*sheepish*
So, uh. I've been at iuliamentis's place for going on forty-eight hours now, and have made an excellent start on picking up three new fandoms. Iulia got hooked on Farscape with the able assistance of splash_the_cat, and of course she had to share with me the hotness, the muppets, and the atonal choral music. wheeeeeeeeee!
And then, of course, because life is JUST. TOO. CHEERY. we had to watch the Battlestar Galactica miniseries, so that I could finally get properly started on my inevitable slide into BSG.
And then, well, then there's CSI.
I watched my first episode (6x01) on Monday, right before my job interview (because nothing prepares you for a job interview like PEOPLE SOUP.) And then I had to see the immediately preceding Quentin Tarantino two-parter, and merryish helped me out with that, and I watched it on Tuesday, while skipping class to get packed for the weekend not that I skipped class to watch CSI really I fucking swear. Grave Danger turned out to be the fanfic crack of episodes, such that I squeed incoherently through almost the whole thing despite having a profoundly limited ability to, y'know, identify characters on sight. I spent the following twenty-four hours remembering random bits and squeeing all over again and wanting to rewatch it much like I wanted to reread alienseas' lovely lovely Gil/Nick WIP.
Somewhere in Pennsylvania, driving up, I heard The Who's "Who Are You" on the radio and cranked it and squeed some more.
I somehow restrained myself from rewatching Grave Danger for the thirty-six hours I spent at my parents' house, but once I got to Iulia's I only barely made it through the hockey game before begging her to watch it with me. Of course, despite my computer's crankiness, we couldn't stop there, so we also watched 6x01 to get the followup (and THAT is why I was late opening the Open Thread, okay? okay? that's why. but I would have done it. there were technical difficulties.)
After Numb3rs (in which Don wore very fetching pants, Charlie needed to cut his hair just a little bit, and Lou Diamond Phillips wanted to have sex with both of them, preferably at the same time, sorry, that's really all I took in and nothing you didn't see in the promo) Iulia and I went to the store and picked up snacks, milk, a gallon of Hawaiian punch and a bottle of twelve dollar vodka. Then we watched more Farscape and found it all unbearably hilarious, and in the morning I woke up with a bit of a headache and a red mustache. I'm sure you can cleverly fill in the blanks, but just let me say: wicked. fucking. classy.
Then yesterday there were more muppets and hot people, and Battlestar Galactica, and then Iulia and I managed to get our hands on the CSI pilot. And watch it. And make a snap decision with an hour to go before the hockey game that we NEEDED MORE CSI OH GOD RIGHT NOW. So we hit the Blockbuster and rented the first two discs of season one. We watched one episode last night, after the Wings game (which they managed to win! eventually!) and then, uh, three more so far today. Three more to go, and then we will tear ourselves away to go hang out with fairmer, who I have not seen since I moved, but, uh, first we feed the hot-woobie-multi-boy-and-girlfriended-crime-procedural monkey.
And then, of course, because life is JUST. TOO. CHEERY. we had to watch the Battlestar Galactica miniseries, so that I could finally get properly started on my inevitable slide into BSG.
And then, well, then there's CSI.
I watched my first episode (6x01) on Monday, right before my job interview (because nothing prepares you for a job interview like PEOPLE SOUP.) And then I had to see the immediately preceding Quentin Tarantino two-parter, and merryish helped me out with that, and I watched it on Tuesday, while skipping class to get packed for the weekend not that I skipped class to watch CSI really I fucking swear. Grave Danger turned out to be the fanfic crack of episodes, such that I squeed incoherently through almost the whole thing despite having a profoundly limited ability to, y'know, identify characters on sight. I spent the following twenty-four hours remembering random bits and squeeing all over again and wanting to rewatch it much like I wanted to reread alienseas' lovely lovely Gil/Nick WIP.
Somewhere in Pennsylvania, driving up, I heard The Who's "Who Are You" on the radio and cranked it and squeed some more.
I somehow restrained myself from rewatching Grave Danger for the thirty-six hours I spent at my parents' house, but once I got to Iulia's I only barely made it through the hockey game before begging her to watch it with me. Of course, despite my computer's crankiness, we couldn't stop there, so we also watched 6x01 to get the followup (and THAT is why I was late opening the Open Thread, okay? okay? that's why. but I would have done it. there were technical difficulties.)
After Numb3rs (in which Don wore very fetching pants, Charlie needed to cut his hair just a little bit, and Lou Diamond Phillips wanted to have sex with both of them, preferably at the same time, sorry, that's really all I took in and nothing you didn't see in the promo) Iulia and I went to the store and picked up snacks, milk, a gallon of Hawaiian punch and a bottle of twelve dollar vodka. Then we watched more Farscape and found it all unbearably hilarious, and in the morning I woke up with a bit of a headache and a red mustache. I'm sure you can cleverly fill in the blanks, but just let me say: wicked. fucking. classy.
Then yesterday there were more muppets and hot people, and Battlestar Galactica, and then Iulia and I managed to get our hands on the CSI pilot. And watch it. And make a snap decision with an hour to go before the hockey game that we NEEDED MORE CSI OH GOD RIGHT NOW. So we hit the Blockbuster and rented the first two discs of season one. We watched one episode last night, after the Wings game (which they managed to win! eventually!) and then, uh, three more so far today. Three more to go, and then we will tear ourselves away to go hang out with fairmer, who I have not seen since I moved, but, uh, first we feed the hot-woobie-multi-boy-and-girlfriended-crime-procedural monkey.