I've often felt that the wee hours of the morning were excellent times to ponder deep questions, such as, Why are we here? Who am I really? What am I going to do with my life? Why does my wireless internet only work at 4:30 in the morning? Where is my roommate? Why does my hall smell like fish?
Anyways, been packing. Dad is coming at some ungodly hour to take my stuff home. I hate packing. Also, I am slow. At packing, that is.
So, I'm watching "Crouton" "Croatian" "Croatoan" after reading some whining criticism on it. After intense meditation, I think I've discovered how it was supposed to go:
Kripke: OMG I HAVE THE BEST IDEA FOR FALL FINALE EVAR! DEMON VIRUSES! PLAGUES OF ZOMBIES! ZOMBIES EVERYWHERE!
Execs: You can have 9.
Kripke: What?
Execs: 9 zombies. That's all we can afford.
Kripke: Whatever. Anyway, so these ... 9 zombies are really dangerous, and they have all these hardcore fights with the Winchesters--
Execs: Um, we can't afford hand to hand combat.
Kripke: But they're ZOMBIES.
Execs: You can shoot a couple. And someone can get tossed into a cabinet. We're good at that.
Kripke: ...
Execs: You can hit one with a fire extinguisher if you like.
Kripke: Speaking of fires, I was thinking explosions. Lots of explosions.
Execs: Ohh, about that...
Kripke: ...no explosions?
Execs: Um... no.
Kripke: ...Can I have Molotov cocktails?
Execs: As long as they aren't on fire.
Kripke: Ok. Well, that just leaves more time for the big chase scene--
Execs: 15 seconds.
Kripke: But--
Execs: You can have 15 seconds of stunt driving.
Kripke: But--
Execs: And we've jacked some props from House, so we want you to stay in a hospital, like, the entire time.
Kripke: But--
Execs: We do have a new special effect for you, though!
Kripke: ...what.
Execs: It's pseudo-slow motion! It looks like it's slow, but it's NOT REALLY. We want you to use it as frequently as possible!
Kripke: ::cries::
Seriously, how much more awesome would this episode have been if it had zombie fights and explosions? Or even if the zombies had been a little more, you know, scary? Alas.
Bed time. Ubi est mea amica cubiculae?