Not much of a warm welcome, I'm afraid.

I was initially prepared to break down all of my Issues (capital "I") with the show's pilot (read: I will e'splain), and then couldn't work up enough energy to care (read: no, is too much. I will sum up.).

Stacie: this
Stacie: is not issues
Stacie: it sucks
freneticfloetry: frankly
freneticfloetry: the whole thing smacks of dark angel ( Read more... )

Seriously, SGA? You force-feed us crap all season long, get the axe halfway through, and wait until the eve of the end (by which time most of us sensible people have given up) to whip out the brilliance? Seriously? I just... have no words.

Except, you know... Holy. Shit.

Yeah, my thoughts don't really get any more coherent than that.

( What happens in Vegas... )

I am so tired of ignorant people ( Read more... )

Sometimes there's nothing better in the world than two people who have no concept of TMI having a late-night conversation.

( Case in point. )

I will have lots of witty and insightful thoughts tomorrow.

But for now... I love you, show. May the world bow to your gloriousness.

That is all.

So I officially love both Petrelli boys. With the puppy eyes and the eagerness and the emo!bangsofdoom, I was pretty "meh" on Peter. I guess all it took was a big scar, a few scowls and growls, some strategically-placed hair gel, and Neo's coat from The Matrix Reloaded for me to be a goner ( Read more... )

So I gave my brain a break from wrapping the crack!fic to read some - namely a SPN/Smallville crossover. It was so promising at the start. There was brother banter and Dean driving and Sam skepticism... Then they brought my favorite Girl Friday in and it got even better, with the flirting and the wit and the subtext ( Read more... )