And then Dean and Sam adopt a puppy and move to Cleveland to grow tulips.

[apocalypsos]

So there's rumblings going around about a sixth season of SPN being very possible.

I'm actually more into it after sleeping on it than I was when I went to bed yesterday. It's only one more season, not five more. And maybe it's just because I'm knee-deep in editing hell myself, but when I'm staring at a show that only has ten more episodes or so to tie up the freaking apocalypse, I can totally see where Kripke and company could say, "Yeah, you know what? Those five seasons I had planned out? I might need to stretch it out a little longer," because God knows I've been in that boat lately.

I love my ridiculously and continually flawed yet occasionally brilliant cheese-fest. If they're going to give me another season of the world ending, my apocalypse fetish and I are certainly not going to complain. And they can keep throwing angel mythology and fourth-wall-breakage at me until I'm blue in the face.

*

I really hope I feel better by tomorrow, seriously. My throat's still awful no matter how many remedies I throw at it, and trying to get to bed last night was a total hassle because there were moments I honestly could not breathe, not even a little bit.

And for added fun, I still have a billion writing-type things to do today. And if I don't do them, I'm going to be kicking myself tomorrow if I get better and THAT'S when I have to do them.

Also, I really wish I had my new netbook adapter already, because while my laptop has been very well-behaved the last few days, it also has a tendency to blue-screen on me and while it hasn't done it yet I'm constantly on edge that it will. Plus, it has no wireless so I'm crammed onto the TV stand in the living room with the flatscreen because the internet cable only goes so far.

Urgh. Can't ignore editing, agent-shaped person will eat me.

*toddles off to grab drinks, snacks and red pens*

Comments

[chris-walsh.livejournal.com]

And they can keep throwing angel mythology and fourth-wall-breakage at me until I'm blue in the face.

I want to add "they can keep throwing Becky at me until I'm blue in the face," but I've kind of already said that. :-)

And then Dean and Sam adopt a puppy and move to Cleveland to grow tulips.

This makes me imagine Sam and Dean being in the rejected ending of the film version of Little Shop of Horrors. "And began what they came here to do/ Which was essentially to...EAT CLEVELAND! AND DES MOINES! AND PEORIA! AND NEW YORK! AND WHERE YOU LIVE!" (Ever see that ending?)

Feel better!

[mistyzeo.livejournal.com]

Agreed! I love SPN to death, shenanigans and everything. I'd love another season, if only to satisfy my craving for the WInchesters doing nothing more than standing around angsting at each other. That would be enough for me. =D

Feel better!

[dmlpacker.livejournal.com]

I've been on the fence since I've heard about the potential sixth season. On the one hand, I love my boys and want to look at their pretty faces forever. On the other, I'd like for the show to end on a high note. *indecision*