Observations, Thrusday, Friday.
Ohman, tv watching spree of Thursday and Friday? So good, so very very good.
CSI: So. New lab tech who's all 'I am a babe, and Catherine knows it?' So cool. And yeah, okay, maybe she's not new, but I don't get to watch this show very often. Anyway, thanks, canon-people for crushing my dreams of Grissom and Nick. I shall have to be snitty if things continue in this route. Or complain, and hope Greg gets more screen time. 'Cause the boy is fine, and Nick needs at least one person to have sexual chemistry with. Catherine doesn't count. She's sleeping with Warrick anyway. And dude, I know sets are expensive and all, but please, can we have some more? or at least excercise a modicum of creativity with them. I've seen the old mansion-y one, like, a zillion times. And Brass! Is so cool, and all 'stupid people, can't interrogate anyone properly' and this makes me love him so much.
Without A Trace: Hee, I like. I am so convinced that Martin and Sam will be unengaged by the end of the season, and y'know, if they aren't? Canon and I will part ways. After I club it to death with a pointy stick. And yes, mixing my death metaphors! Doesn't help that I was watching this with another big 'homotexuality, yay' friend, and we decided that while Martin and Sam go, and sit on opposite sides of a big and imposing dinner table, and stare unhappily at each other, Jack mopes around and does stuff, Vivian and Danny go out dancing. And whore it up. 'Cause you know, Vivian has bad things ahead of her, and Danny's incorrigible, and always whines about how she won't go out, but come Friday, Vivian always comes over to his house, and they ride the subway together to go...to whatever place they want to be. And after dancing, and drinking, and Danny having sexual chemistry with everyone, they're all giddy and shiny, and eee, this is my happy place. Plus, Martin did his wombat drop on the bad guy, and man, the boy is so cute.
Stargate:Atlantis: Well, nice to know that they were all doomed. Thanks, Powers, this made me feel nice about my boys. But there was Manly...nearly handholding between Beckett and Ford. And this is another happy!place thing of mine, 'cause I was all sighing. Of course, they're frightened out of their wits, knowing that they died in this other dimension and stuff, but, mainly, slashy! And, okay, maybe it was a bit too early to introduce the whole 'alternate universe' thing, 'cause, wow, bit of a cop out there. And Sheppard and McKay got a little too bitchy there, with all the one-upmanship. Maybe they're just jealous that Ford and Beckett don't have any creepy Anicent ladies getting in the way, and can just be all cool and blow-y up. Er, that made sense in my head. And Zeleka was there, as was Grodin, so that makes up for the total lack of Bates-shaped-love. Anyway, ZPM's, eee.
Stargate:SG-1: So, Daniel. Blue is so not your color. And I want the fluffy hair back, so much! But this show is not about wish-fulfillment for me. If it were, there would significantly less clothing, and more sex. And, you know, Jonas would still be around. Man, it's a good thing I'm not in charge, all we'd watch would be porn. Um, actually, that's not bad. Maybe I'll write in and ask if there can be a 'clothing optional' mission. Anyway, ascension!Daniel makes me cry, and man, they wear a lot of lipstick in this show. And how nice was it so see Jack back in the swing of things? He must be awfully bored, all of his team-mates getting to be endangered and he had to read their reports. Though with Daniel, it might just be 'hey, you're alive, we're going home now, and then after dinner, you can explain why you were kissing the alien girl.' But Daniel would make it so that Sam called up, and he wouldn't have to talk about it. Daniel's good at that sort of thing.
I do actually watch the shows. I just...like to theorize about them more than I like to recap. And, it would seem, make up backstory and sex lives for them.
I'm hopelessly shallow. I was reading this history of the OED, by Simon Winchester, and this is the kind of book where you keep the dictionary out to understand what he's going on about, and there's pictures of some of the guys who kickstarted the process. So, I see one of them, and am all gooey, for he's kinda cute. And then I learn that he died of pneumonia when he was just thirty-one, and am all 'ooh, a Byronic hero, I wonder if he wore a turban. Turbans are sexy.'
So the depths of my shallows have been plunged. Hahaha. Now, to go onto my other charms. Like, oh, my juvenility, (hah, not a real word. I don't think so, anyway) and fun stuff like that.
Recs at some point. When I'm not spinning around in my chair, smiling in a drippy way over the Pretty. See, I do objectification! I'm one of those really shallow people your mother warned you about. Hell, my mother warns me about. Well, not since I instituted a "here, cookies for your coworkers, now stop telling me that I should be motivated." plan.
CSI: So. New lab tech who's all 'I am a babe, and Catherine knows it?' So cool. And yeah, okay, maybe she's not new, but I don't get to watch this show very often. Anyway, thanks, canon-people for crushing my dreams of Grissom and Nick. I shall have to be snitty if things continue in this route. Or complain, and hope Greg gets more screen time. 'Cause the boy is fine, and Nick needs at least one person to have sexual chemistry with. Catherine doesn't count. She's sleeping with Warrick anyway. And dude, I know sets are expensive and all, but please, can we have some more? or at least excercise a modicum of creativity with them. I've seen the old mansion-y one, like, a zillion times. And Brass! Is so cool, and all 'stupid people, can't interrogate anyone properly' and this makes me love him so much.
Without A Trace: Hee, I like. I am so convinced that Martin and Sam will be unengaged by the end of the season, and y'know, if they aren't? Canon and I will part ways. After I club it to death with a pointy stick. And yes, mixing my death metaphors! Doesn't help that I was watching this with another big 'homotexuality, yay' friend, and we decided that while Martin and Sam go, and sit on opposite sides of a big and imposing dinner table, and stare unhappily at each other, Jack mopes around and does stuff, Vivian and Danny go out dancing. And whore it up. 'Cause you know, Vivian has bad things ahead of her, and Danny's incorrigible, and always whines about how she won't go out, but come Friday, Vivian always comes over to his house, and they ride the subway together to go...to whatever place they want to be. And after dancing, and drinking, and Danny having sexual chemistry with everyone, they're all giddy and shiny, and eee, this is my happy place. Plus, Martin did his wombat drop on the bad guy, and man, the boy is so cute.
Stargate:Atlantis: Well, nice to know that they were all doomed. Thanks, Powers, this made me feel nice about my boys. But there was Manly...nearly handholding between Beckett and Ford. And this is another happy!place thing of mine, 'cause I was all sighing. Of course, they're frightened out of their wits, knowing that they died in this other dimension and stuff, but, mainly, slashy! And, okay, maybe it was a bit too early to introduce the whole 'alternate universe' thing, 'cause, wow, bit of a cop out there. And Sheppard and McKay got a little too bitchy there, with all the one-upmanship. Maybe they're just jealous that Ford and Beckett don't have any creepy Anicent ladies getting in the way, and can just be all cool and blow-y up. Er, that made sense in my head. And Zeleka was there, as was Grodin, so that makes up for the total lack of Bates-shaped-love. Anyway, ZPM's, eee.
Stargate:SG-1: So, Daniel. Blue is so not your color. And I want the fluffy hair back, so much! But this show is not about wish-fulfillment for me. If it were, there would significantly less clothing, and more sex. And, you know, Jonas would still be around. Man, it's a good thing I'm not in charge, all we'd watch would be porn. Um, actually, that's not bad. Maybe I'll write in and ask if there can be a 'clothing optional' mission. Anyway, ascension!Daniel makes me cry, and man, they wear a lot of lipstick in this show. And how nice was it so see Jack back in the swing of things? He must be awfully bored, all of his team-mates getting to be endangered and he had to read their reports. Though with Daniel, it might just be 'hey, you're alive, we're going home now, and then after dinner, you can explain why you were kissing the alien girl.' But Daniel would make it so that Sam called up, and he wouldn't have to talk about it. Daniel's good at that sort of thing.
I do actually watch the shows. I just...like to theorize about them more than I like to recap. And, it would seem, make up backstory and sex lives for them.
I'm hopelessly shallow. I was reading this history of the OED, by Simon Winchester, and this is the kind of book where you keep the dictionary out to understand what he's going on about, and there's pictures of some of the guys who kickstarted the process. So, I see one of them, and am all gooey, for he's kinda cute. And then I learn that he died of pneumonia when he was just thirty-one, and am all 'ooh, a Byronic hero, I wonder if he wore a turban. Turbans are sexy.'
So the depths of my shallows have been plunged. Hahaha. Now, to go onto my other charms. Like, oh, my juvenility, (hah, not a real word. I don't think so, anyway) and fun stuff like that.
Recs at some point. When I'm not spinning around in my chair, smiling in a drippy way over the Pretty. See, I do objectification! I'm one of those really shallow people your mother warned you about. Hell, my mother warns me about. Well, not since I instituted a "here, cookies for your coworkers, now stop telling me that I should be motivated." plan.