Wow, I suck.
I can't remember blogging so little since I started this thing. Granted I have been incredibly busy with multiple projects, house guests etc but still... one post? That's disgraceful.
But when we do have some downtime, Netflix to the rescue! The boy and I started watching the HBO True Blood Series. We're both fans of the books by Charlaine Harris but I was rather reluctant to give this a try.
Considering the massacre that was the TV adapation of Jim Butcher's Dresden Files, I had low expectations for True Blood.
Surprisingly, it's a pretty faithful interpretation of the series. Too much so at times - dialogue is pulled straight from the pages. While other items are completely re-vamped (har har).
There are 2 things that prevent me from truly enjoying the show.
1) The way Bill (the guy on the left) says "Sookie"... the main character's name. He breathes heavily into it.. "Suuuhhhkieeee". It makes my skin crawl. I looooathe it.
2) Anna Paquin. Yes, the little girl from the Piano. Everything about this selection fails, from the dyed blond hair to the horrible, horrible southern accent to her attempts at looking soulful and deep - more like constipated and confused.
Other than those minor irritants, it's been a fun distraction. Carry on.