my name is juuudge!
Last night I started watching the final episodes of Arrested Development, but I had to wait until this morning to watch the very last one, because the torrent took forever. Then I watched Friday's BSG.
I AM KILLED DEAD AND I DON'T LIKE IT ONE BIT.
I JUST...Michael Cera and Alia Shawkat have to play a couple when they guest on Veronica Mars. They HAVE TO. And I will love it and laugh and cry and mourn for my fucking BRILLIANT, GAY, INCESTUOUS, INSANE DEAD SHOW.
They went out in style, and it was perfect, and still perfect to be continued if Showtime or ABC ends up picking them up [BECAUSE THEY SO WILL], and Michael finally cried, and oh god, the continuity porn in all of those episodes. And N. Bluth! Justine and Jason must have had a blast filming those scenes, I was practically choking in laughter. And GOB with Ann! I *knew* she was his religious girlfriend. And Lindsay's utter glee at the prospect of hooking up with Michael! And Tobias' utter gayness! And ANNYONG! Or should I say, Hello! And Michael with George Michael, boating down to Cabo...oh, I don't know when I started crying, but I just can't believe FOX fucking aired this ON A FRIDAY. AGAINST THE OPENING CEREMONIES OF THE OLYMPICS?
So I was still in tears when I started to watch BSG's Sacrifice. BILLY BILLY BILLY BILLYBILLY. I just...if I sounded at all incoherent in trying to describe my reactions to the finale of AD, it's because I'm still shaking and crying. Billy Keikeya. I don't understand why they had to kill him off...I already lived in fear of his death last summer, during the Home arc, when everyone knew about Paul Campbell's possible pilot, and then it wasn't picked up, and they killed Elosha instead.
I wish the series used him more. I wish I wish I wish, but Ron Moore is a fucking bastard, and from the moment he stood up and lunged at the terrorist, I knew he was a goner, and I didn't even care about Lee, because for fuck's sake, Ron Moore, we know you're not going to kill off Lee, and I wasn't even WORRIED, so stop trying to manipulate my emotions because it wasn't going to work at all. All I cared about was Billy and now he's gone and aahhhh, Laura Roslin in the morgue with his body just about ruined any semblance of control I had previously, and when she said, "He was so young," and then that GASP...I started crying twice as hard; while I was choking and sniffling before, I actually had to pause that time because I couldn't see the screen.
Mary McDonnell deserves an Emmy for those two seconds ALONE.
And poor, poor Kara, all alone in her shame and guilt, and god, the look on her face when she walked away from Dee at Lee's bedside.
I really, really shouldn't have watched those two episodes in succession.
BILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
There were casting spoilers for an upcoming episode of VM in there, but if you're worried, it's one you should totally know.
I just want to flop outside in the huge drift of snow that's on my balcony, but the fucking windows won't open enough.
:(
I AM KILLED DEAD AND I DON'T LIKE IT ONE BIT.
I JUST...Michael Cera and Alia Shawkat have to play a couple when they guest on Veronica Mars. They HAVE TO. And I will love it and laugh and cry and mourn for my fucking BRILLIANT, GAY, INCESTUOUS, INSANE DEAD SHOW.
They went out in style, and it was perfect, and still perfect to be continued if Showtime or ABC ends up picking them up [BECAUSE THEY SO WILL], and Michael finally cried, and oh god, the continuity porn in all of those episodes. And N. Bluth! Justine and Jason must have had a blast filming those scenes, I was practically choking in laughter. And GOB with Ann! I *knew* she was his religious girlfriend. And Lindsay's utter glee at the prospect of hooking up with Michael! And Tobias' utter gayness! And ANNYONG! Or should I say, Hello! And Michael with George Michael, boating down to Cabo...oh, I don't know when I started crying, but I just can't believe FOX fucking aired this ON A FRIDAY. AGAINST THE OPENING CEREMONIES OF THE OLYMPICS?
So I was still in tears when I started to watch BSG's Sacrifice. BILLY BILLY BILLY BILLYBILLY. I just...if I sounded at all incoherent in trying to describe my reactions to the finale of AD, it's because I'm still shaking and crying. Billy Keikeya. I don't understand why they had to kill him off...I already lived in fear of his death last summer, during the Home arc, when everyone knew about Paul Campbell's possible pilot, and then it wasn't picked up, and they killed Elosha instead.
I wish the series used him more. I wish I wish I wish, but Ron Moore is a fucking bastard, and from the moment he stood up and lunged at the terrorist, I knew he was a goner, and I didn't even care about Lee, because for fuck's sake, Ron Moore, we know you're not going to kill off Lee, and I wasn't even WORRIED, so stop trying to manipulate my emotions because it wasn't going to work at all. All I cared about was Billy and now he's gone and aahhhh, Laura Roslin in the morgue with his body just about ruined any semblance of control I had previously, and when she said, "He was so young," and then that GASP...I started crying twice as hard; while I was choking and sniffling before, I actually had to pause that time because I couldn't see the screen.
Mary McDonnell deserves an Emmy for those two seconds ALONE.
And poor, poor Kara, all alone in her shame and guilt, and god, the look on her face when she walked away from Dee at Lee's bedside.
I really, really shouldn't have watched those two episodes in succession.
BILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
There were casting spoilers for an upcoming episode of VM in there, but if you're worried, it's one you should totally know.
I just want to flop outside in the huge drift of snow that's on my balcony, but the fucking windows won't open enough.
:(