Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Aurelia, I just went back to read the whitefont, now that I'm done watching 24 (OMGWTFBBQ???) and noticed your Supernatural comment. I do need to go hunting--that was a gratuitous beefcake shot of the highest magnitude. Bless them, and bless the
Trio lite
with the WWBD.
Wentworth Miller can wear absolutely anything he wants. Mmm.
Wentworth Miller can wear absolutely anything he wants.
Or even nothing at all.
Far be it from me to limit him.
This bit of Prison Break feels very
Losty
what with the
intersection of his bunkie
and his brother.
Okay, tired now. Work-at-home email sent to boss. Sleep, sweet sleep.
All right, fellow 24-viewers...someone explain
You know, there is OMGWTF?!? and then there is OMGWTFPolarBear????
I think my head just tiltled like a dog. Bwhuuuuuh?
Still, it is better than
SecretServiceAaron
suddenly
turning
. Which I was expecting after skipping the OMGWTF whitefont to actually watch the show.
Oh, hell no. I'd have had to stop watching if they messed
with Aaron. He's The Man
.
(can't sleep)
I might have glared at the tv just to
let them know, "Don't go there..."
There are some lines that you just don't cross.
Sorry you can't sleep.
Glad you were on top of that.
S'okay, I'm currently trolling for good Dr. Who icons on lj. Productive use of my wakey time, I think.
I'm awake, too, but I didn't watch.
But there's no going to sleep now, because one of those big giant translucent weird southwestern scorpion looking spiders just waltzed across my bed. And I panicked too late to catch him, and just shook him off (presumably onto the floor?) and now I don't know where he is. I don't have an actual spider phobia, but I would prefer he didn't actually sleep in my bed.
I try to do my part... On the West Coast, so there will need to be some interesting memory rewrites should I ever succeed, but I try.
I'm trying to remember the name a of girl I went to high school with. It's taken me three-ish weeks to recall her first name (cause it was discussed on b.org earlier, thanks hivemind) and I think I am wrong about her last name and instead thinking of some actress. Why, you might ask? I don't have a single clue. But I am.
Ack, Liese. That would keep me wide awake and up and out of the room, I think. Or turning all the lights on and stalking around with a broom or something.
Definitely not sleeping, though.
ETA:
Why, you might ask? I don't have a single clue. But I am.
Oh, well, for me it would be because it'd bug me that I knew that there was a brain cell with that very info. refusing to give it up. I hate that. Even if it's the most useless piece of info. ever.