Pretty cool except for the part where I was really terrified and now my knees are all dizzy.

Willow ,'Never Leave Me'


Boxed Set, Vol. II: "It's a Cookbook...A Cookbook!!"  

A topic for the discussion of Farscape, Smallville, and Due South. Beware possible invasions of Stargate, Highlander, or pretty much any other "genre" show that captures our fancy. Expect Adult Content and discussion of the Big Gay Sex.

Whitefont all unaired in the U.S. ep discussion, identifying it as such, and including the show and ep title in blackfont.

Blackfont is allowed after the show has aired on the east coast.

This is NOT a general TV discussion thread.


JenP - May 09, 2006 7:04:42 am PDT #8567 of 10001

Things that make you go, "Eeeeeeeee!" indeed.

ETA: That was in response to Callis' comments, though the FCM scenario, with which I agree, could get the same response.


Vonnie K - May 09, 2006 7:09:02 am PDT #8568 of 10001
Kiss me, my girl, before I'm sick.

I would C Bauer and F SpyDaddy, since any kind of romantic contact with Jack Bauer = 75% mortality rate.

I would, of course, marry Jack O'Neill.

Of all the fannish Jacks, Captain Jack from DW would probably be the funnest and least complicated character for F in the FCM game.


§ ita § - May 09, 2006 7:10:30 am PDT #8569 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Cap'n Jack is a definite F. I think if you F Bauer it has to be angsty and hurried and you never see each other again because it would just be too much, plus it's the worst day of his life. Again.

Sounds within my capability.


Nutty - May 09, 2006 7:12:24 am PDT #8570 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

I chuck Bauer. Who knows who might come after me for even giving him the time of day?? But I'm not sure I was either Bristow or O'Neill. They're both parental-age for me, which isn't always a dealbreaker, but.

a lot of people who thought the show was too grim

You know, I remember saying this when I saw the miniseries, but I think it's also true of the series: it's not grim, it's grim-lite. A really grim story would dwell on horrors, develop their inevitability and their ramifications. But BSG brings them up and then doesn't follow through. Like getting the nasty initial thrill without having to pay for it.


§ ita § - May 09, 2006 7:14:21 am PDT #8571 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I think the lack of respite makes it properly grim. Sure, it could be grimmer, but that's what The Sopranos is for. It's an uncomplicated grim, since they don't follow through on the potential complications. But my semantics dub it grim.


Vonnie K - May 09, 2006 7:17:38 am PDT #8572 of 10001
Kiss me, my girl, before I'm sick.

Yeah on angsty and hurried and never seeing each other again, but the never-seeing part would be because you'd be on the run from the terrorists who are after Jack before you could put your underpants back on, AND end up getting shot in the back as Jack tried to lift you to the helicopter, and there you would be, bleeding into the asphalt with your panties around the ankles. The sex would be hot (if hurried) to be sure, but I'd say thanks, but no thanks.


§ ita § - May 09, 2006 7:21:20 am PDT #8573 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Shut up! There are still two women around that slept with him.

Plus, I'd have my own gun, and I'd shoot with no panties on. Because I'm hard core like that.


sumi - May 09, 2006 7:24:22 am PDT #8574 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!

ita -- the day is not over. (And really, he wasn't even being "Jack" when he was with that woman at the beginning of Day Five.)


Vonnie K - May 09, 2006 7:26:07 am PDT #8575 of 10001
Kiss me, my girl, before I'm sick.

Shut up! There are still two women around that slept with him.

Hey, the season is still young.

Also, your Indian name from now on will be Shoots Without Panties On.


§ ita § - May 09, 2006 7:26:53 am PDT #8576 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Deep down inside, he was still Jack. You can't stop the Jack. You can only hope to obscure it for a while.

And, yeah, I figure one of them will bite it by the end. Two would make me laugh hysterically.

Ah, well. I'd just make sure I'd had many happy years with O'Neill first.

eta:

your Indian name from now on will be Shoots Without Panties On.

It could have been worse, I suppose.