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About Lost Night

May 19th, 2010 | 4 comments | Posted by Jen

No, you will not be the guardians of the “light hole”

I realized as I was watching Lost’s “previously on” at the start of last night’s episode that I’ve been suffering from TV-PTSD–that’s Post Traumatic Stress Disorder brought on by something awful you’ve seen on TV that you actually and pathetically believe is real–the awful thing, of course, being Jin and Sun’s deaths in that sinking sub two weeks back.

Is anyone else still pissed that among Jin’s last words to Sun were “I won’t leave you” and then the final shot of them is their cold dead hands drifting away from–i.e. leaving–one another?

Did anyone else want Hurley or Jack to die instead, because they both fuckin’ bug?

Is anyone else worried about what’s going to happen to Ji Yeon, Jin and Sun’s baby daughter?

Like, is she going to an orphanage?

Or will Sun’s mean Hardass Asian Dad raise her?

Or, worse yet, will Katherine Heigl adopt her and raise her to become a Hollywood princess d-bag???

The show since has been as dead to me as Jin and Sun’s cold, parting hands, and in my Continue reading About Lost Night

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BABEWATCH: Sonja Sohn “reWIRED”

November 10th, 2009 | 4 comments | Posted by Jen

Name: Sonja Sohn sonjasohn

Hails from: Virginia

Occupation: Actress and activist

Why She’s a Babe: As Detective Kima Greggs on the best television show of all time, The Wire, Sonja proved that she could drink, smoke, fuck, and fuck up her relationships right alongside the big boys. And now the Blasian former slam poet–who goes by her Korean American mother’s maiden name because her father didn’t approve of her career choice–is turning her experiences from the show and from filming in the bleakest neighborhoods of Baltimore into a nonprofit called “reWIRED For Change,” a life-skills, violence prevention, and self-esteem-building program targeting at-risk youth, ages 14-24. This along with The Wire being taught as a course at Harvard next year makes it almost seem like the show never died, went to TV heaven, and left me canceling HBO, watching all five seasons on DVD over and over like a fiend, and in a state of permanent mourning.

Well, almost.

[Boston Globe: 'The Wire' sparks a connection]

[reWIRED For Change]

Source

Filed under: Baltimore, Blasians, Groundbreaking Television, HBO, I Miss The Wire, Korean-Americans, Mixed People, One Hour Dramas, Rewired for Change, sonja sohn, The Wire, The Wire Goes to Harvard

BABEWATCH: Daniel Henney in Primetime

June 2nd, 2009 | 0 comments | Posted by Jen

OMGOMGOMGOMG. Daniel Henney is coming over to MY house!!! No, seriously, ferreal. OMG. What should I do? More importantly, what should I wear? Something kinda casual, maybe, but paired with some strappy, devastating fuck-me shoes? Don’t want to appear desperate. BUT I AM DESPERATE DANIEL HENNEY LET ME LICK YOUR FACE. Okay, breathe. Do you think Daniel Henney likes risotto? I’ve been making a mean risotto lately. But, wait, what am I saying? He’s an actor. Actors don’t do carbs. Hmm. Maybe we skip dinner altogether then and go straight to making out? Yes, please! Hopefully he’s not one of those pretty boy actors who wants to be taken seriously and appreciated for his mind. No, really, that won’t do. I’M NOT HERE TO TALK PROUST DANIEL HENNEY I’M HERE TO WATCH YOU TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS GOT IT? (Oh please, Lord, let him be shallow and sex-starved, please, I don’t even care if he’s an awful lover like most ridiculously hot guys, I just want to see him naked.) Now, uh, where was I? Oh, right…DANIEL HENNEY IS COMING TO MY HOUSE. I better go and get ready. Trim my bangs, buy a magnum of decent red Burgundy and some Votivo red currant candles, dig up my nice underwear, maybe get a bikini wax, and definitely pop a Xanax. Yes, I think I can handle this. I can handle DANIEL FUCKING HENNEY coming over to my house, and I can play it cool. Or cool-ish. In the vicinity of cool, maybe, like the center of a medium-rare steak. We’ll see, no guarantees. Wish me luck!