. And it's almost impossible to argue with.