( here be spoilers )

( spoilers )

Friday I watched BSG, and enjoyed it way more than I probably should've, given that the Scar storyline bugged me, the Kat stuff bugged me, and the Anders stuff bugged me. Apparently, I will endure inordinate amounts of eye-rolling for almost!sex between hot pilots.

Saturday I saw Gladys Knight perform at a benefit concert; she may be sixty-ish, ( Read more... )

I had "Oprah" on the other day, just in the background while I was cooking. Whole months go by when I don't even think about Oprah, but I was curious about the James Frey thing, so I switched it on. She was doing a story about a college student who'd committed suicide and then an interview with the girl's family, who had no idea she was even ( Read more... )

Well, my lackadaisical attitude toward spoilers - neither shunning nor pursuing - has come back to bite me on the ass. I spoiled myself but good for a doozy and no amount of humming "The Brady Bunch" or reading trashy novels (my preferred methods for tricking my brain into forgetting details) will get it out of there.

I'm two-thirds of the way ( Read more... )

Okay, perhaps not consumption or bubonic plague, but Martian Death Flu at the very least. I feel ugh. And when feeling ugh, what better way to pass the time than by watching movies and posting incoherent reactions? (spoilers follow)

( Brokeback Mountain )

Jesus. And for this they canceled Farscape?

I'm excited about BSG tonight, if only because I'm a sucker for a cliffhanger. Oh, okay, and for steely Adama and angsty Tyrol and sensitive Baltar and Lee and Kara all the time. However, I'm less excited than I would be normally, since I seem to have contracted bubonic plague. Or possibly consumption. ( Read more... )

This year, I resolve to (in no particular order ( Read more... )

I'm back! And I didn't die in a huge firey ball of death! Yay!

Happy frickin' New Year!

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