Weekend Hangover
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itsallovernowSpent the bulk of the weekend either getting stuff ready for or attending the Bellydancer of the Universe Competition. And if anyone's ever wondered whether or not one can have too much bellydance, the answer is unabashedly, yes. Yes you can. (In part because I was not actually dancing, and I'm too broke to even look at costumes without being all sad and cow-eyed, so I had to sit at our vending table and drink bloody mary's and sell crappy costumes and convince myself that being a weighted belt from the booth we were connected to was totally justified if it helps me turn belly dancing into exercise again). But two days was enough and now I'm exhausted.
Worked yesterday, devoured Season 2 of Slings & Arrows. Cried. Adored. Related far too much to Ellen even though I don't much like her. Deleted the S3 premiere ep because I have no will power and wouldn't have written anything on the NIP if I hadn't. It airs again tomorrow on Sundance.
Watched both Rome and Heroes (well, mostly Heroes, fell asleep due to exhaustion and M. sent me to bed since he'd already watched).
I've been waiting for Cicero to die since Caesar was killed, and I fucking cried over Cicero. Over the look on his face as Pullo waited, over the peaches and his loyal slave, and just... Cicero was such a bastard sometimes and he backed the wrong team over and over again, had a viper's tongue, but at the end, he was a man of the Republic and I kind of hate that Mark Antony gets the joy of his death even though I love Antony. I loved how they played this, how beautiful and quiet it was. How it was Pullo's job, and how gentle he was with Cicero (before, of course, plunging the fucking sword into his neck).
It was beautifully symbolic as well, making Cicero's death the real end of the Republic. Making Brutus' death the end of that particular cycle of violence because the one coming up between Octavian and Antony is playing out other issues entirely.
I loved Antony the bad ass soldier sending his troops forward, lounging around eating bread and then recklessly, wildly entering the fray because Antony is a soldier and this is his victory. Octavian left alone on the field with that white horse, all of his youth tying him in place.
I'm glad that Agrippa and Octavia are both getting some, and how easily Attia sussess it all out.
And Vorenus, oh my man Lucius Vorenus. You are just... you're the Republic right there in all it's fucked up fading glory. The pater, the soldier, the leader without a fucking clue handing out death sentences because the Republic is ORDERING it. Controlling your people and looking at your children as if you're the only one who can see them, because you are the republic. No one will want your daughter, but that doesn't mean they won't use her. Lucius wearing Cicero's words as a hat. Vorenus in the sunshine, juggling for his children, pretending that he can continue to live like that. (Not consciously pretending, but the audience has to know it's his last moments in the sun).
Things are going to get ugly again, and well this ep wasn't as strong as the last, there was something beautiful about the sunshine and peaches and quiet while all around them the Republic collapses.
Am at work, am more than bored, so Five Question Meme if anyone wants to play. Ask me five questions about anything and I'll answer.
(Oh, also, via![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
voleuse's recent post, liviapenn has a list of 10 crackish crossover pairings, one of which is Keith Mars/Vala Mal Doran played out as a noir case - Vala being the femme fatale. This idea is ridiculously appealing!! So, so appealing.)
Worked yesterday, devoured Season 2 of Slings & Arrows. Cried. Adored. Related far too much to Ellen even though I don't much like her. Deleted the S3 premiere ep because I have no will power and wouldn't have written anything on the NIP if I hadn't. It airs again tomorrow on Sundance.
Watched both Rome and Heroes (well, mostly Heroes, fell asleep due to exhaustion and M. sent me to bed since he'd already watched).
I've been waiting for Cicero to die since Caesar was killed, and I fucking cried over Cicero. Over the look on his face as Pullo waited, over the peaches and his loyal slave, and just... Cicero was such a bastard sometimes and he backed the wrong team over and over again, had a viper's tongue, but at the end, he was a man of the Republic and I kind of hate that Mark Antony gets the joy of his death even though I love Antony. I loved how they played this, how beautiful and quiet it was. How it was Pullo's job, and how gentle he was with Cicero (before, of course, plunging the fucking sword into his neck).
It was beautifully symbolic as well, making Cicero's death the real end of the Republic. Making Brutus' death the end of that particular cycle of violence because the one coming up between Octavian and Antony is playing out other issues entirely.
I loved Antony the bad ass soldier sending his troops forward, lounging around eating bread and then recklessly, wildly entering the fray because Antony is a soldier and this is his victory. Octavian left alone on the field with that white horse, all of his youth tying him in place.
I'm glad that Agrippa and Octavia are both getting some, and how easily Attia sussess it all out.
And Vorenus, oh my man Lucius Vorenus. You are just... you're the Republic right there in all it's fucked up fading glory. The pater, the soldier, the leader without a fucking clue handing out death sentences because the Republic is ORDERING it. Controlling your people and looking at your children as if you're the only one who can see them, because you are the republic. No one will want your daughter, but that doesn't mean they won't use her. Lucius wearing Cicero's words as a hat. Vorenus in the sunshine, juggling for his children, pretending that he can continue to live like that. (Not consciously pretending, but the audience has to know it's his last moments in the sun).
Things are going to get ugly again, and well this ep wasn't as strong as the last, there was something beautiful about the sunshine and peaches and quiet while all around them the Republic collapses.
Am at work, am more than bored, so Five Question Meme if anyone wants to play. Ask me five questions about anything and I'll answer.
(Oh, also, via
voleuse's recent post, liviapenn has a list of 10 crackish crossover pairings, one of which is Keith Mars/Vala Mal Doran played out as a noir case - Vala being the femme fatale. This idea is ridiculously appealing!! So, so appealing.)
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5 Ws about Belly Dance
Date: 2007-02-20 10:34 pm (UTC)Who got you into it?
What kept you going back?
Where did you first perform?
Why do you love it so?
Re: 5 Ws about Belly Dance
Date: 2007-02-20 10:42 pm (UTC)I liked that it was something entirely new and kind of exotic (which I am not at all). I liked that it was a challenge, and that it made me giggle and try hard and felt good to do.
I first performed in a recital held by my teacher for the whole studio. I wore a handmade beledy dress and found out later you could see right through it on stage because of the lights:)
I love the feeling of being able to do something that's sexy and difficult and complex and layered. It's an artform, but it's also sort of a tease, and it teaches you how to really control your body. It's graceful and fluid and nutty and a little surreal and very feminine. It's a dance where having a big ass is a perk (although the trend is ever increasing towards thin, thin dancers). It's a totally different cultural experience, and I liked dancing with a troupe so much, liked having this dream I'd always had of being a professional dancer come true in an unexpected way.
Re: 5 Ws about Belly Dance
Date: 2007-02-20 11:13 pm (UTC)