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Things everybody on my friends list was doing instead of watching the State of the Union address:

1. Staring at the ceiling.
2. Splicing atoms.
3. Inventing new ways to cook broccoli.
4. Learning Swahili.
5. Masturbating. Which none of you would admit to, using such eloquent coded euphemisms as "watching a rerun I've already seen fifteen times over" and "drinking until the next presidential election comes around." Don't try to argue, you big pervs.

In other news, I like Cassie. Can we keep her? I mean, I'm never too thrilled about we-argue-until-we-fuck fights, but on a purely superficial level, if keeping her around means we can get Dean to strip, I call winners all around. Plus, I just like her generally, and I'm pretty sure that if simpering Meg shows up again, Cassie'll take her pretty pewter goblet and stick it in an uncomfortable place like the weapons-laden spare tire compartment of a black Impala. Besides, there's the newly patented "Dean's got a girlfriend" smirk on Sam. Heh. I think I love that expression.

I also caught the last five minutes of Gilmore Girls on my tape, and ... *dies*

Tonight is a new Project Runway. Which means that by Friday, I'll probably have another Daniel/Andrae or Daniel/Nick or Daniel/whatever-he's-showing-sexual-chemistry-with-this-week story to post. And I'll definitely have to get it done by Friday, because I'm going to the bar with my coworkers on Saturday. Oh, this should be amusing.

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I was at the gym working out, and then I was home, reading Phantom Tollbooth to my son, and then I played Sim City 4 for a while, and then I caught up on LJ, and then I went to bed.

Anything Bush had to say I really didn't want to hear.

I was being Australian, in Australia, with Australian TV.

...OK, I admit it, I was watching West Wing DVDs, but that's not a euphemism for anything but "if the State of the Union had screened here, I would have watched it just to play the drinking game."

I was shopping. For dish soap. And sushi. And the chick on the radio was talking about the State of the Union Drinking Game, but I was not playing, because, hello, driving.

Mmm, I could have had sake with my sushi once I got home. Mmm, sake. Though that stuff is dangerously tasty.

I was playing computer games. And plotting "Supernatural" fic. Both of which, I feel. were infinitely more fun and joy-inducing than watching the SOTU.

Whatever keeps Dean slightly off-balance and liable to strip, and keeps Sam grinning like the ginormous dork your icon names him, is good and should stay. And I loved Dean's reaction in the wake of the truck's vanishment. "He thought it might work?...I'm gonna kill him."

I went to the gym and watched Jeopardy and then I came home and watched it.

But then I downloaded it so I could watch what I missed because I am a big ol' nerd.

I was at work. And even that was more fun than watching the State of the Union address.

I was writing a male/male erotic love scene. And enjoying it :P

I was reading Preacher while taking a nice, looooong bath.

Instead of watching Pod!Dean have sex with a girl he ONLY DATED FOR TWO WEEKS, I was writing porn.

I don't know -- it made more sense to me that he'd sleep with her than that she'd sleep with him at this point. I mean, Dean's a charge-in-guns-blazing kind of guy. He doesn't have months to sit around to get to know a girl before he can sleep with her, and he's not like Sam, whom I can definitely see having that sort of patience. I picture Sam and Jess's relationship spilling out over months as he patiently got to know her before they finally slept together. Dean doesn't sit still long enough for that, literally or figuratively. Considering that he usually leaves whichever town he's in within a few weeks, two weeks for him would have been like six months for Sam. Plus, he's all fire and passion to Sam's calm and reserve. I can totally see him sleeping with her, even now, particularly if she broke his heart and he was still in love with her. (Heck, he's had plenty of time to build their whole relationship up in his head into something bigger.)

What I don't get -- and I liked Cassie just fine -- was why she slept with him. I mean, okay, he's DEAN and who would toss THAT out of bed, but her dad died only a few days ago. Bwuh? (Although as consoling gestures go, that's a doozy.)

And I totally see that, but I personally would've been fine with either a simple fade to black. I didn't want to see hip movement is all. I didn't want that pointless morning after talk (although Dean looked incredbly bored).

I guess what's the most upsetting is, IMO, the bad balance of the A and B plots.

All that matters is that he's done with it and we can go on lusting (it's going to be awhile though until I can watch it again).

Have I mentioned how much better you've made me feel? I appreciate you.

Yeah, I liked Cassie, too, only there was like, zero chemistry between her and Dean, so it all kinda fell flat. But then, naked Dean, so hey, it works for me.

My main thought after the episode was that if Dean dies and Sam keeps the car, Dean's spirit is *so possessing that car and driving Sam insane, with smart-aleck (hehe, get it? oh, I kill myself...) comments and turning any and all music that isn't mullet rock *into mullet rock (like Crowley's car turns everything into Queen) and making Knight Rider jokes. Except, "I swear, Sam, if you call me Kitt, I'm coming after you in your sleep. I can do that now, you know."

Clearly, I've given this far too much thought.

Wait, wait. You mean there are people who don't take the opportunity the State of the Union affords to play the State of the Union Drinking Game?

By "Inventing new ways to cook broccoli" I assume you mean writing pairingfic.