2x09: The Trailer
My family gets a lot of strange looks.
This evening we went out for Mexican (and I found these lovely cheesy spinach-mushroom enchiladas of awesome). In the booth on the other side of us, over the wall separating them, were a group of girls from my school, including the daughter of my sister's piano teacher.
So, at random points throughout the evening, I kept thinking "I wonder how our conversation would sound to an outsider?".
At one point, my mum asked, "so what's going on in Torchwood these days?" (to which I responded, "well, Owen's a zombie".) Then we had a discussion about Zombie!Owen, during which I fielded questions like "has he always been a zombie and they just found out?" and "so does he go around all 'aaaaarrrghhhglagggg'?" and "why is he a zombie?". And my dad still thinks Burn Gorman's lack of lips looks freaky, and then my parents went on about how British people have bad teeth and Burn would never do stuff like this in the States, and neither would Eve, and I'm just sitting there like WTF?. It was probably one of our more cracked-up conversations.
The rest of the time, we discussed... law. And lawyers, and bankruptcy, and housing foreclosures, and etc. Same thing as a couple weeks ago when I went to Applebee's with my mum and dad and we discussed law. Riviting conversation, us.
We also talked about my parents going to see some music thing tomorrow, and whether or not the run of 'Avenue Q' was sold out (we figured it was, which sucks, because my dad and I both wanted to see it) and that my sister and mum are going to see High School Musical On Ice.
On Ice.
O_o
Then we made stupid innuendo and I took my sister home because my mum and dad were going to the beer store and Blockbuster's. I really, really wanted to say to my sister as we were leaving, "let's go, honey. Mummy and Daddy need to go buy booze and porn", but I didn't. I replaced "porn" with "movies".
My sister's eight. Even though she watches The Graham Norton Show with me and sometimes my mum, my current sense of "fucking well think before you say anything" (where's it been the past eighteen years?) kept me from saying that. Would've been funny, though. If only to see the reactions on the faces of the blonde automatons.
Also, my family has randomly decided we're going to Chicago over spring break. Which is in three weeks. We probably won't go, but it'd be nice.
And the whole bloody time, the girls in the other booth and the other group of teenagers near us were giving us really, really odd looks. Hey, whatever.
As always, my family prioritises--as I'm leaving, my dad tells me the new Entertainment Weekly is on the kitchen table, and it has this big long thing about the Oscars.
He didn't mention the lovely full-page reviewthing about Torchwood, so it was a very pleasant surprise to see a bloody Jack holding the glove and looking a bit mental. <3
In any case, The Trailer For 2x09.
Gwen is preggers.
Owen seems perfectly fine. I guess it has to do with the whole acceptance thing, or he plotdeviced his way into livingness. Refer to my big long ramble in the post below where I discuss how I thought Jack was intentionally provoking Owen in order to get him to fight back and stop lying around and giving up. After last week, it seems like he's finally sort-of okay, and he'll be fine. Anyway.
Gwen is also getting married. Some lady says she's not an alien. Rhys (?) punches Jack out. Gwen says that all she cares about is marrying Rhys, then goes to kiss Jack. ALMOST. BUT IT IS THERE.
*IS NOT HAPPY*
Oh, and there are shapeshifting vampires who sort of look like the ones in 30 Days of Night, which is pretty cool, because 1) that was an awesome comic/movie despite my best friend's complaining that the vampires weren't PRETTY and they were supposed to be PRETTY and I explained to her that they were beautiful, in a dark and terrifying way, and 2) Owen's already a zombie, so now we've got vampires AND zombies! XD
I want to see how Owen and Tosh's relationship develops. They're cute, but I think Tosh is starting to get on my nerves the tiniest bit. Not a lot, mind you, but just a bit. Like an itching at the back of my mind.
Still, I have faith in her. And in Owen. I LOVE OWEN SO FUCKING MUCH. <33333
I have to drag my ass out of bed at eight-thirty tomorrow so I can go to work.
Therefore, I cut this short so I can lie in bed and stare at the ceiling and be unable to sleep.
Maybe later I'll rant. You sensing a pattern? *grumbles*
This evening we went out for Mexican (and I found these lovely cheesy spinach-mushroom enchiladas of awesome). In the booth on the other side of us, over the wall separating them, were a group of girls from my school, including the daughter of my sister's piano teacher.
So, at random points throughout the evening, I kept thinking "I wonder how our conversation would sound to an outsider?".
At one point, my mum asked, "so what's going on in Torchwood these days?" (to which I responded, "well, Owen's a zombie".) Then we had a discussion about Zombie!Owen, during which I fielded questions like "has he always been a zombie and they just found out?" and "so does he go around all 'aaaaarrrghhhglagggg'?" and "why is he a zombie?". And my dad still thinks Burn Gorman's lack of lips looks freaky, and then my parents went on about how British people have bad teeth and Burn would never do stuff like this in the States, and neither would Eve, and I'm just sitting there like WTF?. It was probably one of our more cracked-up conversations.
The rest of the time, we discussed... law. And lawyers, and bankruptcy, and housing foreclosures, and etc. Same thing as a couple weeks ago when I went to Applebee's with my mum and dad and we discussed law. Riviting conversation, us.
We also talked about my parents going to see some music thing tomorrow, and whether or not the run of 'Avenue Q' was sold out (we figured it was, which sucks, because my dad and I both wanted to see it) and that my sister and mum are going to see High School Musical On Ice.
On Ice.
O_o
Then we made stupid innuendo and I took my sister home because my mum and dad were going to the beer store and Blockbuster's. I really, really wanted to say to my sister as we were leaving, "let's go, honey. Mummy and Daddy need to go buy booze and porn", but I didn't. I replaced "porn" with "movies".
My sister's eight. Even though she watches The Graham Norton Show with me and sometimes my mum, my current sense of "fucking well think before you say anything" (where's it been the past eighteen years?) kept me from saying that. Would've been funny, though. If only to see the reactions on the faces of the blonde automatons.
Also, my family has randomly decided we're going to Chicago over spring break. Which is in three weeks. We probably won't go, but it'd be nice.
And the whole bloody time, the girls in the other booth and the other group of teenagers near us were giving us really, really odd looks. Hey, whatever.
As always, my family prioritises--as I'm leaving, my dad tells me the new Entertainment Weekly is on the kitchen table, and it has this big long thing about the Oscars.
He didn't mention the lovely full-page reviewthing about Torchwood, so it was a very pleasant surprise to see a bloody Jack holding the glove and looking a bit mental. <3
In any case, The Trailer For 2x09.
Gwen is preggers.
Owen seems perfectly fine. I guess it has to do with the whole acceptance thing, or he plotdeviced his way into livingness. Refer to my big long ramble in the post below where I discuss how I thought Jack was intentionally provoking Owen in order to get him to fight back and stop lying around and giving up. After last week, it seems like he's finally sort-of okay, and he'll be fine. Anyway.
Gwen is also getting married. Some lady says she's not an alien. Rhys (?) punches Jack out. Gwen says that all she cares about is marrying Rhys, then goes to kiss Jack. ALMOST. BUT IT IS THERE.
*IS NOT HAPPY*
Oh, and there are shapeshifting vampires who sort of look like the ones in 30 Days of Night, which is pretty cool, because 1) that was an awesome comic/movie despite my best friend's complaining that the vampires weren't PRETTY and they were supposed to be PRETTY and I explained to her that they were beautiful, in a dark and terrifying way, and 2) Owen's already a zombie, so now we've got vampires AND zombies! XD
I want to see how Owen and Tosh's relationship develops. They're cute, but I think Tosh is starting to get on my nerves the tiniest bit. Not a lot, mind you, but just a bit. Like an itching at the back of my mind.
Still, I have faith in her. And in Owen. I LOVE OWEN SO FUCKING MUCH. <33333
I have to drag my ass out of bed at eight-thirty tomorrow so I can go to work.
Therefore, I cut this short so I can lie in bed and stare at the ceiling and be unable to sleep.
Maybe later I'll rant. You sensing a pattern? *grumbles*