The house. It's S.A.R.A.H.
(I can't recall what the acronym stands for.)
I'm sad that they're not repeating Eureka on USA tomorrow. I told some friends (who are scifi-less) that they were because they did last week.
Willow: Yes. Hi. You must be Angel's handsome, yet androgynous, son. Connor: It's Connor. Willow: And the sneer's genetic. Who knew?
'A Hole in the World'
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.
sumi - Jul 30, 2006 3:18:20 pm PDT #9641 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
Lee - Jul 30, 2006 3:19:43 pm PDT #9642 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Oh yeah.
Duh.
Zenkitty - Jul 30, 2006 3:21:18 pm PDT #9643 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Excellent! As long as the creepy is intentional, I'm all for it.
I didn't realize *that* Colin was "your" Colin, ita. That's a strange feeling: the imaginary people in my Internet know the imaginary people in my tv. It's like a fandom crossover, where you can't quite imagine how the characters will look standing next to each other, and the lighting effects are all different.
§ ita § - Jul 30, 2006 3:25:55 pm PDT #9644 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Wait! I didn't mean Sarah. That's what I get for posting while on the phone. I meant Susan. D'oh. No brain. They know Susan is creepy.
I hope I mean Susan.
Zenkitty, it's a strange feeling for me too. But more than any other time, the guy onscreen doesn't make me think of Colin most of the time--perhaps because he's so relaxed in what he's doing, doing stuff that plays to his strengths. He's been able to make me forget it's him...in 5 minute snatches in a smoky comedy bar with people chatting all over--because he was doing his thing. He's doing it again, and I'm so happy for him that I could bust.
Lee - Jul 30, 2006 3:34:51 pm PDT #9645 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Wait! I didn't mean Sarah. That's what I get for posting while on the phone. I meant Susan. D'oh. No brain. They know Susan is creepy.
I hope I mean Susan.
I was wondering about that. Susan made more sense.
Jon B. - Jul 30, 2006 4:15:42 pm PDT #9646 of 10001
A turkey in every toilet -- only in America!
How do you know Colin, ita?
Zenkitty - Jul 30, 2006 4:17:03 pm PDT #9647 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
ita, I knew you meant Susan! Not that SARAH isn't creepy too.
Is it okay that I think Colin is really hot? And somehow he's hotter now that I know he's a really cool person in RL - he has dimensions now; he's not just an imaginary guy in my tv anymore. (Which opens the possibility that I could actually meet a guy like that in my meatspace. There must be others!)
§ ita § - Jul 30, 2006 4:22:17 pm PDT #9648 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
He auditioned for the McGill improv troupe I was kinda in charge of in...1990?
Fuck, we're old.
I needed someone to describe the colour of the Grinch to me for something I was painting. He was the guy, and we've been friends since then.
eta:
Is it okay that I think Colin is really hot?
That sort of thing used to weird me out, but now I think it's kinda cool.
Zenkitty - Jul 30, 2006 4:29:27 pm PDT #9649 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Geeziz. According to imdb, Colin's 9 years younger than me. You're not old, ita. I am.
runs to mirror for vanity check: Dammit.
Jon B. - Jul 30, 2006 4:30:50 pm PDT #9650 of 10001
A turkey in every toilet -- only in America!
McGill. Grinch. Check.
Thanks.