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Jun. 4th, 2009 02:59 amLittle Mariska Hargitay plays rape victim well in this episode of some old show called Adam-12 I just watched. It's neat to see her in something else; Cynthia on ER wasn't too far off of Olivia (generic professionalish woman), and she's been doing just SVU for so long that I wasn't really sure she could, you know, act anything else.
And her character needs so badly an Olivia to reassure her and an Alex to help Liv doubleteam-persuade her into testifying. The cops just let her go at the end like "Sucks to be us because rapist man is still out on the streets, but whatevs." Mah SVU gang would never have stood for that.
Note the breathalyzer that the random other chick blows into. It's like a gigantic random box of switches and dials that looks like this big toy we had when we were younger that consisted of a bunch of random switches and dials to play with. Funny to think about how you can pick one up at the drug store to test your kid with after he comes home from the prom afterparty for like $20.
Speaking of mah SVU gang. This is currently my Facebook status, but I'll reiterate it here. I'm glad (though not surprised) they did what they did on the SVU finale how they did it, because if they'd have killed off Liz Donnelly, I would have had to choke a bitch. Really should have reshot that second "You didn't hear that" after Elliot says he wants to take her to a hotel, though, and made it so she was just saying it to Liv, because that would have been both funnier and. . . more understandable. It took me the second watching to connect that to the pity it's not a social call from earlier and add it all up to Liz thinks that Elliot is a large hunk of well-hung Marine manlove. (Which is true.) Also a pity? That Liz didn't even get to experience the gloriousness that must have been the princess carry out of her house via Marinemanlovehunk because she was busy having her heart stop at the time. I'm sort of tossing around an post-ep fic in my head that will prolly never get written, but that might have to be reconciled (or at least remarked upon). "People. . . take your meds!" is going on my short list of best judge quotes ever, though (and I've got some good contenders from my mock trial years, so that's saying something).
Rent is here atm, at the Fox (meaning uber expensive and all the good tickets are gone, natch, mostly to the season ticket holders), and this tour has Anthony Rapp and Adam Pascal which makes it even wickeder. I was planning on going down for the raffle, but then thanks to the soundtrack in my car all week and happening upon the DVD of the final cast's performance at the library (I totally forgot they made one of those!), I'm kind of Rent'd out, so I'm not so sure I'm going to bother.
Shakespeare in the Park's been doing Merry Wives of Windsor, which I know nothing about save that the Shagster wrote it. I keep meaning to read the thing before I go. Hence why I haven't yet gone. But tomorrow looks to be nice weather-wise, plus Thursdays are my favorite because the sign language interpreters are there and they're always fun to watch, so looks like the reading's not going to happen.
And now I'm reading all the reviews from people on Walgreens.com who bought the home marijuana test kit (after trying to make sure you really could pick up a home alcohol testing kit for $20, because I've actually never really looked at the price due to, you know, not needing one. It's like how I failed the written driving test once, when I had to retake it after letting my old one lapse, because there were 3 questions on the points system and penalties for driving drunk and such, which I never read the section on because I didn't plan to be a fucktard and do shit like that). LOL. They're stressing about whether a faint second line is really negative, or negative enough or something.
LOLOL at the people who give their stats in their review and they read something like this: Me = White Male, late 30's, 5'8", 180 lbs not athletic. Fail. I just have this picture in my mind of a balding, probably-actually-early-40s, overweight, couch potato guy watching TV with a beer in one hand and a joint in the other while sitting on the couch he sleeps on in his mom's basement.
Actually, the guy in my head looks a lot like Judah Friedlander from 30 Rock.
And her character needs so badly an Olivia to reassure her and an Alex to help Liv doubleteam-persuade her into testifying. The cops just let her go at the end like "Sucks to be us because rapist man is still out on the streets, but whatevs." Mah SVU gang would never have stood for that.
Note the breathalyzer that the random other chick blows into. It's like a gigantic random box of switches and dials that looks like this big toy we had when we were younger that consisted of a bunch of random switches and dials to play with. Funny to think about how you can pick one up at the drug store to test your kid with after he comes home from the prom afterparty for like $20.
Speaking of mah SVU gang. This is currently my Facebook status, but I'll reiterate it here. I'm glad (though not surprised) they did what they did on the SVU finale how they did it, because if they'd have killed off Liz Donnelly, I would have had to choke a bitch. Really should have reshot that second "You didn't hear that" after Elliot says he wants to take her to a hotel, though, and made it so she was just saying it to Liv, because that would have been both funnier and. . . more understandable. It took me the second watching to connect that to the pity it's not a social call from earlier and add it all up to Liz thinks that Elliot is a large hunk of well-hung Marine manlove. (Which is true.) Also a pity? That Liz didn't even get to experience the gloriousness that must have been the princess carry out of her house via Marinemanlovehunk because she was busy having her heart stop at the time. I'm sort of tossing around an post-ep fic in my head that will prolly never get written, but that might have to be reconciled (or at least remarked upon). "People. . . take your meds!" is going on my short list of best judge quotes ever, though (and I've got some good contenders from my mock trial years, so that's saying something).
Rent is here atm, at the Fox (meaning uber expensive and all the good tickets are gone, natch, mostly to the season ticket holders), and this tour has Anthony Rapp and Adam Pascal which makes it even wickeder. I was planning on going down for the raffle, but then thanks to the soundtrack in my car all week and happening upon the DVD of the final cast's performance at the library (I totally forgot they made one of those!), I'm kind of Rent'd out, so I'm not so sure I'm going to bother.
Shakespeare in the Park's been doing Merry Wives of Windsor, which I know nothing about save that the Shagster wrote it. I keep meaning to read the thing before I go. Hence why I haven't yet gone. But tomorrow looks to be nice weather-wise, plus Thursdays are my favorite because the sign language interpreters are there and they're always fun to watch, so looks like the reading's not going to happen.
And now I'm reading all the reviews from people on Walgreens.com who bought the home marijuana test kit (after trying to make sure you really could pick up a home alcohol testing kit for $20, because I've actually never really looked at the price due to, you know, not needing one. It's like how I failed the written driving test once, when I had to retake it after letting my old one lapse, because there were 3 questions on the points system and penalties for driving drunk and such, which I never read the section on because I didn't plan to be a fucktard and do shit like that). LOL. They're stressing about whether a faint second line is really negative, or negative enough or something.
LOLOL at the people who give their stats in their review and they read something like this: Me = White Male, late 30's, 5'8", 180 lbs not athletic. Fail. I just have this picture in my mind of a balding, probably-actually-early-40s, overweight, couch potato guy watching TV with a beer in one hand and a joint in the other while sitting on the couch he sleeps on in his mom's basement.
Actually, the guy in my head looks a lot like Judah Friedlander from 30 Rock.
