[blah blah blah fishcakes]
"wasn't that on oprah?"
"you watch oprah?"
n'awwwwwwww. brothers.
"... sexual orientation."
"i'm going to go talk to larry, okay, honey?" *ass slap*
OMFG.
sam: *omg dad loved you better whiiiiiiine*
dean: *omg you are such a baby*
sam: *gay gay gay*
dean: *gay gay gay*
sam: *in a TOTALLY INAPPROPRIATE BROTHERLY WAY*
dean: *omg do me now*
dean in the towel. *heart*
okay, all right, okay, the bugs? TOTALLY FUCKING CREEPED ME OUT. ew.
i really wish i could meta smart about supernatural, but i can't - i'm not engaged with it like that. but it keeps delivering with the brothers, and at least this time they weren't saving helpless women, they were saving helpless suburban assholes, so that's something, right? plus also the brothers. did i mention brothers?
rowr.
is it just me, or have they lost most of their budget for lighting this year? omg, jj, TURN IT UP. i can't see shit in this lighting.
okay, so i like shannon, all right? i always have, even when she was working the ice queen bitch princess act. and i think maggie grace is a really good actress. this episode just kind of ripped me up. and rutherford - that connects shannon's dad with jack's chickie who he saved, right. i think it does. yeah.
i'm frustrated by this show, a lot of the time. i made a commitment to jj and this show, and i survived the whole first season, and all i want is a goddamned answer or two - at least a little admission that things are connected, you know? WE know things are connected. give us a crumb of something. give us a crumb that lets us know that you know that we know. you know?
wow. i suck at words.
IAN SOMERHALDER YAY. INAPPROPRIATE STEPSIBLING LOVE YAY.
i am so over michelle rodriguez and her stupid fucking character, and SHE KILLED SHANNON, which is NOT FUCKING ON. when i read her casting spoilers this summer, i was like, okay, that's fine, i can work with that, but i'm not engaged and their cast is fucking big enough without a brand new secondary group of people.
and you know what? i watched the goddamned pilot last year. i watched it THREE TIMES. i don't need another fucking pilot episode in the middle of the second season.
jj got in over his head with this one, and it's biting him in the ass. in my humble opinion, that is.
april brought me the new rent film soundtrack, and i listened to some of it tonight and amazed myself by still knowing every word to "la vie boheme" despite the fact that i probably haven't listened to the original cast recording in at least a year and a half. like a million other people my age, i have intense memories tied up in this show - mine are tied up with my friend suzanne, who is now a dentist. we both designed a lot of props for the theater department at carleton, which often involved driving up to the twin cities to buy things; suzanne had a car but hated to drive on the highway or in the twin cities, and i didn't have a car but didn't mind driving in the city, so we had a couple of wacky trips to minneapolis and the seedier parts of st. paul looking for weird props. (the trip where we went to sex world looking for a blow up doll springs immediately to mind.) but we more often than not listened to her dubbed tape copies of rent while i drove too fast, and i can't hear "la vie boheme" without thinking of belting it out with suzanne, speeding along i-35.
so. there's that. and the new recording's not bad; it's not the one i know and love, but it's good. and i'm looking forward to the movie.
today i decided that my new life goal is getting a phd from mit's media lab, because clearly that's the best way to meet people who might nominate me for a macarthur genius grant. i might have spent an hour at work today reading about all the people who've won genius grants in the last 20 years. and. um. i want that money. i'm a genius, i swear! i just don't have enough cash to prove it.
this entry is really cheerful, which is sort of deceptive. i've been kind of sad and cranky all day, and i get the feeling that someone i really care about is upset with me and i don't know what i did, and i really just want. something. i don't know what i want, really. which is the problem, in the end. *frustrated fists*