Megan Hart

I can’t stand the love! I CAN NOT STAND THE LOVE ANY LONGER!

IT IS LIKE ACID IN MY MOUTH!

I’d ask someone to save me, but frankly, I kinda like being killed.

On the one hand, I’m sort of consumed by the pretty, pretty, but on the other…I just don’t know. It’s a little too soft rock for my general musical tastes (though I love boys playing guitars, that’s more like folk or acoustic than soft rock) and the video is…

It’s manipulating me, that’s what it is!

DAMN YOU BARROWMAN with those pretty eyes and that pretty smile and that sexy fireplace!

M

Okay, so I know I’m a bit late to the party, but as seems to be the case A LOT, I was recording this show and then never managed to get caught up with it, so now I’m devouring it via Netflix streaming.

WOOOOOOOO!!!!

Blood, guts, harsh language, full frontal male nudity! YEAH! Love the dialogue. Love the visuals. Love so much about it!

But one thing.

I totally get the visual appeal of the gladiators. I mean, hello, hotbodies! But the smell! OMG they must’ve smelled SO BAD!!!!! And please, I know that people did smell bad back then, but those Roman ladies bathed in milk, they used perfume, they at least bathed. Those gladiators, are all sweaty and dirty and bloody and blech!

So, while I’m thoroughly enjoying the show, loving it, in fact…I just can’t get behind all this “OMG I MUST TO MAKE TEH MONKEYLOVE WITH TEH CHAMPION!”  I sort of just laugh and crinkle my nose when the ladies get all hotsy totsy for the gladiators.

Though I mean, yeah, I get it. They’re hot. But stinky!!!!

I’d make mine wash first.

M

Mia over at Miaverse posted this over at Facebook and srsly, I can’t stop listening/watching it.

*loves*

WARNING: NSFW

And this:
She was what?
Oh.

Purchase the new one here.

After seeing Shutter, this is my new celebrity crush:

Most of you didn’t even know I was gone, but I was! And for a long time, too! First to the Supernatural convention in Parsippany, then off to the beach for a nice long vacation. Not long enough, but hey, leave while you’re having fun, right? I’m glad to be back home and back at my desk, which, despite my having been gone, looks like a tornado tore through it. Where did all this mail come from?! All these bills?!

Anyway, the Supernatural convention was super fun. I have to say, I wasn’t that jazzed about it, because once again…neither J was there. It’s pretty much the height of lame to have a fan convention without the two lead stars, isn’t it? The Js carry that show. That’s why I watch it. That’s who I’d like to see. But really, we all know I’d explode in the presence of Jensen Ackles, which wouldn’t be pretty and would possibly scar him for life, rendering him incapable of attending a fan convention ever again. So I guess it’s a good thing neither of them were there.

I wasn’t jazzed about going until the day before, when they announced Matt Cohen (aka Baby John Winchester) would be attending, presumably to help take the place of a couple guests who dropped out. We also got the bonus of Fred Lehne, aka the Yellow Eyed Demon. He was fantastic! Funny, personable, just an all around interesting guest. And Baby John? What can I say about him? If you’ve done any following of the con at all (and I’ll admit it, I never pay attention to con updates for cons I haven’t been to) he gave FREE HUGS. Umm….

Okay. I don’t like hugs. I mean, I’m not morally opposed to them or anything, I just don’t like to give or receive them, especially from strangers. Even really hot strangers. But what could I do? When Matt Cohen opens his arms and says “free hugs” what sane person turns that down? I think I got five hugs, total. That’s a lot of up close and personal full frontal body contact with a stranger for me. But I survived it! (And yes, he is really super cute, but also super funny, VERY sweet and quite entertaining.)

By the way, we all loved Matt so much we opted to go back and get a SECOND photo op with him and the four of us. Because he was just that fabulous.

Misha Collins. What can you say about him? I was there last year in NJ when he had his first con experience, and let’s just say he seems to have quite taken to it. He’s hilarious, not at all like Castiel (which um, makes sense, doesn’t it?) and he’s deliciously irreverent. I say delicious because that’s kind of a perfect word to describe him. DELICIOUS.  Mishalicious? I wasn’t going to get a photo opp with him because I got one last year, and had said, (stupidly) –why do I need another one? Umm…DUH. Because. I wanted one. So, I got one. It was the standard three seconds long. No big deal. I’d already spoken to him, albeit briefly, at the dessert party the night before. He sat right next to me, and I could’ve moved my leg away, but I did not. (Would you?)I’d already fondled the pie he left behind. I’d already asked him a question during the Q and A. And really, I don’t have a *crush* on him — love him on the show, think he’s a fantastic guest, but I don’t really have a crush.

Strike that.

Didn’t have a crush.

So I get up there, it’s time for my photo, it’s not a big deal. Really. You don’t have time to blink, much less have a conversation, or even be nervous. You’re cattle-shooted through the line, take your picture, you’re out of there. So I get up there, I get the instructions from the line monitor: “Go to Misha’s left side, then exit around the back.” No problem. To do this, you have to cross in front of him. So, I do. I say to him, “go to the left and then behind. I can manage that.” Yes, it sounded dirty, a little, but I didn’t mean it to. Pose at his left side. The flash goes. (This is literally 3-5 seconds, I’m not kidding) — I turn to him to say “thank you” — he looks at me. I look at him.

I am not even kidding you when I say I was utterly starstruck. Struck dumb. I think I mumbled thank you, I’m sure my mouth opened. I looked at him and was like…duhhhhhhhrrrrrmmmmmm…

I’m sure he gets that a lot. I’m sure to him I was just one more random, dumbstruck idjit. It was the longest 2 seconds of my life, staring into Misha Collins’ face.

(Misha, you’re awesome.)

The other guests, Aldis Hodge, Alona Tal, Rob Benedict, Katherine Boecher, Samantha Smith…also incredibly entertaining and interesting. There was so much that happened, I’m not sure I can even do any of it justice.

This was my second fan convention. The second without either of the Js. I had an even better time this year than I did last year, which was pretty stellar. But would I go again? I dunno. It’s a lot of money to spend without the Js there. (Though I guess I’d spend more if they were.) It’s fun and I go with friends and I have a great time, but…will I go again next year? I didn’t buy my seats in advance, so I’m risking not having as good of seats if I do decide to go. I can’t really decide until they at least put up the guest list. Misha makes it worth it, and so do the other guests, totally. But a Supernatural con without either Jensen or Jared just doesn’t seem quite right. So I might not. I had a really great time, I don’t regret it. But…not sure I’ll go again.

Now, though, I have to finish clearing off my desk, paying some bills, and get to writing!

M

Last Thursday I had the privilege of seeing The Guggenheim Grotto play live in Philly at the Tin Angel (rapidly becoming my favorite place to catch live music!) Superman and I had a delicious, albeit a little rushed, dinner at the Serrano restaurant below before heading up to see the Guggenheim Grotto play.

I didn’t know anything about the band before that night, other than I’d been listening to their album Happy the Man for about a year and *loved* it. Well, guess what. If I only liked the Guggenheim Grotto before seeing them live, I am crazy in love with them now! Do I need to spell it out? Not only do they sound just as good live, but…they’re…Irish.

How could I not love that?

Long story short, the show was fabulous. They sang a number of tunes from their new album, The Universe is Laughing, and they were so fantastic, I knew I had to grab up a copy of the CD after the show. I picked up that plus their first album (already having Happy the Man, remember?) and both Kevin May and Mick Lynch, the band members, were kind enough to sign them for me as well as chatting a little bit.

You know…it’s really such a simple thing, to take the time to speak to a someone who’s taken the time to come and support your work. And yet it means so much. From not knowing a thing about the band beyond that one album, those few minutes of conversation really cemented in me a new level of appreciation of their music. I’ve listened to The Universe is Laughing on repeat since Thursday and wow…*loves.*

Trust Me I’m a Thief is going to be the inspiration for a new book, I just know it. If you haven’t had the chance to check out the Guggenheim Grotto, I urge you to find them on iTunes or at their site (linked above) and take a listen. If you’re in Philly, check them out at the Tin Angel on June 17th and 24th. Sadly, I can’t attend (although I’m seriously trying to figure out a way to get down there one more time! really!) but if you’re within driving distance, it’s a show you won’t regret seeing.

But here’s even better news! Kevin was kind enough to give me a copy of The Universe is Laughing signed by both him and Mick, and I’m going to give it away to one of YOU! Ostensibly this is to celebrate my getting 1000 followers on Twitter, but really, I’d be giving this away anyway.

Want a CD of The Universe is Laughing? Comment here with the best show you’ve ever seen or the summer concert you’re looking forward to seeing the most, and I’ll pick one winner (only one, as I only have one CD to give away) by Thursday, June 17th at 4 pm EST. And don’t forget to check out Kevin and Mick at the Tin Angel or visit their website, follow them on Twitter and generally love them!

I’ll ship to anywhere in the world but you must be able to listen to the CD on your own equipment. I make no promises (my own computer has an issue with newer discs and in fact, I had to do some finagling to get the disc to play) and will offer no refunds, etc. Blah blah blah…

M

A million years ago, I watched this made for TV movie called “Look What’s Happened To Rosemary’s Baby.” Maybe it was called “Whatever Happened to Rosemary’s Baby.” Anyway, it was a sequel to Rosemary’s Baby and it was pretty cheesy but for some reason or other I just fell for “Adrian” — played by an actor whose name I didn’t ever remember. Fast forward a million years and find me watching 2012 and looking at the dude playing the captain of the arc John Cusack gets on. He looks familiar. He looks like Adrian from Whatever Happened to Rosemary’s Baby! This time, I make sure to catch his name.

Then I Google.

And I find out that Stephen McHattie is indeed Rosemary’s Baby AND the captain of the arc. And a lot of other stuff, too. But now I want to watch that made for TV movie again (it can’t be any worse than 2012, right?) But of course nobody has it and it’s not like it’s readily available via the usual sources because it’s old/cheesy/unpopular/obscure.

I’ll settle for this.

Hooray, Stephen McHattie!

M