Hannibal: New Favorite Show, with recaps

hannibal_1 hannibal_killedmydad hannibal_stubble hannibal_awkwardA wonderful blog, Fugivity, makes re-caps of Hannibal episodes with the most awkward/greatest text. I am in love with this show, for many reasons.

1. Mads Mikkelsen/Hugh Dancy are great together

2. All the other casting is superb

3. It’s beautifully shot (Same guy who did Pushing Daisies, another of my favorites)

4. The dialogue is psychological and awesome

5. It’s NBC’s first truly awesome show they’ve put out there in awhile. Way to take a risk, NBC! DO NOT CANCEL THIS GLORIOUS SHOW!

All images are from Fugivity. 

 

Why I am not my blog and my blog is not me.

Something I fear but know occurs is that if somebody finds my blog or reads it, they will come away with a conclusion of who I am.

That is the most dangerous, erroneous thing one can do while perusing blogs.

My blog is a tool for procrastination, a place for personal inspiration, and a biased synopsis of my personal life events, shrouded by whatever lies I choose to toss in or events I choose to omit. It is something that is created by me, and it is a part of me, I suppose, but if you were to form any sort of conclusion of me based from this URL, you would be sorely mistaken. It is a mere detail of my life, not a true or accurate representation of me.

As a blogger and somebody who avidly reads blogs, I have encountered this problem a lot. I end up imagining my favorite bloggers as having perfect boyfriends, perfect bell-jar whiskey recipes, cardigan collections, and camera angles. Then, I have to step back and think: No. False. That is not possible, and the conclusions I am drawing are inappropriate.

Something I will admit to doing is gilding my blog. Why? For the simple reason that I can. I choose to pick out my flaws, my disdain, my selfishness, my erroneous thoughts and the cynicism I often feel, leaving you with this much “nicer” portrait of me, partially curated by myself. However, it’s not accurate. It’s a slanted truth, a biased created by a person who has no clue what they’re doing more oft than not.

Guess what? I’m allowed to do that. I have every right to engage in this behavior, and so I have, do, and will continue to do so.

(The image above though does sort of represent who I wish I was: A jewel-tone wearing vixen reclining somewhere listening to a scratchy tune).