I'm feeling melancholy today, seeing all the pics from our final Upfronts on the Tweeter machine. Remembering the rapt love I used to have for SPN, because of the setting, the genre, the characters. Now granted, just like childbirth, you tend to forget the horrible parts, but as I was perusing
bratfarrar's journal, with the old screencaps and chiaroscuro and
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