Desperate Housewives = life?

[whenidream]

I've been watching an inordinate amount of Desperate Housewives this weekend, so right now I'm quite attracted to Dana Delany, what with her being the sexy ho that she is. Just about every time I watch any episode from last season I go through the same thing, because her character is the perfect combination of bitchy and controlling where I really, really want to jump her. Also, she played a lesbian senator without any morals on The L Word and that was a pretty good time. But no kiss, so on the other hand it really wasn't.

Right now I'm watching the DH season 4 finale since I've pretty much forgotten it already, so all the plot twists are totally magical and surprising. I will include reactions since I haven't posted about this show in more than a year. And I'm pretty sure I had the same reactions when I saw it the first time, so just think of it as a really unnecessary backdated post.

1. That evil bitch of a child is gone. Let's all rejoice. Againnn. I totally didn't realize all the shit she did the first time since I skipped half the season to write papers or something, so I'm rejoicing all the more. That ho. That's right, she's a ho too. Except when Dana Delany is a bitch it's enjoyable because she's middle-aged and a total hottie, and not just like a random evil child. I'm pretty sure that's the criteria.
2. Bingo Bob kidnapped Captain Hammer! So true, right?
3. Oh man, she is THE badassest. Like her being a bitch in general wasn't enough? God, I love violence. I mean, give a bitchy, power-hungry woman a gun and have her kill someone...not just someone, but Bingo Bob? Come ON. Life does not get more awesome than this.
4. Oh man, Brenda Strong is so right. What would we do without friends? And I'm not even just talking about when you need them to lie to the police so you don't go to prison for killing your ex-husband, although that's definitely a perk. I mean, they're just the best ever, basically. When I was hanging out with illusory_thrill the other day it occurred to me that hanging out with your family all the time doesn't result in nonstop laughter over moronic, awesome things. I mean, my parents would never confuse the University of Indiana logo with a menorah. Nor do they like to mock Nora Dunn's raccoon hat in the course of casual conversation. Family is all fine and groovy, but there's clearly something missing there. I love the irony in that I worship Friends and watch it pretty much all the time and vow to create something that evokes its brilliance and happiness and comfort in tribute to its amazing effect on my life, and yet I've consciously spent a total of five days all summer hanging out with friends. At the beginning I was really enthusiastic about it and all "zomg, we need to hang out forever" and then one of them went to camp and two of them went on vacation and only a few were able to come to my grad party, and after that everything kind of fell apart as I started to enjoy being alone again. But my two best days all summer involved my friends...the first one was earlier this month when my friend Cindy came home from camp and we all hung out at her house and played stupid card games and word games and it was amazingly hilarious and awesome, throwing spoons at each other and dancing in the street, and then a couple of days ago illusory_thrill and I were at Second City stroking pictures of Fred Willard and being amused by the most random, nonexistent shit ever. Like, how could I not want every day of my life to be like that?