Thursday Thrill

Since I was apparently high on paint fumes last Thursday (from painting my house -- remind me to hire someone next time), I'm going to post my Thursday Thrill. Truth be told, Wentworth Miller is pretty enough to be the Thursday Thrill for a whole month of Thursdays but I'm focusing my attention this season on Dom Purcell, who plays Lincoln Burrows to Wentworth's Michael Scofield in Prison Break.



I first notice Dom when he was the star of "John Doe," the Fox tv show about a man who wakes up naked and doesn't remember who he is but knows crazy facts. I like him better as Linc the Sink. I also like that he can't be bothered to button his shirt up all the way.

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Thursday Thrill

He ain't called "Pretty" for nothing --




I wasn't too obsessed with Prison Break when the first season initially premiered. It was that darn FX marathon that drove me over the edge!! Spending an entire Sunday afternoon watching Michael, Linc, Dr. Sara, Veronica, Sucre, T-Bag...well, I had to keep watching.

The second season hasn't disappointed me but it's been quite the change since the guys aren't in prison any longer. The whole dynamic of the show is different, in my opinion, and Michael's flaws, which were only seen in glimpses while behind bars, are now being shown in bright, vivid color. It's an interesting mix, and I love the twists and turns.

And looking at Wentworth Miller isn't too shabby of a way to spend an hour....

Shell Shocked

Let me just preface this by saying moving is a terrible, awful thing. Seriously.

We last moved 6 years ago. We were newlyweds, fresh out of college, with little to no real, substantial furniture. We've acquired several more things since then. Like a toddler and a mother-in-law with lots of books.

Slowly but surely, the new house is coming together. It's the little things that remain out of sync. Like the drawer full of pictures I dumped onto the floor last week because they really don't need to be in the nightstand any longer. They've been in this drawer for at least 4 years, if anyone cares. Or the closet shelf that fell last night, causing both the cat and I to almost jump off the bed.

There are some little things I itching to complete (and by "complete" I mean buy and make someone else install): draperies for the dining room, blinds for the master bath and living room, foo-foo wallpaper for the tee-tiny powder room downstairs.

I suppose this can translate to writing life as well. Like the limbo you feel when you've completed one project and want to start another. Or the overwhelming rush of relief to have made a deadline.

Through this move, I've made one thing clear. No matter what, I ain't moving again.

Thursday Thrill

Because I think I need a place to showcase my television obsession pop culture appreciation, I'm going to give you all a Thursday Thrill.

I happened to be home yesterday afternoon at 3 pm. You may not know this about me but I love soap operas, particularly General Hospital. I'm a GH watcher from way back (1993!). Thanks to the internet I've read the entire history of the show. One of the characters I love is Jason Morgan, played by Steve Burton.





I've actually liked Steve since he played the boyfriend on a little sci-fi sitcom I watched on Saturday afternoons called "Out of this World" and Eve's boyfriend Harris on Days of Our Lives. The thing I love about his character on GH is his storyline. Jason Morgan is a bit of a thug. He's involved with the mob and is a man who sees life in either black or white with no shades of gray. Before he was Jason Morgan, however, he was Jason Quartermaine, medical student and the shining light of the Quartermaine family. Jason suffered a critical brain injury while a passenger in a car driven by his alcoholic brother, AJ. Forsaking his birth family because he had no recollection of them, he turned to the only life a man with no conscience can have -- contracted killer.

Along the way, Jason has been involved in some serious mob activities, as well as with some very attractive women. I'm not sure who I want to see Jason end up with. For now, I'm just enjoying looking at him.

Reviews -- To Read or Not To Read?

Over at the Romance Divas forums, we're discussing book reviews. Initially, it started out as a bit of a rant by a book reviewer questioning honesty in book reviews.

Personally, I don't read reviews. Romantic Times TopPick! reviews make me take a bit of notice about such-and-such book but I have my favorite, must-buy authors that I'm going to buy until they write something I just can't stand. Even then, I'll probably give them one more chance to redeem themselves because everyone can have an 'off' book.

I suppose I should mention that at Romance Divas, we're primarily talking about e-published books (I think). Having said that, I'd like to throw out my opinions about reviews. Feel free to agree or disagree!

I believe reviews should be about the story. When I read reviews (again, it's rare), I want to know what the reviewer thought about the story and the plot. I don't care if you were rejected by the author's publisher or the author's agent or if your grandmother is the author's editor. I want to know what you -- the reviewer -- thought about the book.

Should personal feelings enter into a review? Should typos and comma usage and other gramatical problems dictate your thoughts on the story? How honest is too honest? Can reviewers cross boundaries and lines that shouldn't be crossed?

A bit of a disclaimer: At The Book Geek, I'm trying to keep up with the books I've read this year so I'm writing a bit about them. (I'm in the upper 30s with my progress even though The Book Geek has 15 or so actual entries about books.) There are at least 3 books I didn't finish and a couple of books that I asked myself "What just happened in that book?" after I hit 'The End.' Even if I don't like a book, I certainly try not to bash it. Then again, I bought it (or checked it out from the library) and am getting nothing in return or in exchange for my opinion. No one is waiting in breathless anticipation of my little thoughts.

Back to packing now....