Oh, wow. This place looks great. Oh, I feel like a witch in a magic shop.

Willow ,'Help'


The Minearverse 3: The Network Is a Harsh Mistress  

[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.


Kristen - May 02, 2005 9:59:46 am PDT #6365 of 10001

There is no pink kitchen!

(No matter how much Allyson might wish otherwise.)


Allyson - May 02, 2005 10:02:26 am PDT #6366 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

And you say she has a pink kitchen?

I wish. I got hollered at. "It's not about pink kitchens and fluffy dogs!"

"Blah! BLAH BLAH BLAH!"

I still think when she gets around to painting her place, the kitchen will be pink. And that she'd of course have a big English Mastiff. And his name would be Bill. But he wouldn't have any primordial mysogyny. Because that's DUMB.


Vortex - May 02, 2005 10:13:26 am PDT #6367 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I suspect The Inside will be exactly the kind of show I can't not watch, but exactly the kind of show that will make me curse my weakness during the ensuing 3 a.m. insomniac existential crisisathon.

or the kind of show that you watch because it's so good, but it creeps you out at night so that you can't sleep, ut you can't not watch it.


msbelle - May 02, 2005 10:17:40 am PDT #6368 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

fluffy cats.

I am very excited about it. cannot wait.


Allyson - May 02, 2005 10:20:45 am PDT #6369 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

heh. He had you all at "Hello" in the first place.

I need to go out to the net and recruit. But I'm too lazy.

Hey! LURKERS! You there. Come on out and tell me if you're convinced. You gonna watch? Buy the lunchbox? Why or why not?


Allyson - May 02, 2005 10:24:16 am PDT #6370 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

Maybe only Tim can make the lurkers come out and post.

What a lame superpower.

I wonder if he's foiled by yellow.


DXMachina - May 02, 2005 10:33:44 am PDT #6371 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.

I wonder if he's foiled by yellow.

Wouldn't surprise me. He's already foiled by Fridays.


ellemarie - May 02, 2005 10:34:35 am PDT #6372 of 10001
My tagline and life are a work in progress.

Hey! LURKERS! You there. Come on out and tell me if you're convinced. You gonna watch? Buy the lunchbox? Why or why not?

Heh. Delurking long enough to say that I was a little worried about the creepiness factor (not a big fan of the real-world creepy) but your description of Rebecca as blank slate helped a lot. Of course, Tim had me at hello, too. At least for the first few episodes. But now I'm thinking it might last longer than that.

So your descriptions do help, not just confuse. (And when they do confuse, it's in that intriguing "I gotta wait how long to see what she means?" way.)


msbelle - May 02, 2005 10:36:06 am PDT #6373 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

LOOK how powerful Allyson is. I'm akeered.

I think the first super bady mind-controlly character should be named Allyson or Ruby. ijs.


lwa - May 02, 2005 10:51:33 am PDT #6374 of 10001

De-lurking to say--I was sold at Tim Minear, F.B.I. and serial killers. I'm a huge mystery fan and I am fascinated by psychology, but the cast and the descriptions that I keep reading are making me more anxious for this show to hurry up and air already.

Also saying, "Home" was the only hour of television to make me want to crawl out of my own skin--but it was the good kind of creepy and disturbing. The watch-from-the-hall-with-all-the-lights-on-while-peeking-through-your-fingers kind.