So, that long threatened essay on why I hate a tv show that no one watches anyway? I am still working on it. It’s taken on a life of it’s own really and I am thinking it’s much closer to dissertation than blog entry now. The thing is, and this is slightly embarrassing, I have a deep and undying love for vampire stories. And not for the reasons that you might expect. Actually, I don’t know what reasons one could give for such a love that isn’t embarrassing so I am going to go with “metaphor for…” um…I don’t know. I like vampire stories but I don’t have any real interest in the “erotic” nature of them. I don’t want to be a vampire or to be bitten by a vampire or anything like that. It’s much like SnarkyDork might say “I like stories about dogs” or how someone might like mysteries or romances. I like vampire stories. So this is why I have such strong feelings about Moonlight, and why I thought I had so much to say about why it didn’t work for me. But the more I talk about it the weirder it seems.
Aw jeez, and now I am really tired and I don’t feel like writing anymore.
Oh but just in case you were wondering, there have been cupcakes, chocolate with vanilla frosting, that were dubbed “Awesome” and “Better than Sprinkles” (which frankly, isn’t hard) by a multi-millionaire (no kidding). So I can’t finish an essay on the importance of the history of the vampire legend and how taking away his weaknessness does in effect, leave him toothless but I can bake some kick-ass cupcakes. And my secret? Boiling water.
And now, my hands smell of soy sauce so I am done.
(No drugs were involved with any of this. I am really just that weird. And Sarah? Now that you have been outed as the secret reader from Ontario, do you have a blog? I’d love to stop by.)