this is the scratching and the sweat inside the sheets that makes you shout.
In other news.
pleased to meet you:
I liked it? I guess. Idk. I don't have much of an embarrassment squick, but that woman gave me the motts like a motherfucking fruit cup, okay. Clavicle, jfc.
(Me: *squirming and face-hiding and noises of general distress*
Rafael: What are you doing? I'm trying to watch the show!
Me: Oh my god, they're making fun of ME! This is only supposed to happen the other way AROUND!)
So, yeah. Those scenes sort of ruin the good of the rest of the episode. I'm fine with you or yours loving the "fangirl" BS, but it annoys me and makes me feel bad about myself, so I'll go stand on the left, and you can stand over there on the right. Awesome.
Except, wait, Dean is THE BADASSEST ARCHANGEL EVAR's meatsuit? Of course he is!
(My dad's name is Michael, and we're religious trivia nerds, so I've been hearing crap about how awesome Archangel Michael is pretty much my whole life. *thumbs up*)
And! I'm disappointed I was wrong (...for now) about Sam being Lucifer's vessel. I was so sure there was some, like, whacked-out cosmic eugenics going on or something. Oh well.
what is it good for?:
LOOOOOOOVE. Love love love. I was in a bit of a political deconstructionist/tired of Kripke's shitty theological theory mood when I watched it, so I was largely unimpressed, but then I talked about the episode with a new acquaintance at a party on Friday, and realized that yes, of course, in America, in SPN's America, Biblical Personification!War totally drives a cherry-red Mustang. DUH. And everything else fell in to place.
I'm really, really happy Jo and Ellen are alive and themselves. Honestly, I'd kind of rather watch a show about what they've been doing for the last two years.
Though I am trying to reconnect with my enjoyment of SPN as by, for, and about a culture of masculinity, and remember that I grew up with these guys, in this culture (without the supernatural bits, um), so I know them. They know me. I can engage with the characters and their stories on a human level, rather than dissecting them on a pettily academic/political one.
Anyway. Looking forward to next week. I think separation-reunion is going to be the pattern of Sam and Dean's lives--we just tuned in early on in the revelation.
...No pun intended. Jesus fuck.
*
Also, I'm kind of afraid to watch Glee, because it sort of has a lot of the things I like in a show? (Ensemble cast! Enclosed environment! Freaks and geeks!) And I don't really know that I want to be in a first-flush new fandom right now. I'm enjoying the familiar comforts and discomforts of SPN and bandom. SHRUG.
'Kay, I have to do things about the whambulance now. Laters.
This is a DW-origin crospost, oh noes. Feel free to comment on LJ or the original post here.
pleased to meet you:
I liked it? I guess. Idk. I don't have much of an embarrassment squick, but that woman gave me the motts like a motherfucking fruit cup, okay. Clavicle, jfc.
(Me: *squirming and face-hiding and noises of general distress*
Rafael: What are you doing? I'm trying to watch the show!
Me: Oh my god, they're making fun of ME! This is only supposed to happen the other way AROUND!)
So, yeah. Those scenes sort of ruin the good of the rest of the episode. I'm fine with you or yours loving the "fangirl" BS, but it annoys me and makes me feel bad about myself, so I'll go stand on the left, and you can stand over there on the right. Awesome.
Except, wait, Dean is THE BADASSEST ARCHANGEL EVAR's meatsuit? Of course he is!
(My dad's name is Michael, and we're religious trivia nerds, so I've been hearing crap about how awesome Archangel Michael is pretty much my whole life. *thumbs up*)
And! I'm disappointed I was wrong (...for now) about Sam being Lucifer's vessel. I was so sure there was some, like, whacked-out cosmic eugenics going on or something. Oh well.
what is it good for?:
LOOOOOOOVE. Love love love. I was in a bit of a political deconstructionist/tired of Kripke's shitty theological theory mood when I watched it, so I was largely unimpressed, but then I talked about the episode with a new acquaintance at a party on Friday, and realized that yes, of course, in America, in SPN's America, Biblical Personification!War totally drives a cherry-red Mustang. DUH. And everything else fell in to place.
I'm really, really happy Jo and Ellen are alive and themselves. Honestly, I'd kind of rather watch a show about what they've been doing for the last two years.
Though I am trying to reconnect with my enjoyment of SPN as by, for, and about a culture of masculinity, and remember that I grew up with these guys, in this culture (without the supernatural bits, um), so I know them. They know me. I can engage with the characters and their stories on a human level, rather than dissecting them on a pettily academic/political one.
Anyway. Looking forward to next week. I think separation-reunion is going to be the pattern of Sam and Dean's lives--we just tuned in early on in the revelation.
...No pun intended. Jesus fuck.
*
Also, I'm kind of afraid to watch Glee, because it sort of has a lot of the things I like in a show? (Ensemble cast! Enclosed environment! Freaks and geeks!) And I don't really know that I want to be in a first-flush new fandom right now. I'm enjoying the familiar comforts and discomforts of SPN and bandom. SHRUG.
'Kay, I have to do things about the whambulance now. Laters.
This is a DW-origin crospost, oh noes. Feel free to comment on LJ or the original post here.