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So I watched the end of Battlestar Galactica. I am rendered pretty much inarticulate. I'm torn between all-out maniacal laughter (which I went with for a while. My dad asked if it was a comedy ending. HAHA NO) and numb crying. The laughter feels better.
Luckily Dollhouse is rocking my world in other ways, so I don't have to be weird for too long. Joss Whedon, ultimate master of storytelling y/y?
Dollhouse is a series that is making me think, dammit. I keep going "OMG BUT WHAT IF...?" and everyone's all in shades of grey and moral ambiguity that is just delicious to watch. Also delicious are Topher's hands, but that's a whole other issue. I'm totally in it for the plotting.
And one show that I'm really, really not in for the plotting is Robin Hood, and in case you missed it or don't follow the comm: TRAILER.
Click to viewOn the one hand, OMG UPRISING OF SOME SORT. On the other, what, did they have some kind of competition to see who could keep Sam Troughton out of frame or blurry for longest? Not cool, BBC. This is not going to adequately tide me over till Sunday. *deathglare*
Oh, and I'm home. In my new room. It's smaaaaall, but it is very pretty. I will photograph tomorrow if I can. The biggest shock was seeing what my brother had done to my room. I'll gather evidence of that, too. It's terrifying.