[That reminds me, I've been using this to stream Netflix to my TV for several months now. I keep meaning to write a review about how awesomesauce it is, but I haven't had the chance yet. Maybe next week...]
So, anyway, I find out that the first season of Avatar: The Last Airbender is available to stream. Since I've been dying to find out what my brother and other fans have been whittering about for years, I took a gander.
Within the first 5 minutes I was utterly charmed. Within the first 10 minutes, I was completely captivated. By the time the first episode ended, I was hooked like the cartoon was crack.
I've managed to watch all of Book 1 in three days.
I. Am. In. Serious. Love.
Before, I could understand why people were pissed about the casting for the live-action movie, since, y'know, white people were cast instead of ethnically appropriate actors.
After seeing book one, I can better understand why some fans were apoplectic. There is no way, no how a single white person could be believable in any of the lead roles. None of the cultures depicted are in any way, shape, or form European. Pacific Rim? Yes. Asian? Yes. First Tribes? Yes.
European? On what planet?
[Oh dear. I have delayed apoplexy about this. Not at all a good sign.]
But, yeah. True love here. And Books 2 and 3 have been plopped right at the top of my Netflix Queue list. As soon as I'm done with Generation Kill, I'll be right on the Avatar discs.
Of course, anyone who knows anything about my history of "fave characters" in genre television won't have to guess at all who's number one with a bullet on my fangirl list. No, really. It's not a guess at all who my favorite Avatar character is. It's like saying that rain is wet and snow is cold, really.
Because I'm just that predictable.
Damn. I really do have a type, don't I?