julia_here

I've been going to get a wethered (neutered) goat, but the thing is uncut grass is as much a problem for me as blackberries; this little guy was born a couple of weeks ago in my friend-since-forever Penny's flock, and sheep eat grass, and also, sheep are, on the whole, less arseholish than goats, so: sheep.

This is here instead of LJ because I'm borrowing the photo until I can take one of my own.

I expect he'll be known as Cal.

Julia, it was sort of love at first sight.

Although my only icon is the least Hawai'ian thing ever.

My relationship with Hawai'i is peculiar: I've never been, but one of the biggest parts of my natural social context was the Kalama family, whose founding father in the PNW was one of the Hudson Bay Company's Owyee navigators, and whose big twentieth century even was a family reunion with their cousins on the big island. My oldest non-family friend in town went to high school in Waikiki, where her mother and a couple of her siblings still live. And because of the Navy thing and the Pacific trade thing there's been Hawai'ians of various degree in and out of my life since childhood.

So: cards on the table. I hated Jack Lord in the original program; he was Stoney Burke to me, and Hawai'i Five-O the original series was not a western nor was it Hawai'ian Eye, which was much cooler and funnier and had Connie Stevens and Poncie Ponce, who looked just like my friend Hal Ikebe, whose mother was a Kalama and father a Nisei from Fife (WA: now car dealerships; pre WW2 truck gardens which were emptied by Japanese Internment). The new show is much more Hawai'ian Eye in feel, or perhaps Magnum, PI (which dates entirely from my "I don't watch TV" period, 1972-1982 and the subsequent "We cant get the CBS affiliate" period, 1984-1998).

Anyway, I started watching mostly for Daniel Dae Kim, who I've crushed on since AtS, and Grace Park (because who doesn't like Grace Park?) but the antic chemistry between Scott Caan and Alec O'Gloughin is a gas to watch, and this is Not a Serious Cop Show for which I praise all relevant media forces.

Weirdly amusing fannish datum: Scott Caan was born August 23, 1976, Alec O'Gloughlin on August 24, 1976: someone needs to make something of that.

So, ramble on, I fear. It's barely 20F outside, which is -6.66F, an appropriate number if ever there was one, and I have to go mess with the driveway in a bit.

I like this show; I wish I could kick-start my brain and write something for it, but no story-imp has appeared in my brain, shouting for attention.

Julia, ramble on, ramble on

Since Bead's the only person who's on my list so far, and since I'm yet to read the code page: here I am! I am here!

Julia, more to follow, sort of