Day Eight: My Life = Hell
I've decided what my own personal hell would be. Imagine if you will, gentle readers (hee!), a confined room. One window, through which only fog can be seen.
Now, imagine me in this room. Sick. Restless. Coughing. A lone TV blaring 7th Heaven for all eternity, except for every 2nd Sunday of April, when Buffy and Riley's sexfest graces the screen with it's presence. But, no, that is not all. Not only am I tormented with that, I also get to take standardized testing for all eternity. And the subject? Word problems. From physics, chemistry, calculus and more.
Maybe a radio blaring Avril Lavigne (not only her songs, but interviews with her as well!) non-stop except for one minute every three hundred years when it plays Britney: The Remix.
The only food available in the room is McDonald's rejects.
There is only one Kleenex box which I have to make last for all eternity.
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So yes, personal hell right there. Right now, it's getting pretty close to that. Well, kind of.
At least there was Coupling, "Angels Of The Silences," and ALIAS to cheer me up last night.
An awesome episode. The Rumbaldi machine is truly chilling. The terrorist attack on the church shocked me in a "real-world" fashion that I haven't experienced since "That Old Gang Of Mine," AtS S3. In a lighter note, I have never lusted over so many male characters in a single episode of a show (except for BtVS). Sark, Will, and Vaughn all made me melt in different ways. Sark because, well, he's Sark. And did you see that moment of hesitation? Dayum. I was so proud of Will, being so smart. And he looked damn sexy in that suit. Then there's Vaughn. He saved her, and I'm so glad he did because the kneecap thing really squicked me out. The shippy moments were...so sweet. Vaughn almost cried! I'm definitely hooked on this show now.
Two more things: Dixon? I can't believe he would return to the CIA so easily. I mean, I figured he would help Syd out, but then return to his normal life. And Not!Francie is truly creepy. I wonder when that storyline is going to culminate.
And I had the apocafic and "Storyteller" to cheer me up today.
You know, the best moment for me wasn't the S/B!Fantasy. Because I already knew about it. I didn't, however, know about the "Living like gods!" fantasy. I must have watched those two second blips about ten times! The Evil Trio, dancing around in togas in a field with unicorns and lyres. How can you top that?
The teaser was absolutely brilliant, with Andrew's "Masterpiece Theatre"-type entrance with the pipe and the funny pronunciation of "vamPIE-ER." And of course, interrupted by Anya and her priceless line. Ah, Anya.
So many slashy moments, like the Andrew/Jonathan bed scene. Did you guys see the cheese man in their dream? So hilarious. And when Andrew started singing "La Cucaracha," I thought that maybe that could be his trigger song. Or it's not and I'm wrong.
The Xander/Andrew slashyness was awesome too, as was the Spike/Wood. "You could cut the sexual tension with a knife!"
Did anyone else get an absolute kick out of Andrew's lamenting of Jonathan's death in the fake stories he told Buffy? "GET OUT OF MY BRAIN!!!!!!"
Finally, this episode tweaked my little Xander/Anya loving heart. I hope it isn't really over for them. Remember, the first time they had sex, it was so they could get over each other. Hmmm. ::ponders that thought:: What could that mean?
All in all, my favorite comedy episode ever. Loved it. If Andrew must die at the end of this season, well, then I hope that he gets a glorious ending. I salute you, most glorious filmmaker.
Okay. Not feeling as grumpy anymore. That's a good sign.
Now, imagine me in this room. Sick. Restless. Coughing. A lone TV blaring 7th Heaven for all eternity, except for every 2nd Sunday of April, when Buffy and Riley's sexfest graces the screen with it's presence. But, no, that is not all. Not only am I tormented with that, I also get to take standardized testing for all eternity. And the subject? Word problems. From physics, chemistry, calculus and more.
Maybe a radio blaring Avril Lavigne (not only her songs, but interviews with her as well!) non-stop except for one minute every three hundred years when it plays Britney: The Remix.
The only food available in the room is McDonald's rejects.
There is only one Kleenex box which I have to make last for all eternity.
--
So yes, personal hell right there. Right now, it's getting pretty close to that. Well, kind of.
At least there was Coupling, "Angels Of The Silences," and ALIAS to cheer me up last night.
An awesome episode. The Rumbaldi machine is truly chilling. The terrorist attack on the church shocked me in a "real-world" fashion that I haven't experienced since "That Old Gang Of Mine," AtS S3. In a lighter note, I have never lusted over so many male characters in a single episode of a show (except for BtVS). Sark, Will, and Vaughn all made me melt in different ways. Sark because, well, he's Sark. And did you see that moment of hesitation? Dayum. I was so proud of Will, being so smart. And he looked damn sexy in that suit. Then there's Vaughn. He saved her, and I'm so glad he did because the kneecap thing really squicked me out. The shippy moments were...so sweet. Vaughn almost cried! I'm definitely hooked on this show now.
Two more things: Dixon? I can't believe he would return to the CIA so easily. I mean, I figured he would help Syd out, but then return to his normal life. And Not!Francie is truly creepy. I wonder when that storyline is going to culminate.
And I had the apocafic and "Storyteller" to cheer me up today.
You know, the best moment for me wasn't the S/B!Fantasy. Because I already knew about it. I didn't, however, know about the "Living like gods!" fantasy. I must have watched those two second blips about ten times! The Evil Trio, dancing around in togas in a field with unicorns and lyres. How can you top that?
The teaser was absolutely brilliant, with Andrew's "Masterpiece Theatre"-type entrance with the pipe and the funny pronunciation of "vamPIE-ER." And of course, interrupted by Anya and her priceless line. Ah, Anya.
So many slashy moments, like the Andrew/Jonathan bed scene. Did you guys see the cheese man in their dream? So hilarious. And when Andrew started singing "La Cucaracha," I thought that maybe that could be his trigger song. Or it's not and I'm wrong.
The Xander/Andrew slashyness was awesome too, as was the Spike/Wood. "You could cut the sexual tension with a knife!"
Did anyone else get an absolute kick out of Andrew's lamenting of Jonathan's death in the fake stories he told Buffy? "GET OUT OF MY BRAIN!!!!!!"
Finally, this episode tweaked my little Xander/Anya loving heart. I hope it isn't really over for them. Remember, the first time they had sex, it was so they could get over each other. Hmmm. ::ponders that thought:: What could that mean?
All in all, my favorite comedy episode ever. Loved it. If Andrew must die at the end of this season, well, then I hope that he gets a glorious ending. I salute you, most glorious filmmaker.
Okay. Not feeling as grumpy anymore. That's a good sign.