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Jul. 25th, 2009 03:01 pmI was just outside tying up my tomato plant (it's gotten a little top heavy for the pot) only to be creeped out for a moment by its spreading branches. I love plants, but sometimes I find them enormously disturbing, like they're going to latch on to me and drain the essence from my body, or something.
I think I dreamed about Twilight last night, which is kind of lolarious seeing as I have neither seen the movie or read the book. I blame fannish osmosis for that one.
So, apparently, Russel T. Davies not only watches Supernatural but ships Sam/Dean. *cracks the fuck up* I KNEW that he wanted Jack Harkness to be Dean Winchester! I fucking KNEW IT! The entire time I watched series one I was all 'Man, all of this Jack angst would be more effective if John Barrowman was anywhere near the actor Jensen Ackles is' and now my snottiness has been vindicated!!!!
*snickers* I <3 John Barrowman something awful but, seriously, he's too much of a stage actor to be entirely effective as an angsty male lead. But then, I much prefer Jack Harkness as he was on Doctor Who and generally was on Torchwood. There were times when his manpain felt a little pastede on yay! But, you know, YMMV.
Speaking of Torchwood, I haven't watched the latest series yet and I'm not entirely sure if I ever will. The reactions I've seen are deeply reminiscent of the reactions to the BSG finale and, well, we'll see what happens. However, those reactions have reminded me of reconciliatory thoughts I've had re: the SPN season four finale, so I think I'll talk about that right now.
( In Communist Russia You Spoil the Spoilers )
As in all things, YMMV.
ION: I think I've successfully driven off the most annoying bluejay on the face of the planet. It would sit outside my window and caw from around 4 o'clock in the morning until the middle of the afternoon. It was also enormously fat. It was so fat that it couldn't even fly, it would just kind of flutter a few feet and then waddle across the parking lot. While all of its birdy friends were in the pine tree raising a ruckus it could only hop around on the ground and drive me crazy demanding that I spread more flower seed for it to eat. I spread that seed to grow flowers, not to feed some bird.
Stupid bird. But its not the bluejay's fault that I'm not that fond of birds to begin with. They can be fun to watch at times but a fan of them I definitely am not.
Blah blah blah there you go.
I think I dreamed about Twilight last night, which is kind of lolarious seeing as I have neither seen the movie or read the book. I blame fannish osmosis for that one.
So, apparently, Russel T. Davies not only watches Supernatural but ships Sam/Dean. *cracks the fuck up* I KNEW that he wanted Jack Harkness to be Dean Winchester! I fucking KNEW IT! The entire time I watched series one I was all 'Man, all of this Jack angst would be more effective if John Barrowman was anywhere near the actor Jensen Ackles is' and now my snottiness has been vindicated!!!!
*snickers* I <3 John Barrowman something awful but, seriously, he's too much of a stage actor to be entirely effective as an angsty male lead. But then, I much prefer Jack Harkness as he was on Doctor Who and generally was on Torchwood. There were times when his manpain felt a little pastede on yay! But, you know, YMMV.
Speaking of Torchwood, I haven't watched the latest series yet and I'm not entirely sure if I ever will. The reactions I've seen are deeply reminiscent of the reactions to the BSG finale and, well, we'll see what happens. However, those reactions have reminded me of reconciliatory thoughts I've had re: the SPN season four finale, so I think I'll talk about that right now.
( In Communist Russia You Spoil the Spoilers )
As in all things, YMMV.
ION: I think I've successfully driven off the most annoying bluejay on the face of the planet. It would sit outside my window and caw from around 4 o'clock in the morning until the middle of the afternoon. It was also enormously fat. It was so fat that it couldn't even fly, it would just kind of flutter a few feet and then waddle across the parking lot. While all of its birdy friends were in the pine tree raising a ruckus it could only hop around on the ground and drive me crazy demanding that I spread more flower seed for it to eat. I spread that seed to grow flowers, not to feed some bird.
Stupid bird. But its not the bluejay's fault that I'm not that fond of birds to begin with. They can be fun to watch at times but a fan of them I definitely am not.
Blah blah blah there you go.
