Archive for July, 2007

OMG, it kills me.

Someone once said that I give great Psycho Boyfriend McKay (ironically, in regard to a story that is technically gen), but in another tick for the “…so pretty much like the actual show, then” column, is this picture that Dogeared posted:

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And really guys? I think that all this indicates is that I’m not doing anything — Rodney McKay’s Psycho Boyfriend instincts are a living breathing entity — manifesting even in this seemingly innocuous photograph of David Hewlett and Joe Flanigan, where Hewlett. Where Hewlett, probably without even understanding why, is giving the “DON’T YOU TOUCH MY MAN, I WILL CUT YOU — DO YOU HEAR ME? I WILL CUT. YOU,” look to the masses while John does his abashed smile. It’s amazing — I’m fanning myself with my girly hands going full-force, ya’ll.

And also:

Shift, pt 3/?

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Welcome to K-Ville (No, You’re Not at Duke, Stop Puking)

Kdramas probably have a long and storied history that ties into South Korea’s meteoric rise as one of the Pacific Rim’s economic powerhouses etc. etc. — but mostly what I know is that many years ago, predating DVDs’ commonality, when in Asia, all things came as a VCD, my father brought to our home (and probably regrets it each day he lives) a copy of Meteor Garden.

My mother and I resisted watching it for many moons, immediately dismissing it as “horrible,” and “totally lame,” and “Asian guys aren’t even hot.” But after caving during a long and lingering winter vacation, the rest was, essentially, history: like a casual coke user turned hardcore crack smoker, I went from Meteor Garden to Meteor Garden II to Huan Zhu Ge Ge to — and this is when ya’ll will want to check in — to something call All About Eve.

All About Eve was like black tar heroin to me, featuring rival newscasters and their many loves and frustrations — it was melodrama in its purest form: everybody cried and broke up at least three times, and there was one fake pregnancy, one fake abortion, one senseless and physically-impossible vehicle-related death, one suicide attempt that goes wrong, and some people who come together in the end for the most awkward, uncomfortable, and unrealistic kiss ever. I loved it. It burned like sugar and Jesus in my veins.

Guys — it was time to break out the spoon, lighter, and tourniquet.

• …You haven’t made these sound all that well-written, why should I watch them?

Because they’re somewhat poorly-written. They’re the visual equivalent of Harlequin novels, with predictable twists and turns but usually an ending that you want — with a sense of sweeping romance. They’re totally mindless, by turns funny and wonderful and charming. In fact, they share many of the same characteristics of fanfiction — if not the very best fanfiction. My current two favorites are Coffee Prince and Bad Couple — the first of which features a tomboy who is literally taken for a boy, and gets paid to act like a lazy, wealthy scion’s boyfriend (I’m not making this up or stealing the plot from an SGA story, by the way) to scare away potential suitors; the second features a woman who wants a baby and — after scoping out the best sperm in the country — finds it in a botany professor, and proceeds to roofie the baby juice out of him with hilarious results.

These stories are by no means perfect, but they are dear — they’re also wonderful good fun in packages of 24 hour-long episodes or less.

• But Pru, I just remembered: I don’t speak Chinese/Japanese/Korean!

Not to worry, dedicated teams of rabid fangirls fansub this stuff at an astonishing pace, meaning while you’re going to be listening to Chinese/Japanese/Korean, you’ll be reading English subtitles — many times those subtitles will outstrip the so-called “professional” ones.

• All right, fine, I’m sold: where do I get ahold of this stuff?

That’s where ya’ll are lucky: watching k/j/c/twdramas these days are a snap. Once upon a time, you had to go through the terrifyingly huge forums at either Soompi or D-Addicts to (a) download the torrents of the video and then (b) to download the soft sub of the episode. What that means, in English, is that you had to download the raw video (all foreign language, no English) and then download an srt file (a subtitle file) — make sure that the video and srt file had the same name (except for the file extension), and then were in the same directory — the subtitles would load automatically, but the stress levels were insane. At least for me.

These days, with the advent of YouTube and other online streaming , you’re lucky in that none of that is necessary for the most popular of the k/j/c/twdramas — usually, they’re available for you to watch anytime straight from the web. (Be warned, because of certain copyright restrictions, things may disappear and be rearranged fairly frequently — my constant hunt for the show “Goong” online will be discussed later.)

The best places to watch these dramas online are at MySoju.com (a fast-growing streaming site) and at CrunchyRoll.com (gigantic) — where dozens on dozens of shows can be watched at your leisure.

• Fine, drag me into the abyss. What should I be watching?

  • Bad Couple – (watch it here) About fashion editor Dang Ja and her decision that — despite her disinterest in marriage, she is interested in having a baby, and the many shenanigans that get her to the maternity ward. Funny and sweet and horrible — guys, the two protagonists get attacked by a wild, horny pig that Dang Ja accidentally roofies, I shit you not — I fell fast and hard for this series. It’s finished airing in Korea now and the last few subtitle sets should be coming out soon.
  • Coffee Prince — (watch it here) About a hardworking, tomboyish girl named Eun Chan who gets mistaken first for a thief, and then for a boy, and then finally gets roped into pretending to be a gay lover to Han Kyul (the scion of a coffee empire) — but what makes this story amazing is the wonderful tenderness that the characters play for one another: yes, this is a running joke about gender and homosexuality, but it’s not used for cheap laughs. Coffee Prince is about friends and learning not to quit — lovely and lovable.
  • Long Vacation — (watch it here) Is a classic Japanese drama — about a struggling concert pianist and his flaky roommate’s fiancee…who said roommate dumped at the alter…and who bursts into the pianists’ life in her wedding kimono. Engaging and funny and enduring, this is one of the earliest dramas I watched and still one of the best — plus, guys, Kimura Takuya is in it. He’s hot like burning.
  • Meteor Garden — (watch it here) I’M SORRY. I COULDN’T RESIST. Fair warning: it’s really really pretty terrible, but it does it with flair. F4 — the four rich boys as beautiful as flowers — slouch around their elite school treating everybody like dirt until one girl changes everything. It’s the show that introduced me to my one true love: Vic Zhou (you may look but not touch; we’re going to get married one day). It still holds a very near and dear place in my heart. Based on the manga “Boys Over Flowers.”
  • Mars — (download it here) It’s based off of the manga of the same name, starring Vic Zhou in a really appallingly fake and fugly mullet — but it’s okay, because he rides a motorcycle. It’s actually good, telling the story of a bad boy and a broken girl and their unlikely romance — one of my favorites.
  • Goong — (watch the first episode online) I BURN to find this entire series to give to you in a bow, because Goong is simultaneously the biggest kdrama blockbuster ever and one of my favorite dramas ever filmed. It is set in an alternate-reality 21st century Korea, where it was never fractured in two and is still ruled under the Korean royal family, which functions now like Britain’s constitutional monarchy. A girl, Shin Chaegyun, finds that she’s been promised in marriage to the sullen crown prince, and the rest, as they say, is history. There’re intersecting love stories, tales of past betrayal, questions of family loyalty, and the sets, the costumes, they’re so enormously beautiful. Watch the first episode, I promise you, it’s worth it, and as soon as I find where to show you the rest, that information will be yours.

Happy viewing, my friends, and God speed.

ETA: If you look at the comments for this post, you’ll see those who have chimed in already have loads of differing opinion — which is great, it just shows you what a wealth of options there are in Asian dramas — so! Happy viewing! (And if ya’ll go watch something (ie: My Name Is Kim Sam Soon) and hate it for the not-at-all latent misogyny and assorted bullshit that made my blood boil, DO NOT come crying to me — it was not on my recommendation.)

OMG INTERNET.

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Now for those of you who have read Bell Curve, this URL will be endlessly funny to you, as it is to me.

ETA: I love how approximately 4x more people comment to tell people URLs are broken than for anything else.  Ya’ll are, collectively, rockstars.   In other news, DO NOT ACTUALLY VISIT THIS SITE, it’s…kind of weird and there’s a lot of “young girl action!” on it which freaks me out whole bunches.  (Of course, I already visited the site — FOR TOTALLY RESEARCH RELATED REASONS.)  (REALLY.)  (SERIOUSLY, GUYS.)

Two v. v. v. important High School Musical things:

(1) High School Musical/SGA.  COME ON.  SOMEBODY DO IT.  PLEASE?  PLEASE?  LOOK AT THE WRETCHNESS OF MY LIFE RIGHT NOW — GIVE ME COMFORT.

(2) Also, apparently, the YA novel I’m writing is…high school musical without the romantic subplot but…uh, instead of a musical, it’s a ROBOTICS COMPETITION.  GOD I’m a nerd.

Explainations etc.

So I’m sure more than one of you has been wondering about the semi-cryptic and mostly-depressed posts that have appearing here (very very) periodically, and why the writing has come to a screeching halt.  I figure people deserve something of an explanation at least.

Since coming to Seattle, my car’s been held hostage by the people I hired to transport it — who did eventually show up, a week late.

When I got it, it was fried and scratched to hell, and the first day I drove home from work, it died on the side of the road from a shot alternator and by correlation a dead battery.  I’m lucky insofar as No Longer Amorous Roommate is a car guy, and replaced my alternator for free — after I had it towed to a auto shop and they wanted to charge me $900 to fix things and then charged me $100 diagnostic fee anyway.

$60 for a new alternator and 6.5 hours with my car later, No Longer Amorous Roommate made the damn thing run, and everything was pretty okay until about a week ago, when work started going to hell in a handbasket.

On top of that, Monday morning, right before my now-40 minute long morning commute (changed offices), my starter crapped out — less than two months after I had it replaced the first time.  I spent that day lying on the couch praying for sweet death.  But No Longer Amorous And Totally AWESOME Roommate came to save the day again — and with my help from a vantage point underneath my Corolla, we ripped out my starter, rushed into Schuck’s Auto Parts literally five minutes before it closed, knocked out a $100 starter and jammed it back into the vehicle.

And then yesterday afternoon on I-5 Southbound, less than a mile from my exit, I got into a fenderbender.  I’m fine; I’m not hurt; it was mostly my fault — I must have zoned out on the road or something.  Neither is the other party, but I’m not looking forward to dealing with my insurance.  Both our cars are still perfectly mobile, although mine looks kind of like it has a black eye — which makes it match every other vehicle on the road in Seattle, sort of.  But it’s bodywork and lights, which while frustrating, isn’t the end of the world.

And on top of this, I’m honor-bound to have a “meeting” about a work issue with my boss (read: scheduled to be screamed at) this afternoon around 1ish.

So for those of you wondering about the total communications breakdown, the lack of stories, the lack of updates (except in the “escapist kdrama” variety), or why I haven’t called or why I am constantly on the edge of a nervous breakdown and/or crying when you have talked to me, that’s why.

It’s going to be fine, I just don’t know when or how it’s going to get there.

This might actually be more traumatic to me than this entire past two weeks.

Guys, I cannot even look at this research tying diet soda (OH MY GOD MY SWEET DIET CHERRY COKE) to heart disease.  I cannot even look at it.  People who know me know that I have a psuedosexual definitely addictive relationship with that stuff; you wouldn’t like me if I didn’t have my Diet Cherry Coke.  Seriously, what the fuck?  I always knew they put crack cocaine in it, but I was like, “That’s fine — that’s just going to make me model thin.”  But heart disease?  The sad part is, I’m actually weighing the benefits like, “Well, I am probably going to die young anyway from my associated risky behaviors (ie: also the inadvisable drinking I have been doing), so really, is heart disease such an issue?”

Meanwhile — I’m wondering, how many of you would actually be interested if I did a big kdrama/jdrama/twdrama/cdrama intro post the way I did with yaoi?  I mean, it can kind of be intimidating to get into, but things have already improved so much since you know, there’s live online streaming of a lot of episodes — and I have already suckered people into watching Bad Couple and Coffee Prince, there’re a couple of others I would highly recommend.  Bueller?  Bueller?

I take it back. Fuck.

The minute things start looking up (or less down) it all goes to hell again.

The Next Food Network Star + my apologies

So I spent tonight alternately glued to my television continuing my marathon of season one of the X-Files and watching The Next Food Network Star (which I won’t spoil, but I was happy about), which was great except for the part where I found myself making comments like, “Oh my God. Jag and Paul totally need to run off and have gay, psuedomilitary babies,” and then people would ask about their friendship and Paul would say something like, “We’re in love,” and laugh it off even as Jag grabbed his hand and stroked his knee and cried about their relationship. (I’m not making this shit up. The hot gay action on Food Network is out of this world.)

Many thanks to the people who gave suggestions about how not to feel like a failure; it’s always nice to know that I’m not alone. (By the way, LTLJ, your feeling like a failure is unacceptable, given the fact that I would chew off my right leg to have your career — I bite my thumb, lovingly, at you. Actually, this goes with a lot of you guys who admitted to sometimes feeling like failure — you guys all give a bad name to failure.)

By the way, here’s the winning combination on how to cheer up:

11 episodes of Bad Couple
+ 2 new episodes of Coffee Prince (the gayness, it continues in terrifying ways)
+ new (and appropriately terrible) Okane Ga Nai OAV (I’m ashamed that I downloaded this)
+ High School Musical (don’t judge me)
+ slashing people from The Next Food Network Star
+ SVMadelyn kindly reminding me that I hate all my internships and have been miserable every summer since I’ve been in college, so really, this is normal
+ did I mention 2 new episodes of Coffee Prince at MySoju.com?
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feeling much, much better.

You guys rule.

So.

How do you deal with a pervasive sense of failure?  Because seriously — I’ve been on the edge of tears for about three days now.

Bad Couple, an unprecedented, second good kdrama.

There have been plenty of good kdramas — but as a general rule, they don’t really run concurrently: there’re good ones here and there, many one or two every one or two years if we’re lucky.  The last kdrama before Goong that I really truly loved was probably Hotelier, and that was ages and ages hence, and before that, All About Eve — yeah, you see?  And while I have been fond of Dal Ja’s Springtime and — briefly — Witch Amusement, to have two kdramas at the same time?  That’s wacky.

And this second kdrama, my friends, is definitely hilarious: Bad Couple.

A woman, Dang Ja, wants a baby, but not the husband that associated marriage shenanigans that go with it.  When she realizes that in Korea, she can’t have a test-tube baby unless married, she starts scoping out people who might have good sperm…which brings her to Gi Chan, a brilliant if socially-retarded botanist.

I don’t have the heart to spoil the rest — suffice it to say, Dang Ja is after his babyjuice, and God damn it if she isn’t going to get it.  But the imagery in this story so far, oh my GOD.  It’s like somebody ripped open my Id and was like, “Go nuts”: attacked by horny wild pigs (no joke), killing plants with boiling water, babies sucking down liquor in their bassinets — I love it.  I love it all.  Oh yeah, and thirtysomething career women popping mancherries all over the place, since apparently Gi Chan has been saving himself for marriage.  I love it so much.

Oh, and poor Gi Chan, who, after the second time Dang Ja bangs him,  gets told he’s not all that great in bed, and then follows her out into the street to plead his case because really, nobody’s good at something when they just get started, right?  HE HAS ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT.  GOD.

I wanted to dig up images, but they’re hard to find on the internet so far, and sadly, I’m not downloading the actual files so no screencaps (for now, we’ll see if this changes) — but!  If my description has intrigued you at all, tally-ho here to watch the series online with English subtitles.  It comes highly recommended.

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