Life. Don't talk to me about life.

Jun 13, 2011 18:47

You guys, I am unaccountably out of sorts about that Groves and Gillette thing I picked up on in OST yesterday.

This is just gonna be one of those _months_, isn't it?  Le sigh...

ETA: I really want any potential fifth movie to be at least partially about the BRN tracking down Barbossa and taking survivors' benefits for his former lieutenants' families out of his hold.  I think I'm actually more angry now that he insisted they fight than I was about the seagulls roosting.  Which is honestly pretty bloody awful of me, since those seamen almost certainly had names and people who cared about them, too.  My short-term desire is more along the lines of curling up in bed with Lorne and a pint of Blue Bell and crying all night.  Instead, I've just been informed it's "pizza and a movie time."  I can't even WAIT to see what Dad has picked out...

I was going to watch "The Call, Part 2" tonight, but I'm thinking I need some heavy duty life-affirming stuff.  I may have to call out the "Satan Pit" big guns...

ERLTA: So, instead, I watch "Tabula Rasa"*?  I guess that's the same as watching "The Satan Pit," in so much as it makes me laugh a lot and wrings some pretty serious tearage and I have a plush representation of one of the woobiest characters to huggle to death when necessary.  There's just that one tiny, niggling little difference, where the Who episode leaves me feeling refreshed and inspired and amazed at the world and happy to be alive, whereas "Tabula Rasa," for all its hilarity ("Why not just call me 'Horny Giles' or 'Desperate-for-a-Shag Giles'?!  I KNEW there was a reason I hated you!"), is very possibly the most depressing episode in all of BtVS.

Yeah.  I'm a genius.  I'm gonna watch the first little bit of TDS that I missed when it first aired, and then I'm gonna go back to Plan A with the hamster and the ice cream.
Edited Rather Later to Add

* BtVS flavour "Tabula Rasa," not JL.

EOLTTA: Or, what the hell, maybe I won't, because we are out of ice cream.  And they seem to have moved the second airing of TDS to some ridiculous time way after I plan to be asleep.  And Lorne, for what is possibly the first time in his life, is actually up and moving around like a real hamster and not doing a remarkable impression of a fuzzy barnacle.  So, no.  No TDS and hamster and ice cream for me.  Dammit.

Fine.  I'll go howl on the moors.
Edited One Last Time To Add

i take my stories too damned seriously, sad-making things, btvs, aaaargh!

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