Jul 03, 2007 14:13
Bah.
Amy Acker and my pregnancy hormones just banded together to make me cry.
In my continuing pursuit of sanity while being restricted to sitting with my legs up (far, far away from my beloved computer), I have been watching Angel and I just got to "Fredless" in S3.
"I didn't mean to get so lost."
*sob* *sobsobsob*
You know, it's too too easy to remember Fred as the quirky, somewhat insane Taco-girl, but watching these episodes, when she finally starts dealing with the Pylea crap... my god, Amy Acker actually acted back then. You know, back in the early days before the Joss Whedon, Dravid Greenwalt & co School of Overdone Bad Acting got hold of her.
I start too many sentences with 'you know'. I should stop that.
I'm going back to my Savoy bikkies and cream cheese to watch Angel Investigations, Fred and the Burkles destroy a Durklar beast...
ps. Ante-natal classes start tonight... woooo.
james,
angel