Just thinking

I hate stupid television. Let me qualify that: I hate Television, period.

I watched Numb3rs for the first time last Friday. David Krumhlz is adorable, and those curls! Not to mention the whole John Glover guest star thing. I don't think I'm going to take it up as a regular show.

It irks me to have figured out the whole thing before the cops did. I figured out why the women had been killed a whole commercial break before the characters did.

This bugged me about the "Damok and Gilad at Tenagra" episode of ST:TNG. I figured out they were speaking mytho-poetically by the second act. It took the crew until the fourth.

Anyone else have this problem? The whole "Come on, you slowpokes! The answer is patently obvious!" moment, 5 to 15 minutes before the characters?

I guess I'm used to stuff like 24, with long arcs, rather than neatly-wrapped-in-an-hour dramas.


Also, I got an anonymous flame on The Pit. Someone please explain this to me:

I kinda like this story. I actually haven't read your Indiana Jones story and I
want to say:DON'T EVER RUIN THE IJ SECTION WITH SLASH YOU BUTCH LESBIAN!

It was for "Benefits of a Classical Education" which is Henry/Marcus quoting poetry at each other.
Please, someone explain to me how writing two old geezers have aural romance makes me a butch lesbian?
I'm a butch Earth Mother, but love men much too much to commit to being a lesbian.

I decided to just turn off my anonymous reviews. Keeps those without the courage of their convictions from hassling me.


Just sulking around. Mudd's really sick, taking his second day off work. And I think I'm coming down with it.

No, no, no

I am NOT making a SV vid to ANY John Schneider song.

I am especially NOT making a Clark/Lex, Lex PoV, slash vid to "I've been around enough to know."
*headdesk* *headdesk*
More, I will not add Lionel/Jonatahn rivalry slash undertones to it.


*whimper*
I want the bad crack my muses are smoking...
(Or even the good weed Zach is smoking and Adrien is drinking out of his blood.)

Really, really weird dream

You ever have those?

The one where you're in the ice-cream parlor in Costa Rica and all you want is a scoop of chocolate-peppermint swirl?

But to get it, you have to fill out more forms than taking out a student loan and getting a divorce and buying a house all at the same time? And then the secret police come in to arrest you, but you refuse to leave without your ice cream.

And it turns out the paperwork has gotten you a Costa Rican drivers license and checkking account, but the clerk has deliberately unplugged freezer, and the secret police are getting really antsy, but you aren't going until she manages to get you your lousy ice cream? Then you leave, license, checkbook and ice cream to be questioned by the secret police.

Yeah, me too.


Rereading "Taste of Darkness." Those boys are hot, Hot. HOT like a hot thing on an asphalt sidewalk in the middle of August.

BTW: Anyone know where the GOOD neighborhoods in Boston are?