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Aug. 25th, 2005 09:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosA link to all of the R. Tam sessions for anybody who's missed them. It's so creepy, seeing that progression of her from this sweet girl into the batshit crazy girl we're used to. And that last line in the first session absolutely kills me, it's so heartbreaking.
Also, according to Watch With Kristin, the first episode features a paternity test for Gabrielle's baby, but they won't know who's the daddy for a while. It makes me wonder just how long after the season finale the season opener is going to be, because you can do a paternity test in utero, but from what I can tell, it might be harmful to the baby and as selfish as Gabrielle can be, I doubt she'd go that far.
Hell, it'd probably be more in character if she denied it because it involves an amnio and she'd flip about them shoving a big needle into her stomach if they didn't have to. Then again, if she were ordered to see which one of them was the father this early, she'd have to.
Oh, hell, I want my cheesy, stupid show back.
And remember that meme where your fandoms are compared to members of the opposite sex? So, this is what I've realized:
-- Lost is that guy I can't decide whether I love or I hate. All we do is fight. I've been known to throw things at his head. He's been known to call me names and laugh at me for being stupid. We spend half of our time scowling at one another across the kitchen table, and I keep telling my friends that I will break up with him in a heartbeat if he keeps pulling this stupid immature shit. Meanwhile, the makeup sex? Is phenomenal. Hence, why I haven't broken up with him yet.
-- Doctor Who is that spastic British exchange student that I love having around. He's not big on having sex with me, which isn't surprising considering he'd much rather come over to my place, toss me over his shoulder, and drag me off to someplace I've never been before. He enjoys leaving me breathless and smiling, though not in that way, and I enjoy it also even though I definitely won't mind the day he shows up and does it in that way.
-- Buffy the Vampire Slayer is that old boyfriend that I see occasionally at parties. He's not a bad guy in general, he just tends to make a bad impression right at the end of a conversation. And then he walks away to get a beer or something, and one of my friends turns to me and says, "He's kind of hot. Do you think I should ask him out?" And I say, "Sure, what the hell? Just, you know, be prepared for some heartache, but it'll be worth it."
-- The 4400 is that guy who's really cute but a little weird in a way that turns most people off. And he doesn't go out much, so a lot of people don't get a chance to meet him. But every weekend I go over to his house and play vintage Nintendo games, and we eat a lot of Cheetos and Pepsi and make bad jokes. And every time I come out of it feeling better and wishing he had more friends, even though I'm perfectly content to be one of the few people he hangs out with.
-- Veronica Mars is that really popular, really cute guy I have a huge crush on. I wish he'd notice me, or kiss me, or just generally fuck me senseless against the nearest wall, but I don't care whether it reaches that point because everything he does and everything he says is awesome. And it's not me having this blinding crush on him that makes him like that, he just is.
-- Arrested Development is that snarky, adorably geeky guy with a great sense of humor whom I adore. I would totally date him, except I'm too busy having wild hanging-from-the-ceiling orgies with him and the few people lucky enough to join in with us.
-- X-Men movieverse is my gay best friend that I hang out with all the time because I adore him to pieces but pretend to date in public every once in a while to make all of my other fandoms jealous.
-- Desperate Housewives is the fuckbuddy who comes over once a week and screws me out of my goddamn mind. And I know he's an asshole, and my friends keep telling me to break up with him because he's everybody's fuckbuddy, but I really don't care (okay, so maybe I feel a little guilty). Once again, though, the sex is AMAZING.
-- Firefly is that ex-boyfriend that I still hang out with. He's always fun, very sweet, and always up for an adventure. I have a really bad habit (or a really good habit, you could say) of trying to hook him up with my friends. "Oh, he's terrific," I say. "But you broke up with him," my friends will point out, and I'll just shrug and say, "We just had a few tiny problems that we just couldn't get past, but see, you have to date him because he makes for a FABULOUS ex-boyfriend."
-- The Terminator movies are that steady boyfriend of mine who keeps getting fucking arrested. He starts fires and blows things up and keeps getting these stupid tattoos he's really going to regret, and yet I don't seem to care. Something about the fact that he's the most destructive son of a bitch I've ever met is actually kind of endearing. Don't ask me to explain it.
-- Highlander is the ex-boyfriend that I barely ever see anymore. I pass him on the street every once in a while, and sometimes I hear from other people about something good that's happened for him. I'm always happy for him when he gets lucky and feel sad for him when tragedy strikes, but I just don't feel close enough to call or send cards anymore.
-- Jake 2.0 is that slightly cute geek who stands in the corner of every party I go to and drinks his beer while quietly waiting for the world to come to him. And every time I see him at a party, I race over with a big smile and hug him and ask him a million questions about what he's doing and why he had to move away. Then when my friends ask me why I'd hang out with that loser, I have no qualms about saying, "Because he's honestly one of the best fucks I've ever had."
Also, according to Watch With Kristin, the first episode features a paternity test for Gabrielle's baby, but they won't know who's the daddy for a while. It makes me wonder just how long after the season finale the season opener is going to be, because you can do a paternity test in utero, but from what I can tell, it might be harmful to the baby and as selfish as Gabrielle can be, I doubt she'd go that far.
Hell, it'd probably be more in character if she denied it because it involves an amnio and she'd flip about them shoving a big needle into her stomach if they didn't have to. Then again, if she were ordered to see which one of them was the father this early, she'd have to.
Oh, hell, I want my cheesy, stupid show back.
And remember that meme where your fandoms are compared to members of the opposite sex? So, this is what I've realized:
-- Lost is that guy I can't decide whether I love or I hate. All we do is fight. I've been known to throw things at his head. He's been known to call me names and laugh at me for being stupid. We spend half of our time scowling at one another across the kitchen table, and I keep telling my friends that I will break up with him in a heartbeat if he keeps pulling this stupid immature shit. Meanwhile, the makeup sex? Is phenomenal. Hence, why I haven't broken up with him yet.
-- Doctor Who is that spastic British exchange student that I love having around. He's not big on having sex with me, which isn't surprising considering he'd much rather come over to my place, toss me over his shoulder, and drag me off to someplace I've never been before. He enjoys leaving me breathless and smiling, though not in that way, and I enjoy it also even though I definitely won't mind the day he shows up and does it in that way.
-- Buffy the Vampire Slayer is that old boyfriend that I see occasionally at parties. He's not a bad guy in general, he just tends to make a bad impression right at the end of a conversation. And then he walks away to get a beer or something, and one of my friends turns to me and says, "He's kind of hot. Do you think I should ask him out?" And I say, "Sure, what the hell? Just, you know, be prepared for some heartache, but it'll be worth it."
-- The 4400 is that guy who's really cute but a little weird in a way that turns most people off. And he doesn't go out much, so a lot of people don't get a chance to meet him. But every weekend I go over to his house and play vintage Nintendo games, and we eat a lot of Cheetos and Pepsi and make bad jokes. And every time I come out of it feeling better and wishing he had more friends, even though I'm perfectly content to be one of the few people he hangs out with.
-- Veronica Mars is that really popular, really cute guy I have a huge crush on. I wish he'd notice me, or kiss me, or just generally fuck me senseless against the nearest wall, but I don't care whether it reaches that point because everything he does and everything he says is awesome. And it's not me having this blinding crush on him that makes him like that, he just is.
-- Arrested Development is that snarky, adorably geeky guy with a great sense of humor whom I adore. I would totally date him, except I'm too busy having wild hanging-from-the-ceiling orgies with him and the few people lucky enough to join in with us.
-- X-Men movieverse is my gay best friend that I hang out with all the time because I adore him to pieces but pretend to date in public every once in a while to make all of my other fandoms jealous.
-- Desperate Housewives is the fuckbuddy who comes over once a week and screws me out of my goddamn mind. And I know he's an asshole, and my friends keep telling me to break up with him because he's everybody's fuckbuddy, but I really don't care (okay, so maybe I feel a little guilty). Once again, though, the sex is AMAZING.
-- Firefly is that ex-boyfriend that I still hang out with. He's always fun, very sweet, and always up for an adventure. I have a really bad habit (or a really good habit, you could say) of trying to hook him up with my friends. "Oh, he's terrific," I say. "But you broke up with him," my friends will point out, and I'll just shrug and say, "We just had a few tiny problems that we just couldn't get past, but see, you have to date him because he makes for a FABULOUS ex-boyfriend."
-- The Terminator movies are that steady boyfriend of mine who keeps getting fucking arrested. He starts fires and blows things up and keeps getting these stupid tattoos he's really going to regret, and yet I don't seem to care. Something about the fact that he's the most destructive son of a bitch I've ever met is actually kind of endearing. Don't ask me to explain it.
-- Highlander is the ex-boyfriend that I barely ever see anymore. I pass him on the street every once in a while, and sometimes I hear from other people about something good that's happened for him. I'm always happy for him when he gets lucky and feel sad for him when tragedy strikes, but I just don't feel close enough to call or send cards anymore.
-- Jake 2.0 is that slightly cute geek who stands in the corner of every party I go to and drinks his beer while quietly waiting for the world to come to him. And every time I see him at a party, I race over with a big smile and hug him and ask him a million questions about what he's doing and why he had to move away. Then when my friends ask me why I'd hang out with that loser, I have no qualms about saying, "Because he's honestly one of the best fucks I've ever had."
