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*gigglesnort*
Watched the alternate cuts of Comes a Horseman and Revelation 6:8 with Alan and Jessica. And wackiness, as the saying goes, ensues...
[Flashback with Duncan and "Melvin" in Mexico/Wild West/some place with hats]
Duncan: Either way, Koren. On your feet or on your back.
Alan: Damn you, Duncan MacLeod. Kronos is not that kind of Immortal!
[Scene with Roman!Kronos and Roman!Methos and the WELL OF DOOM]
Jessica: Honestly, talk about your over-reaction. Doesn't anyone do the "we can still be friends" thing anymore?
Froodle: And here I thought Buffy and Angel had a monopoly on angsty, over-dramatic breakups. Although, in fairness, there is something about Kronos that screams "stalker ex".
Alan: Wouldn't that make them more Spike and Drusilla than Buffy and Angel, then?
Froodle: Or possibly Angel and Darla, but that's kind of mean to Kronos.
Jessica: Plus, I can see Kronos and Spike having similar styles, but not so much Kronos and Darla.
Alan: ...are you imagining Kronos dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl?
Jessica: ...little bit.
Froodle: I'm imagining Methos in one of Dru's floor-length slinky Goth dresses, holding a puppy called "Miss Sunshine".
Jessica: I think if Kronos was going to dress like a Buffy character, he'd be Faith. Or Vampire Willow.
Froodle: So... basically he'd be the same as he is now, only with bigger boobies?
Jessica: And better hair.
Kronos doing that little girl's voice was... disturbing on a level I never knew existed. Also, how retarded was that monk? "Oh hey, my boss-monk just told me there's a demon trapped in that well, and now it sounds like there's a child in there. I'd better go rescue it! It's not like demons are notorious decievers or anything!" Dumbass. And how come a weedy little monk can smash open that grating in like, two seconds, but Kronos has been down there thousands of years and never managed to escape? You fail at Well Escaping, Kronos.
Also, one line that should never, ever have been cut, because it proves beyond doubt that there is a God and he loves me: "I think you've gone soft, brother. You're not used to pain. Back then you would have jumped right up, asking for more."
In other news, saw the new Star Wars film today. It was... not an enjoyable experiance. The film wasn't too dreadful, but the guy sitting next to me smelt like unwashed man-crotch and there must have been an outing for some "special needs" school in the area, because there were like FORTY of the damn things monging all over the fucking cinema. There were three sitting next to Alan and right in the middle of the fight between Yoda and Sidious, one of them starts pitching a full-on mongfit, shrieking and slobbering and waving it's horrible little arms, and it's minder had to come up from like, four rows down - what the fuck are you doing that far away from your charge anyway, bitch? - and calm it the fuck down, and this took a full minute and she's STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME BLOCKING MY VIEW the whole time. And then the bus back to Downiesville must have been due or something, because about ten, fifteen minutes before the end of the film, when Obi-Wan and Whinykin are having their duel, the minders stand up and start wandering all over the fucking cinema collecting their Feebamons and herding them down the stairs like particularly smelly cattle.
Although actually, given that I had to look away myself once Anakin's face started melting off, it probably wouldn't have been a good idea to let Little Jimmy Retard and company see that. Forty simultaneous spaz attacks in an enclosed space? Not pretty.
Which begs the question, of course, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BRING THEM?!
God, I hate other people.
On plus side, was very cute that Obi-Wan got to see Qui-Gonn again at the end. Here's hoping they build a little lovenest on Tatooine and have HAWT FORCE-DRIVEN MANSEXXORZ every day forever.
And finally, while the Phantom of the Opera is cool, he needs to take some lessons in dramatic entrances. Preferably from Angel, because that scene in Masquerade would have been vastly improved with a little door-smashery.
Watched the alternate cuts of Comes a Horseman and Revelation 6:8 with Alan and Jessica. And wackiness, as the saying goes, ensues...
[Flashback with Duncan and "Melvin" in Mexico/Wild West/some place with hats]
Duncan: Either way, Koren. On your feet or on your back.
Alan: Damn you, Duncan MacLeod. Kronos is not that kind of Immortal!
[Scene with Roman!Kronos and Roman!Methos and the WELL OF DOOM]
Jessica: Honestly, talk about your over-reaction. Doesn't anyone do the "we can still be friends" thing anymore?
Froodle: And here I thought Buffy and Angel had a monopoly on angsty, over-dramatic breakups. Although, in fairness, there is something about Kronos that screams "stalker ex".
Alan: Wouldn't that make them more Spike and Drusilla than Buffy and Angel, then?
Froodle: Or possibly Angel and Darla, but that's kind of mean to Kronos.
Jessica: Plus, I can see Kronos and Spike having similar styles, but not so much Kronos and Darla.
Alan: ...are you imagining Kronos dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl?
Jessica: ...little bit.
Froodle: I'm imagining Methos in one of Dru's floor-length slinky Goth dresses, holding a puppy called "Miss Sunshine".
Jessica: I think if Kronos was going to dress like a Buffy character, he'd be Faith. Or Vampire Willow.
Froodle: So... basically he'd be the same as he is now, only with bigger boobies?
Jessica: And better hair.
Kronos doing that little girl's voice was... disturbing on a level I never knew existed. Also, how retarded was that monk? "Oh hey, my boss-monk just told me there's a demon trapped in that well, and now it sounds like there's a child in there. I'd better go rescue it! It's not like demons are notorious decievers or anything!" Dumbass. And how come a weedy little monk can smash open that grating in like, two seconds, but Kronos has been down there thousands of years and never managed to escape? You fail at Well Escaping, Kronos.
Also, one line that should never, ever have been cut, because it proves beyond doubt that there is a God and he loves me: "I think you've gone soft, brother. You're not used to pain. Back then you would have jumped right up, asking for more."
In other news, saw the new Star Wars film today. It was... not an enjoyable experiance. The film wasn't too dreadful, but the guy sitting next to me smelt like unwashed man-crotch and there must have been an outing for some "special needs" school in the area, because there were like FORTY of the damn things monging all over the fucking cinema. There were three sitting next to Alan and right in the middle of the fight between Yoda and Sidious, one of them starts pitching a full-on mongfit, shrieking and slobbering and waving it's horrible little arms, and it's minder had to come up from like, four rows down - what the fuck are you doing that far away from your charge anyway, bitch? - and calm it the fuck down, and this took a full minute and she's STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME BLOCKING MY VIEW the whole time. And then the bus back to Downiesville must have been due or something, because about ten, fifteen minutes before the end of the film, when Obi-Wan and Whinykin are having their duel, the minders stand up and start wandering all over the fucking cinema collecting their Feebamons and herding them down the stairs like particularly smelly cattle.
Although actually, given that I had to look away myself once Anakin's face started melting off, it probably wouldn't have been a good idea to let Little Jimmy Retard and company see that. Forty simultaneous spaz attacks in an enclosed space? Not pretty.
Which begs the question, of course, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BRING THEM?!
God, I hate other people.
On plus side, was very cute that Obi-Wan got to see Qui-Gonn again at the end. Here's hoping they build a little lovenest on Tatooine and have HAWT FORCE-DRIVEN MANSEXXORZ every day forever.
And finally, while the Phantom of the Opera is cool, he needs to take some lessons in dramatic entrances. Preferably from Angel, because that scene in Masquerade would have been vastly improved with a little door-smashery.