A topic for the discussion of Farscape, Smallville, and Due South. Beware possible invasions of Stargate, Highlander, or pretty much any other "genre" (read: sci fi or fantasy) 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.
...is it just me that feels a bit sorry for CFerg not getting to see the finished article yet? Of course, I guess there's always that whole 'but dude, you got to go work in Puerto Rico' thing to ameliorate the pangs of sympathy - nevertheless I find phrases like "poor wee scone" on the verge of spilling from my fingertips, 'cause it's always nice to see how it actually
turned out.
(...I'm just going to embarrass myself if I mention being gleeful to hear that the DVDs of the wee am dram production I was in way the hell back earlier this year are finally happening, aren't I? But that's okay, I don't mine embarrassing myself - I'm really quite looking forward to getting to see it from the other side.)
Ah,
Torchwood.
Jack really DOES try to out-Angel Angel quite a lot, but he goes into more Big Gay Strops than Angel did, and he
does
have reason to be gloomy and jaded. (Although I understand that next season is supposed to be a trifle more upbeat. I trust that doesn't count as a spoiler?)
...I think that if you're a slasher,
Torchwood
is like a startling little shiny gift from the universe. If you're not so much going to be delighted by the wall-to-wall canonical slash, though, the flaws are likely to be more glaring.
"Oh no they be stealing my ovaries"
1. Retro-lolcatting: I believe this needs to become the new black.
2. As I recall, this trope is so old that we organized the Stealth Watermelon Brigade, which breaks into male writers' homes while they sleep, slices them open, and inserts a ripe watermelon into the abdominal cavity of the offending writer, so that he too may be known by the blobs of his belly rather than by the contents of his character. (Vonnie is the surgeon of this team,
totally against her will.
We swear.)
2A. O ye writers, if thou be reading along lurkily, take thou heed and derive wisdom therefrom and don't
make
me get threaten-y with produce ever again. Kay?
And that would be a nice big "uh, oh..."
As I recall, this trope is so old that we organized the Stealth Watermelon Brigade, which breaks into male writers' homes while they sleep, slices them open, and inserts a ripe watermelon into the abdominal cavity of the offending writer, so that he too may be known by the blobs of his belly rather than by the contents of his character. (Vonnie is the surgeon of this team, totally against her will. We swear.)
Sherri S Tepper did that, and I will no longer read her stuff. It's quite boring.
"Can I get a tattoo?"
laughs, "No"
"I'm serious."
seriously, "No."
bwaa!
Carter is me with the fidgety feet and churches.
Janet looks so pretty! What the hell is her name? Rothery. Teryl? Something like that.
Oopsie. No talkies. That's trouble.
OMG, they're going to be running
Haunted
on Sciffy!!
So I'm guessing her tattoo is not, in fact, a tattoo.
Huh. They're already dating? That was super fast.
