If you’ve been following my recaps of Under the Dome at In Case of Survival, you’ll know that I hate this show with a passion. Snarky passion, to boot. But thank all the gods that the season finale is tomorrow and I can say good riddance to every single resident of Chester’s Mill (because seriously, they’re all idiots).
My recap this week went up late, but it’s here if you want to read it. (Warning: snark.)
Also, I sincerely hope they get better writers for this show’s second season. Because by some miracle of every single deity on the planet, this show managed to get picked up for a second season. (AND YET THEY CANCELLED FIREFLY. There is no justice.)
Maybe this show got so many viewers because it’s like a car accident or a plane crash. You can’t look away even though you know you should.
My season finale recap will go up sometime this week. Watch for it on In Case of Survival.
Remember last year, when I wrote this review of a really, really good book? Well, I got my super excited hands on an advanced copy of the sequel, so you can imagine how much squeeing went on when I got it on my Kindle.
I started it last week. The first couple of nights, I had to force myself to put the book down, because it was really late and I had to get up early the next morning. (There were many longing glances toward my Kindle on Thursday.) On Friday night, I sat down with Crux again, because it was Friday and I didn’t have to get up early the next morning to get the kids to school.
So Hubby and I have gotten hooked — hooked — on the show Fringe. Thanks to Netflix, we can binge-watch to our heart’s content. And possible more, because sometimes when I watch this show it feels likes I’m getting heart failure or something.
Anyway. We’re about halfway through season three right now, so we’re right smack into the parallel universe storyline. Which is awesome and all, but I think maybe I’ve been watching too much Fringe because lately all I’ve been dreaming about are parallel universes.
And then someone said, “What if they weren’t dreams?”
And then I went
Warning: This post contains spoilers about Sharknado. Don’t read this if that matters to you.
So yeah, I taped Sharknado last Friday (it aired a day later in Canada) and watched it with my husband over the weekend. I’d briefly considered live blogging it, but the WTFery was too much for even me to keep a live comment stream.
If I had, my post would’ve been a series of “WTF?” or “what the bloody hell was THAT?” or “OMG SERIOUSLY?!”
It wouldn’t have been very informative, that’s for sure.
If I were to take it as a cheesy, over the top movie about a SHARK TORNADO (seriously, you can’t take anything in this movie seriously because it’s about a shark tornado), it’s so terribly awful it’s a little bit good (terrible acting and all). But there were scenes where the actors actually tried to emote, and those scenes were more hilariously funny and over the top than the scene where Ian Ziering is meeting a flying shark with a working chainsaw.
A CHAINSAW, you guys.
So in my neck of the woods, it’s the Calgary Stampede. It’s almost the end of the Stampede, but it’s still Stampede.
I was very impressed with how fast the organizers had the grounds cleaned up and dried out — if you’ll remember, Stampede Park was under water a couple of weeks ago because of the floods in Calgary.
If you went there now, you’d be hard-pressed to believe that it had ever been underwater. Let alone only a couple of weeks ago. (Granted, the Saddledome isn’t quite fixed, so they cancelled the concert series. But still. What they did was impressive.)
Hubby and I took the kids to Stampede last week. We didn’t go last year, so we figured we’d go this year. It was our first time ever at Stampede (we’re not from Calgary; we’ve only lived here a little over a year.)
This is what I took away from my Stampede experience: