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Chaos: ...and I want Parker to dress up as Starbuck from Battlestar Galactica.
Hardison: Not happening.
Chaos: I'll accept Sophie as Counselor Troi.
Hardison: That is so wrong on so many levels.
OMG IT SO IS. At least he wasn't asking for Beverly Crusher.
Also, I kinda adore that Parker's thief-dad Archie called her his daughter. And that Hardison keeps calling him "Sir." N'awww. (Oh, oh, oh! Parker! "I do care." "How does that make you feel?" "Weird. But I think I'm getting used to it." Oh, Parker.)
Chaos & Elliot's twin--Clint or Quint?--are not nearly as awesome as Hardison & Elliot, but jumping into the water was quite nice.
I sort of cheated doing that page-45-nearest-book-love-life meme because I happen to have a couple books of poetry on my desk at all times. But I think the cheating backfired, because the Anne Sexton book starts with "These are the snapshots of marriage, stopped in places" and the Carl Sandburg book starts with, "Cram their insides till they waddle on short legs," and, um, yeah, that wasn't really necessary.
I saw Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy this weekend. Smiley was, for a main character, almost a non-entity; I suppose in part because he was so focused on the other characters and finding the mole, and the movie was so plot-driven.
Also, randomly: I enjoy the '70s so much more when they've been re-invented from a modern perspective.