Words Cannot Express the Joy...

... that reading this gentleman's reviews of Avatar: the Last Airbender brought into my life tonight. I literally spent the last 4-5 hours reading every single one of his reviews, which were written as he watched them -- spoiler-free and without knowing what happens. Again, words cannot express. Just joy. Pure joy.

It made me recall my own first viewing of ATLA, and how flabbergasted I was by the show's awesomeness. It was the summer after 1L year. I'm pretty sure I was in New Haven, as I distinctly remember sitting in that Edwards St. apartment, glued to the TV screen unable to stop because of how invested I was in the show.

Since The Legend of Korra released its first two episodes, I have been completely obsessing over the entire Avatar universe. OBSESSING. It's pained me that I have few friends with whom I can share this deep love. Discovering the online ATLA community has been a blessing (and a curse, from a time-wasting perspective...).

Discovering this trove of ATLA reviews, which remind me of my own initial reaction to the show... really, who could ask for anything better on a Tuesday night?

Thank you, ATLA Subreddit, for pointing me in the direction of Mark Watches Avatar.

[/edit: Um, apparently Mark also Watches Buffy and Angel. And Firefly. And Game of Thrones. And reads Hunger Games. Um, wow. Amazing.]

Target Demographic: Boys Age 6-11

Since the announcement of the release date of Legend of Korra, I have been OBSESSED with all things A:TLA and Korra. Not that I wasn't obsessed with A:TLA before, but I am over-the-top-obsessed now. I am now active in an A:TLA subreddit. I use twitter and tweet A:TLA things to and about A:TLA stuff.

I feel like a 12 year old child.

Nay, you might even say I've regressed to become the target demographic for A:TLA, which is apparently boys ages 6-11. Hahaha.

Instead, I'm 27, female, getting married in a firebender-themed wedding except no one but me knows that's the theme... Wow.

An Exciting Few Weeks

The following are coming out all within the next few weeks:

The Hunger Games movie...

Game of Thrones Season 2 season premiere...

Legend of Korra season premiere...

I can hardly wait.

"You gotta DEAL with it!"

This preview of Legend of Korra is AMAZING. I LOVE HER. SHE IS ADORABLE AND AWESOME AND KICKASS.

I cannot wait for this show to come out, damnit.

I think I will go finish rewatching the original Avatar series for the 6th or 7th time.

"I'M THE AVATAR! YOU GOTTA DEAL WITH IT!"

Dear Prudence

I just spent some 6-7 hours reading Slate's Dear Prudence advice column archives.

SIX TO SEVEN HOURS.

I was weirdly fascinated by the strange shit that goes on in other people's lives. Strange, interesting, awful, crazy. Also eminently readable, apparently.

Midnight Special

So XY and I are in New York last weekend with my parents. We stop by our wedding rehearsal dinner venue so that XY can scout it out. When all is well and done, my parents suggest we take a look at the hotel next door.

A lot of family is coming into town for the wedding, and we can't accommodate them all in my house, so my Dad is looking into affordable alternatives for housing the family brood.

I'm instantly sketched out by The Hotel, whose name shall go unmentioned. First of all, the front desk is surrounded by plexiglass, as if in a ghetto convenience store. Second of all, the place just looks dank and shady. When the owner takes us to look at some of the rooms, they look like they haven't been updated since the 1940s. Seriously, I get the heebie jeebies just remembering what those rooms looked like.

But what takes the cake is that when my Dad was trying to bargain with the owner about prices, he noticed a sign at the front desk that offered a "Midnight Special."

Dad: "What is the Midnight Special?"

Owner [uncomfortably]: "Uh, that's a special price, if you just want a room for a couple-a hours."

I'm not quite sure how long it took the cogs in my Dad's brain to register the serious skeevy sketch factor presented by the "Midnight Special," but . . . yeah . . .

Suffice it to say that no family of mine will be staying in that dunghole.

Dexter Downfall

Dexter used to be a good show, a show I looked forward to watching every week, a show that kept me on the edge of my seat. The first two seasons were extraordinarily entertaining. Season four was thrilling. Even the much maligned season five had its redeeming factors.

But Dexter Season 6 just went to an irredeemably bad place, and I don't know if I can forgive the show for it. This season has already been horrendous, but this episode, the writers took my favorite (and possibly the only interesting) relationship in the show: Dexter and Debra as brother and sister and FUCKED THAT SHIT UP.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Debra is wondering whether she is in love with Dexter. This isn't Cersei and Jamie Lannister, of course -- they are not biological siblings. But . . . why d'you have to go there? They are BROTHER AND SISTER.

Arrrrrhghghghghg.