'Dirty Girls'
A topic for the discussion of Doctor Who, Arrow, and The Flash. Beware possible invasions of iZombie, Sleepy Hollow, or pretty much any other "genre" (read: sci fi, superhero, or fantasy) show that captures our fancy. Expect adult content and discussion of the Big Gay Sex.
Marvel superheroes are discussed over at the MCU thread.
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.
Article on the upcoming zombie series (which I guess I'll check out because, hey, genre, but it doesn't yell to me):
Although the production is still in the formative stage, The Walking Dead could do for televised zombies what True Blood has done for televised vampires, which is make them interesting for longer than a few hours
Have we really forgotten Buffy and Angel already? That was, what, 12 seasons in total?
I have trouble imagining a scenario in which I will empathize with a zombie.
Okay, the voodoo style maybe, not the eat-your-brains style.
Ailleann, you heartless brute.
They're lost, alone, dead and hungry. The poor dears.
We should set up an Adopt-A-Zombie service.
"Chuck died at the tender age of 24 of a heroin overdose and recently rose from his grave. He's fairly fresh, easily trainable, and just needs a good home with easy access to a butcher. Won't you please adopt him?"
Does he do Windows?
Does he do Windows?
Well, he's evil, so he probably only does ME
Does he do Windows?
Yes, but only Vista.
That *is* evil...
Personally, I think that ME was WAY more evil than Vista
Oh, jeez, I can't believe I forgot to post this the other day.
So, I'd been watching Torchwood: CoE on the laptop while I did chores and puttered and whatnot. Occasionally, the Punk would wander by and ask questions, like:
"What's that thing in the box? Why is it squirting goop? Dis-GUS-ting!"
"Who's that man in the jacket? Why is he kissing that other man?"
And I'd answer honestly. You know: "That's an alien named 456 and, yes, the goop is disgusting." "That's Captain Jack Harkness and he's kissing the other man because they love each other" etc. etc.
But I hadn't really clued into how much she picked up until a few days ago. I go downstairs and she's been painting and paint (thankfully, watercolors) are everywhere. I say "Emeline! Didn't I tell you to be careful?! Look at this mess!"
She looks at me with wide eyes, glances around wildly, looks at me again...then goes glassy-eyed, points over my shoulder and says "We are coming! We are coming! We are coming!"
I helped her clean up the paint after I was done being crippled with laughter.
Never let her get her hands on a gas mask.