My nuclear option is to quote this t-shirt I loved when I was 15 and definitely not annoying to hang out with: “I hope everything you ever love dies in your arms.” If you say the whole thing at someone’s face, they will stop trying to hug you.
Upvoting grumpy beach-hating vampirism because those are my people
My first phd application is due Tuesday. Thanksgiving = WHY ARE THE LIBRARIES CLOSING? NOOOO
I’m going home anyway because it’s also my stepmother’s birthday and Hanukkah, so it’s going to be reaaaalllly fun as they all realize I’ve been a neurotic monster who shouldn’t be spoken to for the last couple weeks and just keep getting better every day. AT LEAST THERE’LL BE PIE.
This episode actually felt excessively Vampire Diaries-y to me: Elena Gilbert/Lena Gilbert, spooky witch haunted house basement, the Bonnie visions. It almost seemed intentional?
Not that I’m admitting to regularly hate-watching the Vampire Diaries (and now the Originals), or anything.
I’ve never had a corn dog.
It’s not even just an issue with how awkwardly phallic they are. Hotdogs exist to put ketchup inside me, cornbread exists because the south??, and never the twain shall meet.
I’d say that it’s a shame he didn’t propose immediately afterwards, but I guess there really weren’t enough other people around.
it should not be physically possible to get a migraine while you have painful shingles. and it should be impossible to fall ill in the last couple of weeks before phd applications are due.
and yet, that’s how my day was.
very excited about this dark quiet room i’m in, though.
He’d be hot if he weren’t himself. Bodyswap?
Orlando Jones really pulls off tense solo macho shooting/getting shot at scenes. I love that they give him the “why is this happening?” and “ugh, shooting stuff is annoying” reaction shots because they perfectly mirror my entire experience of this show.
I also like that the characters are coalescing into a democratic scooby gang after we were sold on a dynamic duo. “Surprise, even more complex social dynamics!”
And peeing, at least in the X-Men franchises.
That’s rough! Good luck(?) !
Sorry, I can’t find my head because two sexy Biblical witnesses made a bunch of decay lantern heads and despite my obvious magical power (and the lack of eyeballs in my headless body, which raises some other questions), I don’t seem to have a mechanism for sensing which one is real. No trailers for me.
And yet, still better than Twilight engagement photos.
I’m lecturing regularly for the first time this semester. Today I finally got around to doing a thing on confronting one’s own racism/not being a jerk with a very large, diverse class of underclassmen.
It went well! They were honest and pretty thoughtful and respectful and pretty excited. I’m especially proud that when That One White Guy who inevitably claims he’s not racist in the first five minutes of my presentation claimed he wasn’t racist, I made a damning joke at his expense that didn’t embarrass him or make him mad.
congratulations, you don’t have to plan a wedding anymore! those horses are terrifying.
happy birth to the both of you!
Right now my favorite thing about this show is Abbie’s hair. It was awkward in the first episodes in ways that made it fold/curl in funny angles, but i’s gotten incrementally better every episode. Now it looks as pretty as the rest of her face/person. Presumably it (the hair)/she (Abbie) will reach a singularity of attractiveness by the end of the season.
Having crushed hard on Winona and Christian Bale from childhood onwards, the turning point came when I drunk-watched LW in college and realized Gabriel Byrne was almost intolerably attractive. See also: Giles, although none of the younger Buffy characters ever did much for me.
I didn’t believe Amy was anything other than a pity-marry until I saw her in later years, when she does make more sense as Laurie’s grown-up partner. I find it easier to believe in the wholesome, healthy sex lives of Amy/Laurie and Jo/Mr Bhaer, too – Jo/Laurie would have to be pretty kinky. Laurie definitely wears the corset in that relationship. (AHH, I bet there is the creepiest fan fic about this.)
The spoiler of Mr. Brooke still makes me sad to think about, though.
I think this gif is the best date I’ve ever been on.
He was in a play and wanted me to see it on our date (1st date), so I dropped him off at the stage door, but then had an hour until the show actually started. I went by the tattoo shop I frequented in those days and hung out with the much more attractive dude who had been stretching my ears for me. “I’m on a date,” I explained, by myself on a Friday night.
The play was so, so bad that I’ve blocked it from my memory.
We went back to his apartment and played scrabble and I had to try really hard to not use any sexually suggestive words. It took me forever to take my turn because I kept getting “wet” or “hard” or whatever.
When I finally gave up and said I wanted to go, he called me a car and got offended when I called it a “cab” like I didn’t understand the finer things in life. Then he asked if I wanted to make out until the car arrived.
something something “glad tidings”
Thanks for asking! I just found the perfect way to end this perfect day: stepping on some glass.
And now I’ve learned that there is something more depressing than being named after the Twilight baby: being named after a misspelling of the Twilight baby.
Happy Friday, everyone!
I’m roasting vegetables and cleaning my apartment and listening to the Buffy musical to celebrate the end of two really rough weeks (how am I even single???). I hope you’re all doing your (much cooler) equivalents!