Blood, Typing

The bloody awful news is that on Monday night I was playing with scissors and, to quote Dan Aykroyd as Julia Child, cut the dickens out of my finger.

I'm unable to blame my erratic WiFi for the lack of posting this week, therefore; it's just that I found it powerful hard to type with one hand while the other was raised over my head, bandaged and throbbing.

The bloody good news is that I caught up with the current season of True Blood via HBO On Demand this past week while house-sitting, with all the more time to watch television since the typing weren't happening.

Screencap from one of Jessica's videos © Home Box Office, Inc.

I'd only recently finished Season Two on DVD, and I was really bummed about having to avoid spoilers or just plain wait for a whole year to see where things went in Season Three. Now I either need to rework my long-on-hold review and post it immediately or hope I'll catch this weekend's episode and include it in my writeup before the season finale on Sept. 12th.

I've mentioned here before that if you're not watching True Blood you're missing out on pulpy good fun. Those fortunate souls with both HBO and the On Demand service only have to buy, rent, or borrow the Season One DVDs, as Season Two is available via HBO On Demand along with Season Three to date, and some extras to boot, through Oct. 10th. Those without have until next summer, if the pattern holds, to burn through the first two DVD sets before Season Three is released. And once you're past the first few shaky, expositorily heavy episodes, you won't want to stop. There are a bunch of fun True Blood tie-in websites, incidentally, including the blog of Deborah Ann Woll's newly turned vampire Jessica Hamby, which has frequent short-but-sweet video entries.


Joan Crawford said...

*This comment has spoilers and talks about guts and stuff! You've been warned*

Blammy Cakes! I assume you were cutting out letters from magazines for more of your "Thinking of You" notes that you like to send to people anonymously? I hope you finger grows back - though a man with a missing finger never lacks for a conversation starter. I knew a guy with a missing finger. Did you know they offer prosthetic fingers? The ones he had don't move, they just sit there and they aren't quite his skin color and he wore them to weird people out: "No-one can tell!" he said when he put it on. You have to be able to take a joke if you're to enjoy missing a finger. He had two models, one for Summer and an insulated one for Winter. HA! Seriously.
He lost his finger in a lawnmower. Yeah. I helped him do his wound care. Which was one of the greatest things ever. One time, one of his stitches burst and a bunch of yellow adipose tissue (or "Ah! Sick! Guts!" as his friend who gagged when he saw it said) splurted out. We had to go back to the hospital for that one...not that I couldn't have stuffed it back in and sewed it up but we didn't have the necessary tools.

I just started watching True Blood last week! I LOVE IT. Love. Love. Love. I really like the Cajun guy, I can't remember his name. I am on episode 9 of season 1. I am planning on watching two more tonight. I am so thrilled to have found this show (8 million years after everyone else)! It's my new obsession.
I like Bill but...are vampires just not allowed to be funny? Is that a personality requirement? Ooh and Sam is out my good books after he didn't follow Sookie when she ran off at the funeral. Not cool Sam, not cool. I love Sookie and Tara! and Lafayette!

El Qué said...

I see that the phrase "bandaged and throbbing" gets Ms. Zombie Mamacita's immediate attention. ^__^ (Glad your healing factor is working, Blam!)