True Blood: An Asshole’s Review

True Blood, the show, is very entertaining. THIS I CANNOT DENY. But knowing what I know… it’s a little disappointing.

-Who is MaryAnn? And why is Alan Ball playing up a single, near-minor incident? The maenad has little to do with the story. She is not personified in any way. Truthfully, we’re supposed to know nothing about her but her power and SAM MERLOTTE GETS INTIMATE WITH HER. They both like to frolic in the woods.
-The girl who plays Tara Thornton is, in my opinion, better than Anna Paquin. BUT Tara is supposed to make very rare appearances. There is no Eggs character. The whole MaryAnn plotline is totally made up.
-Anna Paquin is cute as a button. She does the southern thing well. BUT she seems so vacant sometimes. The plight of Sookie Stackhouse isn’t shown as it should be. Sookie Stackhouse is a very intelligent girl. Sheltered as she was, she is smart as a whip. And becomes sharper and sharper.
-The vampires depicted in the show aren’t as inhuman as they truly are. Eric is the only character that really has it down. No emotions. Cold faces. Steady voices. Stephen Moyer can’t quite get this down.
-The blood exchange… this most recent episode vaguely touched on the significance of it, but it DOES wear off. Eventually. Except it wasn’t an exchange. 3 exchanges is pretty much permanent.
-The introduction of Bill’s maker was really a shame. She didn’t need to be in it AT ALL. It ruined a great facet of the story. No, Bill was never released from her. This bond is incredibly important to developing the story line. It affects how the rest of the story goes, in a way. The bond between vampire and maker is a very, very strong one.
-I am “Team Eric.” You should be, too. If Alan Ball doesn’t screw it up, you should be, too. Eric really is such a great character. And Bill’s plight is quite interesting, too.
-Who the fuck is Jessica? And now she’s dating…
-…Hoyt Fortenberry. The Fortenberrys are portrayed so well. Except Hoyt isn’t nearly as good looking as Jason (imo, Hoyt is way hot). That’s the way the relationship is with them. Hoyt lives in Jason’s shadow. Which leads to another interesting storyline.
-I needn’t get into all the unnecessary sex scenes because Alan Ball is just like that. Hey, let’s add characters so they can fuck Jason!
-Jane Bodehouse cracks me up.

Blah, blah, point is… some of this is so twisted and mangled that I don’t know where Alan Ball is trying to go with this. True Blood is gaining in popularity (for good reason) so I think it’ll run for a good many seasons. I do really enjoy the show. I do understand that it’s a different media and that changes have to be made, but… really? Some of it is so absurd.

Harris signed on to do another 3 books. Thank God. I thought the last book was going to be IT, but I’d love to see more.

Sorry, but you all should try to pick up a book for once.

xo

The Beach House.

Hey, everyone! My father and I just recently moved into some new construction here in Pittsburgh. I’m back in this little suburb called Greenfield, where I spent the first two years of my life, pre-Nashville. I wanted to share some photos with you.

This is our little dining room area. It sits between the kitchen and living room.

One little view of our living room.

The bigger view of our living room.

This is our kitchen. It’s absolutely gorgeous.

This is the powder room downstairs. It’s little and quaint. Quaint? What an odd word to describe a half-bath. Nevermind.

This is my little bedroom. I have a little closet, too, but that’s okay.

Here’s my dad’s bedroom. It’s too big for him I say. So is the closet. :[

This is my adorable bathroom.

Our medicine cabinets are too cute.

This is my dad’s shower. A big ass shower at that. I didn’t take full pictures of his bathroom because he has all the same stuff as me. I just have a tub instead.

And that’s it! For now. We’re working on the basement that will become my space for relaxing and creating. The landscaping still has to be done, so check back!

PS WHOA – sorry the pictures are so freakin’ big. Oh, well.

Update.

Wow, I have been so busy I haven’t been able to blog. Sorry! I have a couple of things to say:

This was disappointing, as usual, but not as bad as the others. It was, relatively, okay!

Also a little iffy. Don’t get me wrong – I love Sacha Baren Cohen. But the huge fame of Borat prevented him from being totally candid. It felt a little forced.

Orphan was good. Yes, it was a lot of cheap thrills, but I have to say the opening was traumatizing. In a good way? The actors were phenomenal and it blew my mind. It could be called a psychological thriller, most definitely. But of course there have to be crescendos and jumps as scare tactics, because nobody really wants to sit through a Hitchcock-esque psychological thriller nowadays. We must be constantly entertained. SO YES, it’s totally worth it IMO.

This popped my Woody Allen cherry. I know, shame on me. That was a funny day – me and the boy, … we have incredibly Jewish-sounding names, for reason. Surprise! Anyway, it was $5 day at a local owned theater, Woody Allen + Larry David, and free popcorn we didn’t eat but couldn’t pass up because it was free? Challah at cho girl. Evan Rachel Wood was actually endearing. Great story. Rocked my world. Gotta love existentialists.

Can’t lie. I’d been waiting for so long for (500) Days of Summer, and I friggen loved it. The boy hated it because it was hip, he’s pretentious, I don’t know. But I really enjoyed the chemistry between Zooey and Joseph.

In the meantime, I’ve moved into my new house, brand new construction, we’ve deemed it “The Beach House.” Pictures to come. I love it. It’s sorta far away from my usual haunts, but it’s okay.

Saturday we went to my favorite new couture boutique, Via, for their opening party. They have beautiful pieces. The men know what they are talking about! The price point is fucking right. It was glamorous and fabulous and I was even asked to model for some people! I think I might be in the Post-Gazette. People in Pittsburgh, go visit it! Tell them I sent you! It’s in Southside Works on the corner by BCBG Max Azria. In the photo is my new dress and purse from Via.

This is the first piece I bought from Via. We just happened to walk by the window and this dress caught my eye on the mannequin. Bought it and they kept it on the mannequin and allegedly many people came in after that to buy the dress. I am so lucky!

The rest of my photos from Via are on my Facebook.

Also, I think I’m going to put some shoes on eBay. Jessica Simpson, Carlos [Santana], and Dolce and Gabbana. I’ll let you know if it happens.

Love,
Zoe xo

More movie shit.

WATCHMEN is coming out on Blu-Ray on FUCKING TUESDAY FUCK YES. With the added half-hour not shown in theaters? Fucking pumped.

Dying to see: Alice in Wonderland, Nine, Where The Wild Things Are, Funny People, Inglorious Basterds, and probably some other ones. Fuck yeeeeah.

It seems like all I do is work and see movies. And spoon. That’s okay with me.

Freedom.

I’ve been searching for solace outside. Being in Pittsburgh, I’ve lost touch with nature. Where are the lightning bugs? Where are the creeks?

I’ve been resorting to parks instead. Schenley Plaza has been a nice getaway, as well as Highland Park with the reservoir.

I can’t wait to get my film developed and share my photos with you.

Do you know where you are?

I hate money ’cause it makes me numb. Hussle, hussle, hussle.

I’ve been making that sign with my hands for about a week now. Ah, the struggles of trying to lead a fabulous and comfortable life. Who am I kidding? It won’t happen. The shitstorm never lets up. The dream is never closer.

Anyway, I’ve been creating in my spare time. Sketches, pastels, ink, and film. Been laying in parks at night and seen a couple movies – Bruno and Harry Potter. These are things I need and I’m glad I’m incorporating them into my life again.

I can’t wait to go home, but I don’t have a place to stay. The boy isn’t jazzed about the idea in general. The one thing that’s been getting me through the past week or so is slipping through my fingers.

Somebody… let’s just go play.

Hometown homie.

So Steve McNair got shot today downtown Nashville. Did I know who he was before? Sure. Did I care? Not really. I’ll go with the flow here and feel bad for the people who died that I didn’t really much care for. Like Michael Jackson. You fucks who thought he was a perv were so sad when he died. So passionate about how he treated those young kids. Then it was like omg let’s mourn! Then you found out he was shooting demerol and you found it hard to care.

People are weird. But whatever, sorry Steve McNair. I’m sure you were awesome at football.

Oh fuck.

Blah blah it’s good whatever, I don’t give a fuck about what you have to say. THE BOY AND I WALKED THE FUCK OUT AFTER FIFTEEN MINUTES, IT WAS THAT PAINFUL. At least we knew why The Informers was terrible. But honestly? We were puzzled. Puzzled and angry.

At least we saw it at Waterworks Cinema instead of, say, Loews at the Waterfront, because we paid $10 for two tickets and we are able to go back any time to see any movie. Thanks, management!

In other news, WHY AM I SUDDENLY BEING HIT UP FOR JOBS LEFT AND RIGHT? So many choices, none that I’m dying for. I’d kill for a design job. Photography, fashion, theatre… but no. Clerical work and retail fo lyf, apparently.

Yesterday I won a raffle at work. I put $20 in and the boy put in another $20 to ensure that I’d win. Sho ’nuff, it’s $900 worth of fragrances. Hayle yeah.

Included:

-Burberry The Beat eau de parfum and body lotion
-Thierry Mugler’s Alien eau de parfum and body lotion
-Gucci by Gucci eau de parfum, body lotion, and shower gel
-Ed Hardy by Christian Audigier’s Love Kills Slowly eau de parfum and shimmery lotion (tweens?)
-Chanel No. 5 eau de toilette
-Yves Saint Laurent’s Opium eau de parfum, eau de toilette, and body lotion
-Donna Karan’s Cashmere Silk

So that’s added to my prior measly collection consisting of Marc Jacobs’ Daisy and Guerlain’s Mitsouko.

And I am starting to get impatient about my Prada bag NOT being on my doorstep. :[

The Hangover

I don’t know about you guys, but this movie was fucking great. I wasn’t jazzed by the trailer, but I could not stop laughing. Zach Galifinakis never fails. Naturally, ex Daily Show correspondents Ed Helms and Rob Riggle were excellent, and Bradley Cooper is the epitome of dreamy.

Mike Tyson ftw.

GO SEE IT. Piss your pants.

Dios Mio!

Another blog! I plan on keeping this one. Blogs are hot. I so desperately want to be in the “in.” So here you are.

Pop-culture, fashion, funny things, and self-absorption abound!

See you on the flip-side.