HAPPY FRIDAY, EVERYONE!!
This was one of the creepier episodes I have seen. From the very beginning, it managed to hit most of my phobias...the thing under the bed and small spaces, being buried alive to be more specific. Yikes.
The title was AWESOME!!!! Especially considering that one of the most frequent signs that a show has jumped the shark is the random addition of a younger sibling/relative out of nowhere. And the Cousin Oliver ref from the Brady Bunch was fabulous.
I know Dean doesn't want to think about John and sex, but c'mon, did he really expect his dad to never have sex again? I mean, he could have been more careful, but he deserved a little fun, too.
I loved Dean getting mad about the baseball game. And that John did all this "normal" stuff with Adam...but then Dean wants to keep Adam normal. (To no avail, however.)
I liked the little bit of
Rochambeau, and Dean getting pissed because he didn't throw paper. And man, crawling through ducts. Never fun. Gotta love blind corners in a tight space.
Sammy teaching Adam how to shoot. (Actually, the whole mirroring of Sam's words to John's from the beginning was fairly cool.) It made me want to see a scene of young Dean teaching a young Sammy how to shoot.
Alas, Adam turned out to be a ghoul...I was actually wondering how they would deal with an extra Winchester, but I liked the twist.
And once again, Sammy was trussed up like a Christmas turkey. What is it about the writers/directors on this show that they are so into bondage and Jared Padalecki. Not that I am complaining, mind you.
Also, note to Sam...Castiel is not your personal resurrection machine!!
All in all, a top-notch episode. Not my favorite, definitely, but really good.
Is anyone else watching Harper's Island? It's fun. Mindless and pulpy, but fun. And Jim Beaver is in it! I love him (BOBBY!!) And Katie Cassidy is not nearly as annoying as she was as Ruby on SPN.
I had quite a lovely dream last night. I don't remember much of it, but I do remember waking up thinking, wow, that was nice.
I have decided that I have Canine Tourette's. I am unable to pass a dog anywhere without yelling, "PUPPY!" really loudly. It's completely uncontrollable, too. I also suffer from a milder form of Avian Tourette's, which causes me to yell, "BIRDIE, BIRDIE!!" at pigeons and such.
I'm going to see Lysistrata tonight at Synetic. I love the play, and am really looking forward to seeing what this group does with it.