I just spoiled myself epically for last night's Mad Men season finale.

O_O.

( This is all I have to say on the matter for now: )

Things there should be a word for, part eleventy million and one: a word or cultural reference that's glaringly out-of-place in a story set in an entirely different world. Like "anachronism," only trickier to pin down. (N.B. if there is a word for this, and you know it, I will be forever in your debt.)

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Argh. The achiness and vague chest-tightness I'd thought was a sign of impending Martian Death Cold has resolved itself into some sort of muscle pain or cramp high up on my back, although I didn't quite realize that until I woke up this morning and nearly cried when I tried to turn over. Ow, ow, ow. I have no idea what I've done to myself; probably ( Read more... )

Things what I am happy about right now:

1. Mad Men, omg. I am in love. Forget the acting and the writing and the characters -- I just can't stop looking at it. I am a complete whore for a 50s design aesthetic (once sat all the way through Mona Lisa Smile, despite my deep-rooted loathing of sensitive coming-of-age stories about inspiring teachers, ( Read more... )