We'll be fine in the morning

Jan 23, 2008 20:18

I made chili for dinner and I'm wondering if there's ever going to be a time that making chili will not make me think of The West Wing episode The Crackpots and These Women and Josh listening to Ave Maria and CJ drinking a glass of wine while she walks around the office. I think the answer might be no, considering I profess to hate this show like the bad relationship it was and still, I stir the chili and think, "I want to be a comfort to my friends" and "No, it needs cumin."

So, I've been watching Crusade, and did you know, there's a plague, and Earth has five years to find a cure? FIVE YEARS TO FIND A CURE TO THE DRAKH PLAGUE. I swear, they say it five times an episode. LIKE I'D FORGET THE BASIC PREMISE OF THE SHOW ONE EPISODE TO THE NEXT. It's even in the opening credits! Which I usually fast forward through because I REMEMBER ABOUT THE FUCKING PLAGUE OK?

I've had the two The Hush Sound episodes on shuffle today, and I hadn't realized before now quite how many times they talk about sleep and waking and morning. I have no statistical analysis at the moment, but I suspect it's a theme in their songwriting. It's really very sweet, and I think sleep and mornings are solid metaphors pretty much all the time.

I am not sure I will ever write this story, but I've had this line in my head all week: "There are four known alternate timeline versions of Gerard Way." It's inspired by a wikipedia entry on Rodney McKay, which I consulted earlier in the week because I could not for the life of me remember whether the Meredith part of his name was canon or fanon. It's the Stargate universe, and so no wikipedia entry on a character is complete without a section on his alternate timeline selves, and the bluntness of the line just stuck with me. I mean, just think - alternate timeline Gerard! Someone documenting the four known versions, and pondering how many others might be out there!

PS - There's a plague! Matthew Gideon, Captain of the Excalibur, and his team of telepaths, thieves, arrogant archaeologists, morally conflicted doctors, and infuriatingly obscure magicians have five years to find a cure. FIVE YEARS TO FIND A CURE. TO THE PLAGUE.

better angels of our nature, coffee on demand, whatever remains however improbable, the circle completing itself

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