Tuesday, April 23, 2019
*Repeat* Dakotah Slade Paranormal / Investigator 1x00 "Ashes"
1x00 "Ashes"
Released on http://www.patreon.com/99geek on April 2018
“I hate you!” Dakotah said with a giggle, holding her glasses in place while clenching her legs together. “You’re the god damned worst.”
“Mmmf,” came her boyfriend’s muffled sounds from between her thighs. He replaced his tongue with two of his fingers, and stood up to kiss her passionately. She was tall, but he was taller, and she’d have had to go on her tippy-toes had he not sat her on the wooden bar of their favourite pub. His kiss was deep and passionate, and she could taste herself on his lips as she drew him into her embrace. She wrapped her long black boots around his torso, as he continued to play her like an instrument.
“Stop,” she whispered in his ear though she knew she didn’t want him to. And he didn’t seem to want to either. With a shudder, she felt an orgasm roll through her body, and felt her juices leak over the counter and off onto the floor.
“Oh my god!” she said with a laugh as she could feel her face turn red, and her boyfriend Cale laughed too, grabbing napkins and a towel to mop it up. “Look what you made me do.”
“I love you so much,” Cale said, kissing her even while he cleaned up her mess with his hands. She was about to say the same back at him, affectionately touching his large bare muscular arms protruding from his sleeveless shirt, but she was interrupted as the bartender came in from the back.
“You two are still here?” Carol asked, an older short round Asian lady who ran the bar and made a habit of putting up with them. She was like a mother figure to them, more than their mothers had ever been. Dakotah had met Cale in that very bar; Carol had been the one who had introduced them.
From the moment Dakotah’s eyes landed on Cale, and locked with his own dark wells, she knew that she loved him at first sight. She knew, before they’d ever even touched, that her spirit or soul would be forever entangled with Cale’s, at least for as long as they drew breath. It wasn’t long after that moment before they were entangling both in spirit and every other way they could come up with. He filled all her holes, both figuratively and literally.
“Did you spill a drink?” Carol asked, spotting the rag Cale had just been using. Crossing the bar he threw out the napkins and seemed about to correct the bartender.
“Yes,” Dakotah said quickly, glad Carol hadn’t caught what they’d been up to before she’d come in. She gave a warning look to her boyfriend.
He answered the bartender’s first question instead. “We’re waiting for a business associate,” he told her, “He’ll be by soon, and then we can help you flip the chairs.”
“Will your business associate be wanting a drink?” Carol asked with a raise of her eyebrow.
“I can take care of it,” Cale told her, flashing the woman a charismatic grin, a toothy smile that made Dakotah wanna reach out and kiss him. “You can go upstairs and rest, I’ve got things from here.”
“I love you,” Dakotah said, reaching her arms out to Cale from her place still on the bar. He came to her, and they re-embraced. His comforting warmth was like a safety blanket around her. As long as she had him by her side she no longer felt afraid.
Love was everything. It was all encompassing and all consuming. When love grabbed hold of someone, good luck to any attempts at rationale. Good luck getting out alive. Like John Carpenter’s The Thing, love tears at a person, rips them to shreds. Murders the person they were. And then becomes them, or at least some facsimile that looks like them but doesn’t act quite like they used to.
And then one day it’s just gone. And then you’re alone.
*
She woke with a start, lifting her head off the bar where she must have passed out the night before. Her cheek had been resting on the very spot her butt had sat only one year earlier. She could still remember all of it, as if it had been yesterday. How he smelled, how he tasted. She could still feel his strong arms carrying her to their bed, she could still feel his warm body pressing against her, enveloping her. Smothering her under his weight, just the way she liked it.
“You’re awake,” Carol said, coming down the stairs from her loft above in a bathrobe.
“Did I sleep here last night?” Dakotah asked groggily, unable to remember anything from the night before as her head pounded with the king of all headaches. There was still half a pint of beer in a glass beside her, and she drank it down in one large gulp, feeling the warm flat alcohol slide comfortably down her hatch. Her stomach twisted, and her headache subsided slightly.
“Well if you’re trying to suggest that I took you home last night, undressed you, put you to bed, then redressed you in the morning with the same clothes you wore last night and repositioned you at my bar…” Carol trailed off as Dakotah looked at her expectantly. “I didn’t do that.”
“Well can I have another?” Dakotah asked, raising her glass to Carol. She looked around the large empty bar, where Carol had clearly cleaned up around her. Whatever insanity had happened last night, there was no sign of it now as the dingy old pub had been reset for the next night of drunken debauchery.
Carol got behind the bar to set a kettle to boil, and she crossed her arms as she looked disapprovingly down on Dakotah. “You still haven’t paid me for all your drinks last night,” Carol told her surrogate daughter. “Pay me for just one and you can have another.”
Dakotah slid her huge black purse from her arm, and started rummaging through it. “I’m gonna come into a little money any day now,” Dakotah insisted, pushing aside her Witchblade comic book and eyeliner. Her tazer. Empty change purse.
“Like trip over it on your way out the door?” Carol asked Dakotah with arms still crossed. “Dakotah. I love you. But I’m cutting you off.”
“Come on,” Dakotah said to herself, digging her hand deep into her purse. “I only need two toonies and a loonie.”
Carol turned on the TV as Dakotah continued searching every corner of her unwieldly large bag. The bartender switched it to the news where a reporter seemed to be doing a story out of their neighbouring town of Oakville.
“It was at the scene behind me here,” the reporter said into the camera, standing in front of a dock, “where sixty vampire children set sail in a large shipping barge off to a new world where they might live free from the risk of hurting others.”
“Vampires?” Carol repeated, with a shake of her head. “Fake news is getting worse and worse these days.”
“I believe in vampires,” Dakotah said, checking her coin purse for a third time in hopes she might find some coins she hadn’t seen any of the previous times. “People who feed off the social energy of others. They exist.”
“You also believe in witchcraft and every conspiracy theory you’ve ever read,” Carol said. “I remain unconvinced.”
Carol returned to her kettle as it whistled away. The reporter on screen was just finishing her story. “This is Isabol Teung of Voice News, Signing off. Back to you Brian!”
“Ah hah!” Dakotah exclaimed with excitement as her finger brushed against something metal. She pulled the coin from her bag as the door to the bar opened, and she lifted it to the light that streamed in from the open doorway.
“Damn,” she said. Just a quarter. She looked past the coin to see two of her friends entering the bar. Brienne and Alex. She’d gone to high school with them, so many years ago now. They were all about the same age, and Dakotah had just turned twenty. Brienne had long frizzled dreadlocks, and she was supporting her boyfriend Alex who seemed to be feeling unwell.
“Dee!” Brienne called into the bar as she helped her boyfriend through the doorway. “Help!”
“Brienne!” Dakotah said her name in greeting, getting up to join them. “Alex! Can I borrow five bucks?”
“Give it a rest Dee,” Brienne said, as Dakotah took Alex’s other arm. “Something’s wrong with Alex.”
He doubled over against a table and Dakotah put down a chair for him to sit on. “I feel amazing,” he insisted smiling even as he was wincing in pain. “I mean except for my stomach.”
“He took something new,” Brienne told Dakotah.
“What?”
“Some kind of drug,” Brienne continued. “I told him not to. I swear to god. I was like ‘Don’t take it Alex. You gotta have scientists like tell us it’s okay first.’ But you know Alex and science.” Brienne rolled her eyes, obviously very concerned. Alex was more akin to Dakotah than Brienne. He was open to new experiences, and didn’t believe in the ‘conventional truths’ the government brainwashed society with.
“Carol,” Dakotah called to the bartender. “He needs some water.”
Alex groaned and doubled over in his seat, clutching desperately at his stomach.
“What can I do?” Brienne asked him in loud hysteria, crouching down beside him. “Tell me what I can do!”
“It hurts!” Alex barely managed to utter. “Feels like my stomach is burn’n up. Oh god it hurts! It hurts!”
Brienne clutched Alex’s hand, tears streaming down her face. She loved him, they were each other’s entire world. Dakotah had once had a love like theirs. But love burned like a fire, consuming everything, eating away until there was nothing left but ash.
Alex’s shirt caught fire. Dakotah couldn’t see where the flame had originated from, but it seemed to spread from his belly, quickly engulfing his torso. Brienne screamed, the bright orange flames lashing at her and forcing her to release Alex’s hand. Both women backed away from him, screaming as their friend spasmed and writhed in his seat. As loud as their screams were, it wasn’t enough to drown out his own, an agonizing wail the likes of which neither would hear quite the like of again.
It took less than a minute before his screams were nothing but a memory, and a smoking pile of ash was all that remained of Alex. There was silence in the bar, all except for Brienne’s sobs. Dakotah inhaled, gasping for breath though she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding it.
“What the hell was that?” she asked at last, as Carol picked up her phone. Dakotah heard her finger land three times.
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Anderson woke up on his couch slowly, his hand clenching in pain. Remnants of a months-old wound. It was the joints, specifically the ones that had been broken. His other scars still ached as well. Two months of recovery, and he still didn’t feel quite the same. He didn’t think he’d ever feel completely the same again.
His apartment was a disaster. Dirty clothes littered the floor, mixed with empty potato chip bags and other junk food wrappers. He had nothing but a bath robe on, and couldn’t even remember the last time he’d showered. Or what day it was. He turned on the TV to a rerun of Price is Right. Getting off his ass, Anderson fumbled into his kitchen to cook himself up a bowl of cereal. Opening the fridge, he smelled the milk, disappointed it had gone sour. Only a week after its best before date. He’d had milk last twice that long.
Pouring the Fruit Loops into the cleanest bowl he could find on a counter littered with dirty dishes, Anderson was just about to collapse back on the couch and enjoy the comedy stylings of Drew Carry when his phone went off. He almost spilled his bowl of cereal in his lap as the loud ringtone blared. He’d not heard the phone ring in weeks. Grabbing his cellphone from the table in front of him, he took one look at the number on the screen and answered it.
“Chief,” Anderson said into the phone before the person on the other end could talk. “Is it time?” He glanced to the detective badge still sitting in the display case it had been presented to him in. Untouched.
“I think two months is long enough,” Sergeant Chief Sue Harrington said on the other end. “I have a case I’m hoping will be perfect to ease you in.” She gave him an address.
“I’ll be right there,” he said, hanging up the phone. Getting off his couch once more, he made for the bedroom and opened his closet to the only clean outfit he had left. A three piece suit.
He sniffed himself. Probably best he washed up first. And shaved.
“Mmmf,” came her boyfriend’s muffled sounds from between her thighs. He replaced his tongue with two of his fingers, and stood up to kiss her passionately. She was tall, but he was taller, and she’d have had to go on her tippy-toes had he not sat her on the wooden bar of their favourite pub. His kiss was deep and passionate, and she could taste herself on his lips as she drew him into her embrace. She wrapped her long black boots around his torso, as he continued to play her like an instrument.
“Stop,” she whispered in his ear though she knew she didn’t want him to. And he didn’t seem to want to either. With a shudder, she felt an orgasm roll through her body, and felt her juices leak over the counter and off onto the floor.
“Oh my god!” she said with a laugh as she could feel her face turn red, and her boyfriend Cale laughed too, grabbing napkins and a towel to mop it up. “Look what you made me do.”
“I love you so much,” Cale said, kissing her even while he cleaned up her mess with his hands. She was about to say the same back at him, affectionately touching his large bare muscular arms protruding from his sleeveless shirt, but she was interrupted as the bartender came in from the back.
“You two are still here?” Carol asked, an older short round Asian lady who ran the bar and made a habit of putting up with them. She was like a mother figure to them, more than their mothers had ever been. Dakotah had met Cale in that very bar; Carol had been the one who had introduced them.
From the moment Dakotah’s eyes landed on Cale, and locked with his own dark wells, she knew that she loved him at first sight. She knew, before they’d ever even touched, that her spirit or soul would be forever entangled with Cale’s, at least for as long as they drew breath. It wasn’t long after that moment before they were entangling both in spirit and every other way they could come up with. He filled all her holes, both figuratively and literally.
“Did you spill a drink?” Carol asked, spotting the rag Cale had just been using. Crossing the bar he threw out the napkins and seemed about to correct the bartender.
“Yes,” Dakotah said quickly, glad Carol hadn’t caught what they’d been up to before she’d come in. She gave a warning look to her boyfriend.
He answered the bartender’s first question instead. “We’re waiting for a business associate,” he told her, “He’ll be by soon, and then we can help you flip the chairs.”
“Will your business associate be wanting a drink?” Carol asked with a raise of her eyebrow.
“I can take care of it,” Cale told her, flashing the woman a charismatic grin, a toothy smile that made Dakotah wanna reach out and kiss him. “You can go upstairs and rest, I’ve got things from here.”
“I love you,” Dakotah said, reaching her arms out to Cale from her place still on the bar. He came to her, and they re-embraced. His comforting warmth was like a safety blanket around her. As long as she had him by her side she no longer felt afraid.
Love was everything. It was all encompassing and all consuming. When love grabbed hold of someone, good luck to any attempts at rationale. Good luck getting out alive. Like John Carpenter’s The Thing, love tears at a person, rips them to shreds. Murders the person they were. And then becomes them, or at least some facsimile that looks like them but doesn’t act quite like they used to.
And then one day it’s just gone. And then you’re alone.
*
She woke with a start, lifting her head off the bar where she must have passed out the night before. Her cheek had been resting on the very spot her butt had sat only one year earlier. She could still remember all of it, as if it had been yesterday. How he smelled, how he tasted. She could still feel his strong arms carrying her to their bed, she could still feel his warm body pressing against her, enveloping her. Smothering her under his weight, just the way she liked it.
“You’re awake,” Carol said, coming down the stairs from her loft above in a bathrobe.
“Did I sleep here last night?” Dakotah asked groggily, unable to remember anything from the night before as her head pounded with the king of all headaches. There was still half a pint of beer in a glass beside her, and she drank it down in one large gulp, feeling the warm flat alcohol slide comfortably down her hatch. Her stomach twisted, and her headache subsided slightly.
“Well if you’re trying to suggest that I took you home last night, undressed you, put you to bed, then redressed you in the morning with the same clothes you wore last night and repositioned you at my bar…” Carol trailed off as Dakotah looked at her expectantly. “I didn’t do that.”
“Well can I have another?” Dakotah asked, raising her glass to Carol. She looked around the large empty bar, where Carol had clearly cleaned up around her. Whatever insanity had happened last night, there was no sign of it now as the dingy old pub had been reset for the next night of drunken debauchery.
Carol got behind the bar to set a kettle to boil, and she crossed her arms as she looked disapprovingly down on Dakotah. “You still haven’t paid me for all your drinks last night,” Carol told her surrogate daughter. “Pay me for just one and you can have another.”
Dakotah slid her huge black purse from her arm, and started rummaging through it. “I’m gonna come into a little money any day now,” Dakotah insisted, pushing aside her Witchblade comic book and eyeliner. Her tazer. Empty change purse.
“Like trip over it on your way out the door?” Carol asked Dakotah with arms still crossed. “Dakotah. I love you. But I’m cutting you off.”
“Come on,” Dakotah said to herself, digging her hand deep into her purse. “I only need two toonies and a loonie.”
Carol turned on the TV as Dakotah continued searching every corner of her unwieldly large bag. The bartender switched it to the news where a reporter seemed to be doing a story out of their neighbouring town of Oakville.
“It was at the scene behind me here,” the reporter said into the camera, standing in front of a dock, “where sixty vampire children set sail in a large shipping barge off to a new world where they might live free from the risk of hurting others.”
“Vampires?” Carol repeated, with a shake of her head. “Fake news is getting worse and worse these days.”
“I believe in vampires,” Dakotah said, checking her coin purse for a third time in hopes she might find some coins she hadn’t seen any of the previous times. “People who feed off the social energy of others. They exist.”
“You also believe in witchcraft and every conspiracy theory you’ve ever read,” Carol said. “I remain unconvinced.”
Carol returned to her kettle as it whistled away. The reporter on screen was just finishing her story. “This is Isabol Teung of Voice News, Signing off. Back to you Brian!”
“Ah hah!” Dakotah exclaimed with excitement as her finger brushed against something metal. She pulled the coin from her bag as the door to the bar opened, and she lifted it to the light that streamed in from the open doorway.
“Damn,” she said. Just a quarter. She looked past the coin to see two of her friends entering the bar. Brienne and Alex. She’d gone to high school with them, so many years ago now. They were all about the same age, and Dakotah had just turned twenty. Brienne had long frizzled dreadlocks, and she was supporting her boyfriend Alex who seemed to be feeling unwell.
“Dee!” Brienne called into the bar as she helped her boyfriend through the doorway. “Help!”
“Brienne!” Dakotah said her name in greeting, getting up to join them. “Alex! Can I borrow five bucks?”
“Give it a rest Dee,” Brienne said, as Dakotah took Alex’s other arm. “Something’s wrong with Alex.”
He doubled over against a table and Dakotah put down a chair for him to sit on. “I feel amazing,” he insisted smiling even as he was wincing in pain. “I mean except for my stomach.”
“He took something new,” Brienne told Dakotah.
“What?”
“Some kind of drug,” Brienne continued. “I told him not to. I swear to god. I was like ‘Don’t take it Alex. You gotta have scientists like tell us it’s okay first.’ But you know Alex and science.” Brienne rolled her eyes, obviously very concerned. Alex was more akin to Dakotah than Brienne. He was open to new experiences, and didn’t believe in the ‘conventional truths’ the government brainwashed society with.
“Carol,” Dakotah called to the bartender. “He needs some water.”
Alex groaned and doubled over in his seat, clutching desperately at his stomach.
“What can I do?” Brienne asked him in loud hysteria, crouching down beside him. “Tell me what I can do!”
“It hurts!” Alex barely managed to utter. “Feels like my stomach is burn’n up. Oh god it hurts! It hurts!”
Brienne clutched Alex’s hand, tears streaming down her face. She loved him, they were each other’s entire world. Dakotah had once had a love like theirs. But love burned like a fire, consuming everything, eating away until there was nothing left but ash.
Alex’s shirt caught fire. Dakotah couldn’t see where the flame had originated from, but it seemed to spread from his belly, quickly engulfing his torso. Brienne screamed, the bright orange flames lashing at her and forcing her to release Alex’s hand. Both women backed away from him, screaming as their friend spasmed and writhed in his seat. As loud as their screams were, it wasn’t enough to drown out his own, an agonizing wail the likes of which neither would hear quite the like of again.
It took less than a minute before his screams were nothing but a memory, and a smoking pile of ash was all that remained of Alex. There was silence in the bar, all except for Brienne’s sobs. Dakotah inhaled, gasping for breath though she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding it.
“What the hell was that?” she asked at last, as Carol picked up her phone. Dakotah heard her finger land three times.
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Anderson woke up on his couch slowly, his hand clenching in pain. Remnants of a months-old wound. It was the joints, specifically the ones that had been broken. His other scars still ached as well. Two months of recovery, and he still didn’t feel quite the same. He didn’t think he’d ever feel completely the same again.
His apartment was a disaster. Dirty clothes littered the floor, mixed with empty potato chip bags and other junk food wrappers. He had nothing but a bath robe on, and couldn’t even remember the last time he’d showered. Or what day it was. He turned on the TV to a rerun of Price is Right. Getting off his ass, Anderson fumbled into his kitchen to cook himself up a bowl of cereal. Opening the fridge, he smelled the milk, disappointed it had gone sour. Only a week after its best before date. He’d had milk last twice that long.
Pouring the Fruit Loops into the cleanest bowl he could find on a counter littered with dirty dishes, Anderson was just about to collapse back on the couch and enjoy the comedy stylings of Drew Carry when his phone went off. He almost spilled his bowl of cereal in his lap as the loud ringtone blared. He’d not heard the phone ring in weeks. Grabbing his cellphone from the table in front of him, he took one look at the number on the screen and answered it.
“Chief,” Anderson said into the phone before the person on the other end could talk. “Is it time?” He glanced to the detective badge still sitting in the display case it had been presented to him in. Untouched.
“I think two months is long enough,” Sergeant Chief Sue Harrington said on the other end. “I have a case I’m hoping will be perfect to ease you in.” She gave him an address.
“I’ll be right there,” he said, hanging up the phone. Getting off his couch once more, he made for the bedroom and opened his closet to the only clean outfit he had left. A three piece suit.
He sniffed himself. Probably best he washed up first. And shaved.
Geekly Daily 109 (Monday, April 22nd):
Now Playing: Fortnite
Now Listening: Game of Thrones Aftershow podcasts
Now Watching:
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Now Writing: Dakotah Slade Paranormal/Investigator
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Daily Geekly News Headlines:
Geekly Daily Blog:
I'm thinking of posting repeats of chapters, just so there's always some writing being mixed in with all the Video Game and pop culture content. I also go through the daily headlines every day and figure I might as well include the best of what I find here... Only I didn't find anything really interesting last night so all I got is the anniversary of both Game Boy and Yoshi. Jeez. They're as old as I am.
So many people are freaking out about Maisie William's nude scene in game of thrones. I think it was beautiful and emotional and perfect, and she wasn't even that nude. I'm really proud of her. We don't see much but it still must have been hard for her, having to get that naked on set.
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Geekly Weekly TV Rankings (➤ for new) ( I live tweet shows on twitter, but try to keep those spoiler-lite @AndrewGeczy)
Now Listening: Game of Thrones Aftershow podcasts
Now Watching:
Now Reading:
Now Writing: Dakotah Slade Paranormal/Investigator
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Daily Geekly News Headlines:
- The Game Boy and Yoshi turns 30 apparently. Big month for Nintendo.
Geekly Daily Blog:
I'm thinking of posting repeats of chapters, just so there's always some writing being mixed in with all the Video Game and pop culture content. I also go through the daily headlines every day and figure I might as well include the best of what I find here... Only I didn't find anything really interesting last night so all I got is the anniversary of both Game Boy and Yoshi. Jeez. They're as old as I am.
So many people are freaking out about Maisie William's nude scene in game of thrones. I think it was beautiful and emotional and perfect, and she wasn't even that nude. I'm really proud of her. We don't see much but it still must have been hard for her, having to get that naked on set.
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Geekly Weekly TV Rankings (➤ for new) ( I live tweet shows on twitter, but try to keep those spoiler-lite @AndrewGeczy)
- ➤ Game of Thrones *****Great episode this week. A lot of people, including myself, were hoping for some action this week, and on my glance this episode doesn't have any. But that's not completely true. Arya gets some action, if you know what I mean. Her scene with Gendry was awesome. In fact, practically every scene was awesome. I was on the edge of my seat squeeling like a little school girl at lines of dialogue. I love this show so much. Only 4 episodes left :( and I'm really afraid about how there was so much of a focus who would be in the battle, and who would be in the crypts with the children, women, and elderly. If the theory that the Night King might raise the dead in the crypts, it could be a blood bath of their most vulnerable people! I'm almost certain that's how next week will play out. That Tyrion will survive, but what he sees will be so horrible that it'll lead him to make a horribly fateful choice at king's landing to kill everyone in the city before they can be turned into an army against him.
- ➤ Killing Eve ****1/2
It was a fine episode of the show. One without a lot of stand out moments. It might even be one of the weaker episodes of the show, which means absolutely nothing at all, and I'm still tempted to give it five stars. I love every second of this show. I was disappointed last week with the return of Konstantin, but he was great this week and I enjoyed his inclusion a lot. I enjoyed nearly every scene with Villanelle and can't believe what she's been doing to Eve's husband, the poor guy. Villanelle sure knows how to stir shit. I just hated the whole "They were sooooooo close but no cigar!" thing. I want them to interact, to work together. To fall in love and be together forever. To make out and sleep together, have a crazy night of passion. Which is likely wishful thinking, but I can dream. That razor in the lipstick though, harsh. - ➤ American Gods ****
Fun focus on Mads Sweeny for the entire episode, though you could pretty much tell from the beginning where the episode was headed. It was a fitting send off, I suppose, and interesting despite my lack of much interest. I almost gave up on this show this week, but I'm happy I stuck around, especially if there's just one episode left. - ➤ Supergirl ****Good episode this week, the funnest parts being with Brainy and his little subplot, but the primary story was an enjoyably complex exploration of who Supergirl is and how what she does can cause as much trouble as good. Though it's a topic brought up a lot by villains, I thought when the one guy int hat prison was telling her off, he made some good points. I was almost impressed by the writing of his character, and how Supergirl was continuing to delve into complicated issues, but his character and the depth of the story was undercut somewhat by the extreme contrast between how much he hated Supergirl and how much he absolutely loved Kara Danver's reporting in Catco Magazine. It was cartoonish, to say the least. Also I definintely do not want to see Alex get with James Olsen's therapist sister. I don't want it. I just don't like her.
- ➤ Vice Special Report: Automation in the Workplace ***** (April 20th)
- ➤ Last Week Tonight ***** (April 21st)
- ➤ Stephen Colbert ** (April 19th)
Sunday, April 21, 2019
The New Geekly Weekly 3
Now Playing: Battlefield V
Now Listening: Kinda Funny podcasts
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Happy 4/20 everyone!
I stayed up way too late playing video games again. Sometimes when you get in a good group of guys, it's hard to let go. I also keep cutting shows from the list so I'll have more time to game, which is probably not good. or really good. I dunno.
Turns out I can't fix the audio issue with GTA IV. Which is too bad. I sorta see my streaming efforts as a chance to share how into the story modes I get, how I really try to roleplay the character. But game I tackle thinking will be perfect for me to show my stuff, there's some glitch or bullshit that gets in the way. Sad. Or I just suck. Often it's just that.
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Geekly Weekly TV Rankings (➤ for new) (PPS: I live tweet shows on twitter, but I try to keep those spoiler-lite @AndrewGeczy)
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Happy 4/20 everyone!
I stayed up way too late playing video games again. Sometimes when you get in a good group of guys, it's hard to let go. I also keep cutting shows from the list so I'll have more time to game, which is probably not good. or really good. I dunno.
Turns out I can't fix the audio issue with GTA IV. Which is too bad. I sorta see my streaming efforts as a chance to share how into the story modes I get, how I really try to roleplay the character. But game I tackle thinking will be perfect for me to show my stuff, there's some glitch or bullshit that gets in the way. Sad. Or I just suck. Often it's just that.
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Geekly Weekly TV Rankings (➤ for new) (PPS: I live tweet shows on twitter, but I try to keep those spoiler-lite @AndrewGeczy)
- Game of Thrones *****
I love this show so much. Right away I was giddy as a school girl. Seeing Arya again was more than enough for me. She didn't have enough to do. I'm surprised Jon didn't notice her lurking around in the crowd. It's also interesting seeing everyone react to Daenarys. People don't like her very much, and they have good reason. She's killed a lot of people for no better reason than because they wouldn't worship her. I wonder if Sam is right that Jon would make a better king. And what will that mean? I have heard a theory that pretty plausible surrounding Tyrion, and I gotta say. Nothing in this episode contradicted that theory. In fact it's almost as if watching the parts play out exactly as expected. Not that there weren't moments of joy. Like Jon riding Rhaegal. - Legends of Tomorrow *****
Amazing episode. I almost wanted to put this episode above Game of Thrones, after all the best show ever didn't have me rolling in tears of laughter for the whole episode. An episode with a funeral no less. Everything with Zari was just pure gold. I love her so much. But even the subplot with Ray and his real world wife was just hilarious. So god damn funny and perfect. This episode was just perfection in an hour. - Killing Eve *****
This show is amazing. It's so fun, and its star is one of the charismatic actresses in hollywood. Villanelle is so crazy and hilarious and absurd. I heart her so much. This show has been as strong as ever in season two, even with the new showrunner. If there was one thing I was disappointed about, it was the ending. The two hitter of the old guy handler I didn't care for, and Villanelle getting a new handler, who I don't care for. She's more interesting when she's off the chain, and going after Sandra Oh. I wanna see them meet up... and sleep together. I'm weird. - Cloak and Dagger *****
Great episode of Cloak and Dagger. This season has been amazing so far. I love the two Bridgettes., with one already taking on the name mayhem. I'm not quite sure how they decided on the name. Someone was like "Man, she's causing so much mayhem" and then next thing I know they're just like "Mayhem was here! We have to catch Mayhem!" Okay, so we're just going with that then. "She's super strong Have you ever faced someone like her before?" They've never faced anyone before. They aren't the Avengers! I do like the parallels between this show and Star Trek. Clearly the detective is the victim of a horrific transporter accident. - The Flash *****
I really enjoyed this episode this week. Going through Nora's past was a hell of an emotional ride. Nora's past, our future. She's really been put through the wringer, her mind blown repeatedly in a very short amount of time. What's really crazy is how she didn't know the flash was her father, but she was super obsessed with him all through childhood anyway? I really assumed she was raised knowing who her father was. I dunno if that was ever clarified. Also I didn't love her friend, but it was fine when she died. A lot of the emotion really landed. This episode had impact, and it did a great job of it too. I almost gave it five stars and put it above Legends. But that could just be the crazy "newer is better" part of my brain. - Into the Badlands **** 1/2
I hate, more and more, that we are coming to the end of this show. That's the worst thing about this season, though this episode was fantastic. I loved that Bajie survived, though I expected it, both last episode, and then was even more confirmed by the way they had Magnus tell Sunnby he was dead, and then thankfully they didn't take long to confirm of suspicions. That fight scene at the end was amazing too, we haven't had a fight scene that good in a while, they'd been a little busy with the plot, as they still are here but the carved out a chunk for a good fight and it worked. Also Widow comforting the master at the end of her life was great. And the montage at the end was good, though the choice of music, while warming to me as it went on, was pretty jarring at first. - ➤ Doom Patrol **** 1/2Good episode, with some great moments, but now that the show has hit such heights, a filler episode about Timothy Dalton's love affair with a cavewoman while Rita and Cyborg (My least favourite character) bumble around chasing after Beard Hunter. Beard Hunter by the way, hilariously realized, and disturbingly unsettling. Do not eat while watching this episode. I made that mistake.
- Cloak and Dagger Ep 2x04 ****1/2
Good episode again, the show continuing to be strong as it continues its second season. THis episode was a little more messy than the last three, with Tandy's adventures inside ty being a bit more mercurious. Which apparently isn't a word, but it should be. Ty not being able to use his powers was rough to watch as he was put through the wringer and had to cope without his powers. A great episode, just not at the high level this show is capable of. It can be even better than this. - Arrow ****1/2
It was a really good episode, focusing on the women of the show for the most part, and I enjoyed it... for the most part. I've never liked Dinah, and this show did nothing to change my mind about that. It was also annoying that this was this first time in while Laurel got any attention, and it was to send her away. And she's a character I like. Now I fear we'll only be getting more DInah. That said, I can't fault the episode for the turn in the show. I enjoyed the episode, when Dinah wasn't busy being a bitch. I'm suddenly wondering. What if they are hiding the fact that Oliver dies in the crossover. Because everyone expects it, but no one will suspect they've been building up to it for a year and a half in the flash-forwards. It's not that much of a mind blown, but this is CW, that's about the best they're gonna get. Ask me sometime about my game of thrones theory. It's not actually mine, and based on an unverified leak, but I'm convinced it's true based on all kinds of evidence in the show. And from that theory I've pretty much constructed the whole structure of the season in my head, and so far it's looking pretty accurate. - Brooklyn Nine Nine ****
Fun episode of Brooklyn Nine Nine this week. Unlike last week's snoozefest, this week brought the fun. I loved the storyline between Peralta and Holt's husband. I loved Holt trying to prove himself to Kevin's faculty. I even enjoyed Amy's strange B story and Rosa backing her no matter how silly it got, even though the b-plot was largely throwaway. All in all, a fun episode. - Star Trek Discovery ***
I'm having a hard time knowing quite how to place this episode. It had moments of greatness, when things really came together. The battle scene was really over the top. There were moments that impacted me and gave me shivers. But there were also moments that had me groaning and rolling my eyes. There were moments that had me asking why characters were making the choices they were making. There were moments that really frustrated me. Half of this episode is worthy of five stars, and half of this episode is so bad as for me to give it one star. So in the end it lands somewhere in the middle. Hopefully next season will be better. I do find it strange that for once my opinion is different from that of a lot of others. I loved the first and second episode of the first season where most people hated it. I thought the rest of the season was good, where most people though it was meh. I thought the finale was meh when a lot of people thought it was a step in the right direction. And now in season two it seems everyone loved this season, and I thought it was barely serviceable. Weird. - American Gods ***
It was an alright episode of American Gods this week, delving into the histories of both Wednesday and, to a lesser extent, Nancy. We get to learn their origins so to speak, and they are fascinating stories. But was that enough to elevate this episode? Not really, but it kept my interest none the less. Possibly the best part of the episode was the quality Burlesque. - Gotham ***
It was a boring run by numbers episode of the show. Was it the finale? Cause it sure felt like it, but it wasn't particularly good. I'm so kinda done with this show, but we'll see. - Brooklyn Nine Nine ***
Not a great episode of the show. There were certainly great moments, but I was shocked at Peralta being so against having kids. It makes sense that he had a bad father and wouldn't want to perpetuate that, but I feel like someone like him, with a childish and geeky heart, would want to pass it on. Most geeks do. So it was weird. I did like that as soon as Amy started talking about seeing other people he snapped awake and put an end to it. Obviously he hadn't realized how much kids meant to her, and she doesn't realize how much she means to him. I'm pretty convinced, and hope, that he wouldn't let anything tear them apart if he can help it. And that includes any kind of differing of opinions. As it was, his speech at the end fell very false, but I like my explanation better, and perhaps as we continue forward we will see that he still hasn't fully accepted becoming a father, but he'll make it in the end for all the reasons I give. - ➤ Big Bang Theory **1/2Not a great episode of big bang theory, seeming to manufacture drama at the expense of the characters. There wasn't much fun or funny about this episode, instead leaning more on awkward and uneasy. But there were moments that came close to funny, and it left Sheldon's relationship in a good place.
- Saturday Night Live **
I love Emma Stone as much as the next celebrity obsessed geek man-child, but the sketches this week were very meh. A lot of them just weren't funny, and Emma wasn't. It was just a whole bunch of meh. THe first BTS performance was the most interesting part of the episode. I was like "Hmm, I get why tween girls are going crazy over these guys." - X ➤ X The Warrior XXX
Another show off the list. I didn't really give this episode a chance. I've just become fussier with the TV I'm following right now, trying to down size.
- ➤ Vice News Tonight ****1/2 (April 17th - 19th)
- Last Week Tonight ****1/2 ( April 14th)
- James Corden ** (April 15th - 18th)
- Stephen Colbert ** (April 15th - 18th)
- ➤ Graham Norton ** (April 19th)
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