My anger at being stuck at work on a beautiful Saturday has led me to spoiler hunting for Sville.

And I found a happy: Michael McKean has been cast as Perry White. Whee! I love him and am kind of surprised to see him back on network TV (but more undserstandable since he is Mama Kent's husband in RL). He was so great in his X Files eps. I would link to his IMDB page - but I don't know how links and spoiler font get a long...There are a ton of other spoilers out there, but nothing too great. Surprise. Surprise. 3.06 should be uhm - intersting. It's a 40-years-ago flashback to Lex's and Papa Kent's parents/grandparents w/KK and TW playing non-Lana and Clark characters.

I also saw a vague spoiler about Lionel having Lex committed to an insane asylum where he beats up an orderly. Lovin some crazy and violent Lex.

It also seems that the FotW this season are coming straight from the comics - so far there is a mini-Magneto and a Siryn or Banshee Jr. from X-Men.

Saw many Smallville previews this weekend. Okay, are Lana and Clark skinny dipping in the meteor lake? Is Clark really that idiotic?

This is the same Clark who spent three months being EVILE and yet didn't get laid, right?

Well, but his boyfriend was marooned on a desert island. Clark was saving himself.

Also, evil? Piffle. I think I incur more evil points every time I use the corporate postage machine to put postage on my personal letters. (NOTE TO COMPANY FIREWALL PEOPLE: I am joking.)

He was evil in the sense that he yelled at people and just wasn't very nice.

That's me on a good day. There goes my dream of superherodom.

Emily, are you sure it isn't the Red K making you Not Very Nice?

He was evil in the sense that he yelled at people and just wasn't very nice.

But that's not being evil, that's just being an ass.

Maybe you get evil points for wearing low-slung jeans and showing off your body art? In which case, Emily gets plenty of evil. Or would, if she wore more backless shirts.

Although, hey -- my body art consists of earring holes, and the occasional note to self on the back of my left hand. I am totally evil! Where is my limousine and closed-mouth assassin driver??

I'd just like to go on record that Maria Jackson's "It's either he or me" wins some kind of prize for sheerly inept writing. We'll just start with the grammatical infelicity of the title....

I can but marvel at passages like this:

That brought Ray off the bed again, and this time his body felt like a live wire, shooting electrical sparks throughout his body but all ending in the center of his being which was his cock. His cock was not only alive, but it was pulsating intensely, throbbing like a bad toothache every time that Fraser sucked on his tongue which had Ray moaning with desire.

Or this:

Long after Fraser fell asleep and Ray stared at the ceiling, punishing himself for being so stupid as to give in to the Mountie not once but twice. He thought that he would be able to detach but after the second time, and there was no way that he could leave Fraser behind. He couldn't even remember the last time that he had sex like this where the Earth actually stopped. And, he knew that he was really in trouble now. Turning away, and Ray lay on his side because it took every ounce of energy not to take Fraser into his arms, and kiss the living daylights out of the man. He wanted to make love to Fraser over and over again until the end of time. He was in love with the Canadian and this was bad. He hadn't planned on falling in love especially now when his life was falling apart. Shutting his eyes and Ray hoped that sleep would at least somehow ease the pain that he now had in his heart.

And later:

At the airport, both of them watched each other and there was no mistaking the love in their eyes. Anyone watching could tell that these two men were in love. Fraser stared at Ray, yearningly and Ray gazed at him fondly and smiled. This was going to be hard on both of them because Fraser now had to stay due to his new job and Ray had to leave because of his new job. When it was time to board the plane, Ray stepped up to the Mountie, then staring him in the eyes, he very sadly mumbled. "Well. I guess this is it."

"Yes. . . Ray?"

"Yeh?"

Gazing into the blues and Fraser licked his lips. Then nervously, he tugged on the Stetson that was on his head and then leaning in, he whispered. "I need to tell you that I love . . . "

"No!" Reaching up and Ray pressed a finger to Fraser's lips, quieting him. Shaking his head and Ray said. "No. Don't say it cause it'll only make this more difficult then it already is. Please. Don't." And, Ray saw the disappointment in the Mounties eyes but it couldn't be helped. He didn't want to leave feeling more of a bastard then he already felt. Fraser understood. So, taking a step back, Fraser nodded and mumbled.

"Understood." And, that's when he noticed the tears in Ray's eyes. But, quickly, wiping the tears away and Ray then smiled and said, "Thank you for everything, Fraser. I'll always remember you and . . . And, I'll always treasure you."

And, now it was Fraser who was on the verge of tears. But, he didn't wipe them away, instead, he allowed the tears to roll down his face. His bottom lip quivered and he turned away to get better control of his emotions.