Speaking of "the bacchanalian frenzy of estrogen-charged Beatlemania that it must surely be," does anyone know what the final total was for that auction on eBay for lunch with JP?

So, my erratic SPN rewatch continues, based on the which-disk-can-I-dig-out-of-the-DVD-mountain-next approach. And having seen some of Season 2 again - Jesus, Padalecki upped his game! Just in that short space of time, he got SO MUCH BETTER. I'd been vaguely thinking it was a more gradual learning curve, but I've got to give the guy mad props. Rewatched, oh, gosh, loads of things yesterday, but especially loved Houses of the Holy and the first Trickster ep, and the Ghost-doesn't-know-she's-a-ghost ep, with Tricia Helfer, and then I sort of stumbled into rewatching bits of S3, with a vague sense of "Oh dear, skeevy gender issues..." and, yes, there are things that make me wince, but they're a lot fewer than I remember. And I'm really enjoying the hell out of both Bela and Ruby so far. Bad Day at Black Rock remains one of the funniest things in the history of funny. And I had to rewind and rewatch Dean's little now-I've-got-the-rabbit-foot moment near the end, where, after defeating the bad guy with a pen and a remote control, he's all "I'm the Batman!" I...really, I wish I knew how to do techie things, because I'd love to have that little moment as an animated icon. He was SO FUNNY. Well, okay, and Sam losing his shoe? Jesus. And then in Bela-and-the-ghost-ship ep, with Sammy getting groped by the lovely old lady, and, and Tuxedo-clad Dean being all hot and Bela all "...hmm, we should have angry sex after this" and Dean's response, oh, Jesus. Bless.

...er. Yeah, so you'll gather that quite a lot of yesterday involved me going "Oh, Dean! Dean!" And occasionally "Awww, Sammy!"

Today, I am considering venturing out into the Outside World. But, y'know, don't hold your breath.

eyes DVDs thoughtfully.

edited because even though Bella introduced herself with a Lugosi gag, I'm guessing her name has two Ls.

edited AGAIN, because "the batman" is very much not the same as "the Batman." Although the idea of Dean being the personal servant of an officer in the British army is not without its charm.

edited Yet a-fucking-gain because (1) evidently my guess about the Ls was wrong and (2) "ghost shop" does not mean the same as "ghost ship".

sighs. feels like Columbo.

Speaking of "the bacchanalian frenzy of estrogen-charged Beatlemania that it must surely be," does anyone know what the final total was for that auction on eBay for lunch with JP?

Hee. That must have triggered the same thought with me because I looked it up last night. Five people paid $2,500 each. If I was Jared, I would be embarrassed that people paid that much to be with me.

eta: I am loving Fay's rewatch excitement! ::hugs SHOW::

edited because even though Bella introduced herself with a Lugosi gag, I'm guessing her name has two Ls.

Nope. Just the one in Bela. Well, okay, there are two if you count the one in Talbot.

Nope. Just the one in Bela.

Curses!

scurries off to edit.

Five people paid $2,500 each. If I was Jared, I would be embarrassed that people paid that much to be with me.

stares

I just can't wrap my head around that. I mean, I think the boys seem charming, and I love the hell out of their performances, and I am an obsessive geeky fangirl, and theoretically, in a universe where my cool did not instantly desert me and I were not suddenly reduced to a shy puddle of stammering shyness from the planet shy, and where I could just be normal, I'd love to randomly bump into them in Starbucks with a friend of a friend, or something, and have the chance to ask them about acting and their ambitions and suchlike. In a nonstalkery manner.

But paying two and a half thousand dollars to hang out with them?

Wow.

I'm trying to think if there is anyone I would pay cash money to hang out with. Given that we're talking a donation of money to charity, I presume? Which is a nice thing to do, and makes the whole situation a bit less horrendously awkward and protitutionlike, but only a tiny bit less. Er. (In a world where I HAD big piles of cash to randomly give to worthy causes.)

thinks hard

Michael Palin? Probably yeah, in fact. Terry Pratchett? Hmm. Maybe. Johnny Depp? Hugh Jackman? Nah. Judy Dench? Possibly. Janeane Garofalo? Don't think so. Ooh, Nina Simone I would've, maybe, before she shuffled off this mortal coil. Joss? Nope. Karen Armstrong? Maybe, actually. Stephen Fry? Yeah, probably. Will Smith? Oooh...tempting. Maybe.

I mean, there are lots of people whom it would be nice to meet randomly and have a chat with, in a situation where somehow one wasn't just a gushing fan, either because their creative work has moved you, or because they have big and spicy brains. Er, sort of like the premise of Notting Hill, I suppose, but without the shmoopy romance and with more of the inebriated dinner party blatherings. But I can't see how it can be anything but horrifyingly embarrassing for everyone involved, if you've handed over a big chunk of money to get to have dinner with an actor.

thinks

I suppose you'd just have to inhale a bottle of wine and hope that alcohol would help ameliorate the embrassment factor, and that fun and interesting conversation would somehow trump the awkwardness. And make sure you didn't puke on anyone.

I'm trying to think if there is anyone I would pay cash money to hang out with. Given that we're talking a donation of money to charity, I presume? Which is a nice thing to do, and makes the whole situation a bit less horrendously awkward and protitutionlike, but only a tiny bit less. Er. (In a world where I HAD big piles of cash to randomly give to worthy causes.)

Pretty sure it wasn't, actually. Which is the only way on earth I could imagine myself doing somehting like that. As it is? Not enough no in the world.

I love my Fourth Wall.

My Fourth Wall is my friend. My Fourth Wall means I have absolutely no desire to meet and greet 'em.

Also, it means I can serve as the designated adult for any and all random club acts my friends choose to go to, so that they don't attempt to abscond with the tiny lead vocalists.

I figure, if I can sit slamming strong drinks in a bar while VickyT (who comes in near the top of the list for Top Ten Reasons to Keep Your Nails Filed) walks by less than two feet from me and remain cheerfully seated, I can withstand any and all temptation.

Pretty sure it wasn't, actually.

!!!

Oh! Crumbs. Wow.

So their agents are just straight-up pimping them out for cash? That's...really quite squicky. But I guess they're okay with it, so, whatever.

I figure, if I can sit slamming strong drinks in a bar while VickyT (who comes in near the top of the list for Top Ten Reasons to Keep Your Nails Filed) walks by less than two feet from me and remain cheerfully seated, I can withstand any and all temptation.

Brava!

eta

I noticed, towards the end of the Ghost Ship ep, when Sam was reading out some random Latin invocation type thing, that he appeared to list several angels at the start, including Castiel. Although I suppose it could just have been those syllables happening to be next to each other in a coincidental fashion.

I'm a hoor and will talk to anyone. I was verbally restrained from starting a conversation with Victor Webster, and I'm still mad I listened to my stupid friend.

But he was in back of me at Caffe Urth. Not actually spending money on anyone. Well, okay, maybe Nelson Mandela. But it should go to charity.