because the city the city is haunted.
1. I FINALLY saw "200" last night. I maybe might've had a metagasm. JUST MAYBE MIGHT'VE. My favourite part was the puppets, and the recreation of the box-drawing scene from the movie. 'Cause that's just about my favourite scene in the whole freaking movie. And, you know, the wedding. Until Sam showed up in her stupid foofy dress. Geez, Carter. And! Farscape! Dude! Ha! And Cameron needs a brain! And super-muscley teenage!DanielJackson (with that bloody fugly bandana, Christ on a cracker). And the W:XE actors at the end. OMG. THE ASIMOV QUOTE MADE ME CRY. The end.
It was pretty much made entirely of awesome. I really love Marty the Martian.
(And Richard Dean Anderson. Shh.)
2. SPN. TUSSLING. ON. THE. BED. Totally took me by surprise. Also. Very hot.
Okay, Bobby should not keep showing up. I love him, don't get me wrong, but I'm making the same complaint as I did about John--okay, not really. Bobby's not a shitty parent, as far as I know. I'm making the same complaint as I did about John being a regular, and about Jo: this show is about Sam and Dean. Sam'n'Dean. Sam/Dean. The boys. The guys. I honestly don't care to see more of Kripke's stable of recurring characters than I already do.
Plus, he's saved their asses twice in a row. They've got on for a long time without that kind of mollycoddling, man.
Otherwise, another hour pretty much made entirely of awesome. BlahblahBLAH? BLAH!
(Never going to get old. Never.)
Previous to SG1, The Office rocked my socks moste handilie. Rocked them SO HARD. Jim! Dwight! Hearts! Michael. If he wasn't such a moron, he'd be a really great boss. As it is, he's pretty sweet.
In conclusion: the only way last night could have been better is if The OC had actually been on at eight, and also been entirely made of awesome (unlikely, since they haven't got rid of that gibbering idiot woman who makes those of us who actually have OCD and anxiety look like, um, gibbering idiots, but I continue to hope).
Yep.
Bye.
It was pretty much made entirely of awesome. I really love Marty the Martian.
(And Richard Dean Anderson. Shh.)
2. SPN. TUSSLING. ON. THE. BED. Totally took me by surprise. Also. Very hot.
Okay, Bobby should not keep showing up. I love him, don't get me wrong, but I'm making the same complaint as I did about John--okay, not really. Bobby's not a shitty parent, as far as I know. I'm making the same complaint as I did about John being a regular, and about Jo: this show is about Sam and Dean. Sam'n'Dean. Sam/Dean. The boys. The guys. I honestly don't care to see more of Kripke's stable of recurring characters than I already do.
Plus, he's saved their asses twice in a row. They've got on for a long time without that kind of mollycoddling, man.
Otherwise, another hour pretty much made entirely of awesome. BlahblahBLAH? BLAH!
(Never going to get old. Never.)
Previous to SG1, The Office rocked my socks moste handilie. Rocked them SO HARD. Jim! Dwight! Hearts! Michael. If he wasn't such a moron, he'd be a really great boss. As it is, he's pretty sweet.
In conclusion: the only way last night could have been better is if The OC had actually been on at eight, and also been entirely made of awesome (unlikely, since they haven't got rid of that gibbering idiot woman who makes those of us who actually have OCD and anxiety look like, um, gibbering idiots, but I continue to hope).
Yep.
Bye.