Spoiler free and sort of charming
twop.com's Jacob often fucking pisses me off, but I read his recaps because intertextuality makes me happy and he is the besterest at finding links that shouldn't be found. He pisses me off because he's just plain wrong about some stuff, and states it as fact. On the other hand, I do love someone who can argue a point. And every now and then, he'll whip out his higher philosophies, most of which are pretty sound. For example, on S2E8 of True Blood:
"God, I hate the apocalypse. Ever notice how the only people who ever want to talk to you about Revelation or Armageddon are either trash or coked up? It's always dudes who think they might be gay, or grad students, or crazy church people, or two of those three. They're so tired, or scared, they can't wait for it to end. I can't imagine anything comforting about all this - all this! - ending. The apocalypse is suicidal ideation, and an inability to bear the weight of an infinite and unrecognizable future, but mostly it's just lame.
If the apocalypse comes, that means no more Coke Zero, no more tequila or cigarettes, no more Steven Colbert, no more anything that makes our universe worthwhile. No more Sarah Shahi, for chrissake. No more Ramin Dijwadi. I'd never finish Mad Men, which is like all I'm planning on doing tomorrow. No more making my day's schedule in Excel and then watching it slowly fall to shit. What's Lady Gaga's penis wearing this week? I don't know, we all died.
Things total are always going to be awesome, even if you're very tired indeed: Infinity is always bigger than whatever bullshit is bumming you out right this second. In the last five seconds alone you got: 1) a room with really excellent light and beautiful architecture, 2) Alexander Skarsgård's entire body ditto, and 3) Steve Newlin's hair, also ditto. That's like ten things, if you count Eric's separate muscle groups. Grow a pair, Steve Newlin. It's a beautiful day."
"God, I hate the apocalypse. Ever notice how the only people who ever want to talk to you about Revelation or Armageddon are either trash or coked up? It's always dudes who think they might be gay, or grad students, or crazy church people, or two of those three. They're so tired, or scared, they can't wait for it to end. I can't imagine anything comforting about all this - all this! - ending. The apocalypse is suicidal ideation, and an inability to bear the weight of an infinite and unrecognizable future, but mostly it's just lame.
If the apocalypse comes, that means no more Coke Zero, no more tequila or cigarettes, no more Steven Colbert, no more anything that makes our universe worthwhile. No more Sarah Shahi, for chrissake. No more Ramin Dijwadi. I'd never finish Mad Men, which is like all I'm planning on doing tomorrow. No more making my day's schedule in Excel and then watching it slowly fall to shit. What's Lady Gaga's penis wearing this week? I don't know, we all died.
Things total are always going to be awesome, even if you're very tired indeed: Infinity is always bigger than whatever bullshit is bumming you out right this second. In the last five seconds alone you got: 1) a room with really excellent light and beautiful architecture, 2) Alexander Skarsgård's entire body ditto, and 3) Steve Newlin's hair, also ditto. That's like ten things, if you count Eric's separate muscle groups. Grow a pair, Steve Newlin. It's a beautiful day."