Sometimes, I'm really not all that bright. After suffering for nearly a year because of my less-than-ideal computer set-up, I finally, in a flash of genius (while speaking to Anna, yesterday), thought that if I had no place to put my keyboard except on the floor or on my lap,
maybe I should get a little table for it! Now my keyboard has its own little stand, and I'm only 100y poorer for it, not to mention that my back and wrists are already thanking me.
I'm drinking hot milk tea at the moment, and though I'm not usually one for product placements, I feel it my duty to announce that Lipton's
Chiffon milk tea has officially unseated
Royal Milk Tea (the one with the blue label, forget which company) as the best bottled milk tea out there.
Chiffon is light, goes down smooth and, most importantly, is not too sweet, thus making it a perfect thirst-quencher drunk cold when it's hot out, and a perfect way to warm up for when it's slightly chilly, like today. *takes another sip* Yum.
Now, seeing as how I can type more comfortably, I think it's time I finally write about
( Veronica Mars. )And a few more thoughts:
One scene that stuck with me (it's from the first season, but it still illustrates what I like about Logan), was when -- actually, I don't even remember what the context was, I think it was when Veronica and Logan were secretly seeing each other, but that's unimportant -- Veronica was very upset about something and Logan immediately became furious at whoever had hurt her, demanding, "Tell me how I can make it better." I think that was the moment Jason Dohring completely won me over, perfectly projecting that intense desire to protect their womenfolk that good men have, that I've seen my father and brothers display for my mother and me. It went a good deal toward explaining just how broken up he was over Lily's death, even though it doesn't excuse his subsequent jackassery.
Also, and I think I forgot to mention this when I wrote about the first season, I had to chuckle when Keith finds Duncan in Cuba, and Duncan is reading
The Globe and Mail. ^_^
When I watching the end of the first season, I had a thought regarding a complaint I've often heard, and often voiced myself, about how characters react in such situations. Why would Veronica, who's always been very smart and together, leave Aaron in the car and run off, instead of tying him up or bashing him on the head once more for good measure? In so many films, we see the (usually female) character stare at her (usually male) attacker, who's been knocked out and is now lying immobile on the floor, and instead of making sure he won't be getting up to chase her, she runs off, shrieking for help. When you're watching this, it seems so silly -- of COURSE he's going to come to, get up, and go after her! But if you were in that situation, do you really think you'd want to stick around? If you've just been scared out of your wits by this man, you'd want to get as far away as possible, wouldn't you? You'd probably be disgusted by the thought of touching him, and even more by the thought of actively doing violence to someone who's currently helpless, no matter what he has done, or was trying to do, to you. It's one thing to react defensively when someone is attacking you, but I imagine it's altogether different when you're shaking in the aftermath of the adrenaline surge, and every instinct you have is telling you to get away as quickly as possible.
Wow, having my keyboard like this is SO MUCH BETTER! I could type all day!
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