Ah. My first official LiveJournal rant. Of course, by the time I am done with it, it will probably get plastered all over the information super highway, but oh well. I need to rant. Really really bad.
You all might have noticed the change in my title, icon, etc. It's official: I am a Birds of Prey fanatic. I got the series on Netflix because I read about in my superhero encyclopedia and why wouldn't a fangirl want to get involved with a show that lets girls kick butt with minimal help from men??? That was oddly feministic, but don't slow me down. Anyway, as I kept watching, it kept getting better and better. I fell in love with Oracle, and I really wanted this:
to work out.
BUT THEN THEY KILLED HIM!!!!!!! And I thought Barbara's debacle with Lady Shiva was angsty! I didn't know what was coming!
Ahem. Anyway.
I just watched the series finale, which rocked and made me cry at the same time, which is something remarkable. Now I have to wait until I save enough money to own the entire series before I can get an Oracle high any time that I want.
Hence my need to rant about why the WB is an idiot and why the CW needs to rethink its priorities. Seriously! You guys hardly gave the show a chance!!!! My encyclopedia kept comparing it to Dark Angel, and while they do have a shocking number of similiarities, that is no reason to cut the better one short. That's right; I said it. Birds of Prey, in my opinion, deserved the shot at two seasons, not DA. Barbara is a ton smarter than Logan was and she's more of a comfort than he ever was. The Clocktower is more awesome than the Space Needle, and meta-humans would kick transgenic BUTT! They weren't even the same thing! It would be better to compare Birds of Prey to X-Men, but of course, that would be too easy. Oh yeah, and the whole Smallville thing? Yeah, you guys can probably guess which one I think deserved the longer run. Grrrr......
Sigh. Now that that is over, I can contain myself with fan fiction and my Script Frenzy project, which is an entirely new pilot for the show, only with my original character instead of Huntress and Dinah. Although I love them to death. I will always love my telekinetic and my therapy basket case. Oh yeah, and my wheels.
Rest in Peace, Wade Brixton!