That's Going On The Bill, Too

"A good pre-soak, Darlin', and that should come right out."

I once said that I was all vampired out. I might have been a bit hasty ‘cause on the whole, I’m enjoying the third season of True Blood. The show does worry me on two counts, though.

The first one is a minor quibble. Vambars (say it like Bill Compton. It’s more fun that way.) are very tough on clothes and Manchester. Mein Gott they get that blood everywhere! And they don’t clean up nearly quickly enough. They munch down on some innocent and leave the goo all over their faces and clothes for hours. Don’t get me started on what they do to the bed linen. While all that biting and humping and strangling and gargling and chewing and burping might be fun, there’s absolutely no thought for the poor maid who’s going to have to clean that up. How many sheets do they have, anyway? I can’t see a lot of those stains coming out and it’s not just the bodily juices. There are lumps!

But that’s a problem for the props department and can be relegated to the realms of disbelief suspension. My second concern is far more pressing.

I saw my first ugly person in the cast.

Yep. Well. Not actually ugly, but not as over the top gorgeous as everybody else. I mean, there is the odd realistic looking human in the cast list; there’s that dumb cop, and somebody’s mother isn’t absolutely smoking, but by and large they’re a pretty drop-dead bunch of undead and this girl stands out like a severed thumb.

My only consolation is that I can’t see her lasting long. She’s fallen for the wrong guy so we’ll probably see her body in a ditch soon enough so I shouldn’t get all sooky about it. (Yep. Say it like Bill. Much more fun that way.)