It's Monday morning. Fight it with cookies. DARK SIDE COOKIES.


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Let's start with the positive, because GoD only knows there isn't much of it. The actors on this show are damned fabulous. Generally, they're given crap to work with and they still act their asses off-- particularly Robert Carlyle and, lately, Barbara Hershey and Rose McGowan. Then there's Jane Espenson, fantastic writer. Between her and the actors ( Read more... )

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Virtuously, I rolled out of bed at quarter to noon yesterday morning and set about making guacamole.

...what? Sunday's my day off, okay. Besides, I was reading Keturah and Lord Death, and I was very much invested in reaching through the pages, shaking Keturah's shoulders, and making her realize she was in love with a certain anthropomorphic ( Read more... )

Recently, I was watching an episode of Once Upon a Time, which meant I was doing a good impression of a potentially disturbed person by cursing at my television, pausing the DVR to hold my head in my hands, and striding around angrily at opportune moments when the characters were particularly stupid. There may even have been wild gesticulations ( Read more... )