True Blood

I guess I've been writing about politics because there's not much more to write about. Things have been quiet here since the move. Being out in the middle of nowhere is, indeed, quiet. However, I generally like the quiet.

I've never worked from home and I'm amazed at how much I get done. I should have brought more work with me! Without the distractions of people, it's easy to just sit and work and get tons done! It's amazing! The only downside is that I've come to associate my desk - and laptop - with work. I don't want to sit there and write because it feels too much like working. Hopefully I can overcome this association soon. I need to write.

TRUE BLOOD premiered last night on HBO. For months I had been looking forward to this show, based on the Sookie Stackhouse Southern Vampire Novels by Charlaine Harris. I watched fifteen minutes of it and had to turn it off. I've never been so disgusted. It was all sex. And when they weren't having sex, they were talking about it. It was gross. There was no sex in the novel like that! I thought ROME dispelled all my prudishness when it came to this stuff, but no. They took cute, funny, sassy novels and turned them into something demeaning and insulting. Why do they think the only thing we want to see is sex?

It's hard for me to watch a movie after I've read a book. I was excited about THE GOLDEN COMPASS movie and it lacked something the book was infused with. At least they stuck to the book. Alan Ball (creator of TRUE BLOOD) has done something dispicable. I'm even angry at Charlaine Harris for selling out to someone with such a disgusting vision. I know she has had virtually nothing to do with the show, but still.... Her fans should be in an uproar.

I'm signing off.
Disillusioned in Texas.