TV countdown

Less than twelve hours to go. I wish I were back on the East Coast, just for this evening.

The B.H. may be starting to like Alias, at least a little; I'm not sure what it is about Season 2 that he prefers. I've told him that tonight we can mock Sydney and Vaughn, no one else. I think that's fair.

I very nearly burst out laughing in the frozen-foods aisle because of Shaye's brilliant Farscape overview over at the crack_van. But then I was distracted by the thought that what one really needs for the Alias premiere is ice cream. Coffee ice-cream. Someone is messing with my brain, because I don't really like coffee ice-cream.

Meanwhile, we've been making our way through the Homicide season one and two DVDs. Still the best show ever, and we haven't even gotten to Three Men and Adena yet. The writing. The acting. The camera-work, which seemed so revolutionary when I saw it the first time. The faded colors. And the characters: Kay! Frank! Munch! Gee! and all the rest. I love them all.

Still timewasting

If you're looking for something to do for the next hour or four, let me direct you to an excellent essay on the criticism of Mary Sues, by naomichana. You should read it for this line alone:

There is a long literary history of both men and women telling women to shut up and do something more appropriate to their gender (spinning is a popular choice).

(no subject)

The requisite post-Alias commentary:

( and God said, let there be coffee ice-cream... )

More comments to be added as I think of them.

Like this: I am deeply, deeply amused by the number of LJ entries that feature the question "Where was Sark?" so prominently.