No, Concrete really doesn't look like that, but that's okay, we're planning a roadtrip to Squamish! Where the ep was *really* filmed.

We have to go back to Concrete, with the camera, and take a picture of the 1930's-style safety monument and rusty abandoned flagpole in their weedy patch of grass. The site of the old concrete plant, with its still-standing rank of concrete silos reminiscent of Laputa, or some (again) 1930s era Science Fiction story of ruined civilizations, is now called "Silo Park", and has some few play frames for children in the silos' shadow.

There were four small churches of differing denomination in two residential blocks, and approximately two blocks of a single street of "downtown." The newly-built elementary and high schools are on opposite sides of the two-lane highway, and joined by an enclosed arial bridge. I find it poignant that a child "crosses the bridge" as s/he graduates from one school to another.

And the drive to and from was absolutely gorgeous.

...I am embarrassed by how gleeful I was that Misha finally started Twittering again. And I am highly amused that he has set up Mishaland proper, is getting people to design flags, getting them to pin themselves onto a map and is laying down the law and demanding tithes.

::flails::

...he's such a fantastic shiny toy! With the pony, and the photoshop skillz, and and and

::flails some more::

Shoot me, stuff me, mount me. I am totally a minion, much as my dignity rebels.

Hee! He is charming.

I just watched the last ep of S2 Deadwood, to refresh myself before getting S3 (which we never saw). I had completely forgotten Jim Beaver was in it, because when we watched it as it was airing, he wasn't Bobby!

He's so wonderful in it, plays a fabulous character, but boy is it funny to hear him say "cocksucker" on the screen.

I need to try and watch Deadwood again. I've tried twice, and I just haven't been able to watch long enough to force myself through that curtain of profanity to the other side, where it recedes into the vernacular of that world.

Posted without comment. (from 2006, apparently.)

...okay, I lied about the without comment.

1) Jesus, Jensen is pretty.

2) And SO VERY VERY MUCH not Dean Winchester even a little bit that it always makes me laugh. And want to pat him on the head and build a little fence around him to stave off the crazier elements of fandom. (Like the people who apparently insisted, at some Con, that he perform that Eye of the Tiger routine, and then booed him when he didn't. For the love of FUCK, people!)

3) ...in spite of which, I cannot deny that the RPS writes itself.

hangs head

4) Jesus, Jensen is pretty.

in spite of which, I cannot deny that the RPS writes itself

Thanks to the ginormous puppy he works with, yeah. Silly boys. I love them so.

And if you haven't see this one, Fay, talk about fanfic writing itself. Oh, JARED. Part II is just as funny.

Right?! Before this show I was "RPS Bad, I spit upon you". But with these guys, you can't blame someone for writing what they see in interviews or panels. And some of ya'll are very talented in that area btw.

Then again, now we have Misha who writes his own.

Jesus, Misha is just SO ADORABLE! With the disarming glee at his acquisition of an army of adoring minions. He makes me laugh my socks off, with his Twitter posts. Bless him. He's so relaxed and silly about this stuff, and Jared appears to be too, for the most part, from what little I've seen - just having fun with it. Which is awesome.

And then there's poor Jensen, who always seems uncomfortable and earnest and defensive, under a veneer of politeness and professionalism. Except when he feels in his comfort zone of me-and-my-buddy and gets carried away with the silly. Poor wee scone. Honestly, my reactions to Jensen are divided pretty equally between (1) admiring the hell out of his acting chops, and the integrity he brings to his performances, and reflecting on that in relation to my own acting*; (2) feeling sorry for him with the whole feeding frenzy make-nice-with-the-scary-fen side of his job, which he clearly doesn't much love; (3) being pole-axed afresh by the sheer astonishing volume of pretty each time I see him, either being himself or in character. Because - Christ on a pogo stick, that is some SERIOUS pretty. Like, Johnny Depp level pretty, Marilyn Monroe level pretty - SERIOUS, astonishing, can't-help-objectifying-and-fetishising-him-because-he's- just-that-damn-pretty pretty.

...I do feel kind of bad about being so shallow, but, but, but, jings, he's pretty.

*although not so much, at the time; at the time I'm pretty much just getting on with being that character, rather than reflecting on that character.