Dear Traumateers,
Sweeney: Well, 2013 is here and making a damn production out of it too. Obviously, we mention bits and pieces of our personal shit throughout our various recaps and other such nonsense, but we try to keep that at a minimum because we both have personal blogs for that crap. However, these TMYK posts tend to begin with declarations of whether or not we were busy having lives in a given month. This month that’s a definite yes, but not necessarily in the best way. So, in spite of having lots of real person shit to deal with, we have found plenty of time to blog like fiends this month. We introduced a new show, took on a special feature, and have not only committed to every single weekday posts but, as you can now see, thrown in the occasional weekend post for good measure.
Lorraine: It seems that our pattern is, “when life gets busy, make sure to use all the time we don’t have posting.” Yeah, okay us. Good luck with that! Not to mention that Kirsti has been traveling this entire time and mostly that was just a way for me to mention again that we visited some Orlando theme parks together.
Sweeney: tl;dr – we’ve been busy.
Last Month:
Anastasia Steele continued to be a disaster of a fictional human being: she and Grey went to a hotel and continued to make annoying religious references; Ana learned that marinas have boats; we complained about the repetition and dubbed Taylor the Red Power Ranger; we vlogged our feels about Grey continuing to be inappropriate about owning her company, and had so many feels that there were extras; and GSP finally pointed a gun at Ana!
Also, I just realized that I used this gif more than once in one month’s Fifty Shades posts:
Sunnydale kept it interesting, as usual. There was a trifecta of beastliness and I failed to recognize a classic book; Buffy got real feelsy about Angel coming back and Xander and Willow ruined everything; feels were counter-acted by candy that gave us a Rippertastic episode; the Scoobies learned about Angel and the Snark Squad got together at The Table of Ugh; then Spike came to join us (or something like that); Anya came to town and introduced us to vamp!Willow; then Kirsti got all sick and incapacitated just in time for a Team Feels/Angel-filled episode; the parents of Sunnydale switched from their usual incomprehensible negligence to insanely/tragically involved; finally, Buffy gets a helping of betrayal and helplessness for her 18th birthday.
We also read a couple books, because that’s sometimes a thing we do. I gave The Culling a D for being atrociously written and Lor gave Just One Day an A- because it gave her lots of feels.
Then we decided to start Game of Thrones because our Spreadsheet O’ Dreams includes an item about reviewing something non-shitty and current. The first episode featured an insane amount of exposition, including an introduction to all the boobies and incest; Joffrey got bitchslapped and a direwolf was tragically sentenced to death; we learned what we assume must be Drogo’s penis name; and Lord Stark found helpful clues in the search for Jon Arryn’s killery killer.
Finally, because we needed more ways to distract ourselves, we started a super special Oscar prep series. Our first post gives you the essential information on the Best Picture and Best Director categories so that you don’t have to bother watching all the things. You’re welcome.
Coming Up:
We’ll finish season one and start season two of Game of Thrones, our commitments to both Fifty Shades and Sunnydale will continue to prove never-ending, and we’ll share our feels on a few more Oscar nominees. We’re still working on a game plan for Oscar day, but we promise we’ll do something.
Welcome Questionable New Friends:
Lorraine: Thanks to the material we cover and liberal use of the words vagina and boobies, a lot of the searches that lead to our blog are interesting. People take to the internet to ask all of their, “is this normal?” or “can I do this” or “can I see this” and “porn?” questions. Entertaining for us, sure, but probably disappointing for them.
Anyhow, after scrolling through about a thousand of these types of keywords, I found my favorite:
“burying underwear in the backyard”
UM, HOKAY. Dear web searcher, please let us know how that underwear tree turns out and, as always, welcome.
♥
The Snark Squad