I sure wish the On Notice board I ordered before Christmas would get here so I can put Supernatural on it.
No spoilers–nothing even worth spoiling, really, and a large part of that was the fact that someone needs to learn to light a fucking set; “creepy and dark” is fine, “pitch black” is not. I had to crank the brightness on my TV all the way up.
Worst Supernatural since “No Exit.” Possibly ever. At least next week’s looks like it might not suck.
Oh look, it’s a meme! (via grimmy23@lj)
Choose five series fandoms (no peeking before you choose them), list them, and then answer the questions behind the cut.
3. Silent Hill
4. 100 Candles (shut up, it is a series, I am a fan, so there)
You are now officially giving Harry Potter and Final Fantasy a run for their money in the Most Ridiculously Retarded Fandom Olympics. Please stop it.
I think it’s time we started seeing other people. It’s not you. It’s me. …okay, no, actually, it is you. You’re fuckin’ nuts.
When you’re not bitching about what a misogynist pig Dean is for saying OMGMEAN things to a) a chick that stole something v. important from him, called the FBI on him, had his car towed, and otherwise fucked with him just for fun and b) a demon, you’re being misogynist pigs yourselves at every remotely attractive female character on the show because they get in the way of your Mary Sue and slash fantasies.
I’ll give you Jo–she was kind of an idiot, and there’s that thing where she kind of made Sam not exist in “No Exit,” which I didn’t like. But I triple-dog-dare you to find me one, one Bela or Ruby hater who wouldn’t have experienced spontaneous ovarian combustion at the appearance of a hot, intelligent, kind of assholish male artifact thief with a British accent/demon wearing a hot male meatsuit whispering in Sam’s ear all season.
Thanks for reminding me why I preferred to stay out of the fandoms-at-large and remain in a little corner of the Internet inhabited by me and people I already know aren’t batshit crazy.
I cannot tell you people how happy this makes me, in my pants and otherwise.
[advisory: you probably don’t want to listen to it at work unless you have headphones because there’s a bit of porn in it.]
About two-thirds of the way through, and will probably only finish it because it’s in the bathroom and courtesy of some sort of mild stomach bug I’ve been spending a lot of time in there this week.
The tl;dr version: Witch’s Canyon is to Supernatural as Dying Inside is to Silent Hill.
Oh yeah, I went there. It’s that bad.
Oh, it’s got its bright spots, but the dialogue is awkward and clunky (particularly Sam and Dean, in which case it’s also occasionally uncomfortably OOC) and it has a nasty habit of introducing new characters with three or four pages of minutiae about their everyday lives and habits… and then immediately killing them. It’s like the author went “shit, a little short on word count, where can I pad this thing out?”
I believe what I’m trying to say here is: meh.