I was fine, I swear.
Feb. 23rd, 2007 02:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosI didn't cry during everybody acting the shit out of trying to save Meredith. Hell, I didn't even cry when Meredith woke up and Cristina finally got to tell her that she's marrying Burke, which I was happy about for once just because Cristina was so happy she could tell Meredith. I was fine.
Up until Denny and Izzie brushed against each other in the hall.
Goddamn it, I don't even LIKE Izzie right now.
*sobs*
Would somebody give that bastard his own damn TV show? And maybe NOT kill him off this time? Just a thought. Maybe a TV show creator could realize he's hot and growly and entertaining and yummy BEFORE they bump him off. He and Kyle Chandler could have a buddy comedy! They could snark at one another and be generally sexy and funny, even if we have to clone Kyle to do it so he can be on Friday Night Lights, too.
Meredith's death stuff was very well acted, though, I'll give it that. There wasn't a lot of tension over whether or not she'd bite it for real, which would have been nice, and I could have done without the bit about her having to come back so that Derek doesn't become a pessimist, but it was good. You know what I think I would have preferred, though? If they'd done it more in real time and less all over the damn place. You know, like the live ER episode. I'm not saying they should have done it live, but then it would have been without them still working on Meredith seventeen hours later which made me hope she'd wake up with brains like tapioca. (Well, come ON.) Not to mention it would have eliminated Cristina running around Seattle going to the 99-cent store and drinking at the bar and going to the petting zoo and riding a roller coaster and visiting a strip club and eating her weight in hot dogs and buying a puppy and the rest of the five million things she was able to do while Meredith was off dying.
Ahem.
Boy, Alex and the squishy one-night stand he knocked up were sure cute together, huh? (What? I'm sure you have your outrageously wrong fandom theories, too.)
And thank God for George, who said EXACTLY what I was thinking to Izzie when he said that if he isn't making a mistake she's going to look stupid and if he is he's going to need her. If they're at their fifty-year wedding anniversary smiling and laughing and Izzie's sitting there steaming she's going to look like a grade-A moron. And if you've just broken up with the girl you married in Vegas would you really want to sit next to someone who you just know is thinking, "HA! I told you so!"?
Addison and McSteamy's dare made me giggle, if only because I expected him to walk into the very next scene, slam down ten bucks on a table, and say, "I'm out." Heh.
Up until Denny and Izzie brushed against each other in the hall.
Goddamn it, I don't even LIKE Izzie right now.
*sobs*
Would somebody give that bastard his own damn TV show? And maybe NOT kill him off this time? Just a thought. Maybe a TV show creator could realize he's hot and growly and entertaining and yummy BEFORE they bump him off. He and Kyle Chandler could have a buddy comedy! They could snark at one another and be generally sexy and funny, even if we have to clone Kyle to do it so he can be on Friday Night Lights, too.
Meredith's death stuff was very well acted, though, I'll give it that. There wasn't a lot of tension over whether or not she'd bite it for real, which would have been nice, and I could have done without the bit about her having to come back so that Derek doesn't become a pessimist, but it was good. You know what I think I would have preferred, though? If they'd done it more in real time and less all over the damn place. You know, like the live ER episode. I'm not saying they should have done it live, but then it would have been without them still working on Meredith seventeen hours later which made me hope she'd wake up with brains like tapioca. (Well, come ON.) Not to mention it would have eliminated Cristina running around Seattle going to the 99-cent store and drinking at the bar and going to the petting zoo and riding a roller coaster and visiting a strip club and eating her weight in hot dogs and buying a puppy and the rest of the five million things she was able to do while Meredith was off dying.
Ahem.
Boy, Alex and the squishy one-night stand he knocked up were sure cute together, huh? (What? I'm sure you have your outrageously wrong fandom theories, too.)
And thank God for George, who said EXACTLY what I was thinking to Izzie when he said that if he isn't making a mistake she's going to look stupid and if he is he's going to need her. If they're at their fifty-year wedding anniversary smiling and laughing and Izzie's sitting there steaming she's going to look like a grade-A moron. And if you've just broken up with the girl you married in Vegas would you really want to sit next to someone who you just know is thinking, "HA! I told you so!"?
Addison and McSteamy's dare made me giggle, if only because I expected him to walk into the very next scene, slam down ten bucks on a table, and say, "I'm out." Heh.
