'Objects In Space'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Which is, I suppose, also nuts.
Nutsiness loves company.
Ack. My migraine medication has eaten my brain. I feel like I've been crying--you know that dislocated feeling after a huge crying jag? Except I've not been crying. I'm sad about the cousin who may be schizophrenic, and jarred by Octavia Butler, but just came off of two fun phone calls.
I would like my brain back. This isn't a good trade.
So, I'm watching back issues of Smallville. I cannot do it without cringing out loud. I sure hope the other roommate isn't home.
$100 for a shirt? For that money, it better come with Nathan Fillion inside it.
For that money, he had better already be out of it.
Ooh, Major Davis! Sorry, crossover Canadian actor love.
How far back are you watching, Emily?
I've never spent $100 on a shirt, either. Can't imagine doing it. That's leather or dress or jacket prices for me.
However, I just spent my $350 work award on a very small purse, and it makes me laugh every time I look at it. I can't believe that's some people's entire lives, instead of me just spending mad money.
Season 2. There was incredible cringe-worthiness, what with the Whitney. Now there's lovely Lexitude, Major Davis, and an implausible dishonor-among-thieves plotline. Also, Lionel cuddling Martha to his bosom protectively. And they just killed the hot guy.
I really have a hard time giving up things. The most I've been able to give away is a few books that I'm pretty sure I'll never want to read again, or want to lend out, et cetera.
Seriously, I have more books that I can probably ever read again in my lifetime, even if I didn't sleep. And never buy a new one, either.
I can't imagine watching those...I'm not sure when it went south for me, but this season is worse than cringworthy, in general. It used to be such fun!
Damn! I can't believe that Octavia Butler is dead.
Dang. That is really sad. She had a thing going on.
On the importance of $100... Nathan is not hopping out of his shirt for no stinking single-Benji!
(BTW, my grocereries were $80, this month, sans booze)