alias: devsgirl // W // Pooh thinking: Is it Tuesday yet? reading: taking a break watching: Veronica Mars: THE SCENE on loop listening: Tommy James & The Shondells - 'Crimson and Clover' lusting: OMG the Logan woobie! quote: "What can I do? WHAT CAN I DO TO MAKE IT BETTER?" ~ Logan Echolls, Veronica Mars
The following may contain spoilers for any goobers who haven't watched 24 Seasons 1-3. AND WHY HAVEN'T YOU? Der.
DVDs rule! After giving up on 24 halfway through Season 1, PoohBro has been sucked in by my three boxsets. He's up to Season 3 right now, and the guy has admitted he's a freaking wussy. Called me up to say that he doesn't know if he can finish it because 'OMG it's scary! Jack's shooting up! I don't want Jack to shoot up again! And Tony got shot! And OMG, it's just SCARY!'
Toilet's clogged. Need a plunger. Or whatever it is people use to unclog those things. Am upset, because it worked fine when I went to bed. (Mmm... early bedtimes are AWESOME! That's 2 days in a row now. Glee!)
No time for a full-on Alias snarkfest. I had already made up my mind not to tape it or do a recap, but after watching it, there were a few gems. *eyeroll* Can't double check any of it because no tape so most of this stuff was snurched off chat.
Alias: 4.17
~ Hey, it's Ravi Araz! Didn't Behroooooooooz kill him on 24 a few episodes back? ~ Poor Jack and his mutating DNA. He's either melting or turning into The Beast. I'm way past the 'but I already watched Mason die from radiation poisoning!' rant because if Jack dies this season and gets booted off the show, he will be the luckiest bastard that ever lived died, or you know, whatever. ~ Jack's peeling. It's kinda gross, but it also brings me back to my childhood, when we used to spread Krazy Glue over our hands, let it dry, and then try to peel them off in as large strips as possible. Hmm... or was that just me? ~ LMFAO. Only in a JR Orci episode does VAUGHN manage to get his ass totally whupped by a COMPUTER HACKER. Leave my Vaughn alone! Poor woobie. ~ "I would have had him." Bwah. It hurts. It really really hurts. Why does everyone hate Vaughn so? ~ Sydney: STFU. Kthnxbye! ~ Dixon as a Pimpin' Mack Daddy! Please make it stop. ~ Jack's meeeelllllltttttiiiiiiiing! And EWWW, WTF was THAT? Why does everyone keep pulling out weird shit from their bodies? This writer is insane, yo. (See also: Syd, her dream, and bloody stomach tubing) ~ Of course the doctor is lying. First of all, Michael McKean as a doctor? Really? Who are we kidding? ~ Dixon and 'Ravi' talking about their real selves in the back of the BadGuyMobile. Umm... right after they went through a whole spiel about how the Baddies have special bug detectors and crap like that? Okay. ~ Dixon has kids? And a dead wife? This isn't some kind of sick joke where they reintroduce the concept of continuity onto this show, is it? *dies of shock* ~ "Shoot him!" STFU, Vaughn! You can't hit a target when it's standing right in front of you. Quit trying to tell Dixon what to do and how to do it. Thank you. ~ Dixon shooting Raimes is Bauer/Chappelle v2.0. How did I know 24 was going to get ripped this season? *glares* ~ Erm, there was something about a Derevko sister, but... meh, whatever. ~ The previews for next week: EWWWWWWW!!!! EWWWWW!!!! EWWWWWW!!!! Syd pretending to be Irina? With Jack?! I said I wanted more Sydney/SLOANE! Not possible Sydney/Jack incest, dammit. Ewww.
We got our 'closeout' email with a list of things to do. And yet, still no official end date. Sheesh. My problem now is trying to find any ounce of 'caring' to actually complete the list. (What are they going to do to me? Fire me? Pffft.) Sure, I'm in the midst of finishing one of the few reports we still need to write, but I just keep staring at the monitor and my brain goes to mush. I'm so freaking bored, am easily distracted... even my being distracted is distracting me. Everything's all antsy and restless and dear god is it time to go home yet?
Also doesn't help that it's rainy and gross outside and all I want to do is crawl under the covers with a good book. I'm hoping this isn't just residual post-trip blues from this past weekend and merely that wonderful sensation of realizing I am so ready to leave this stinkhole.
Veronica Mars and Rob Thomas kill me. KILL me. This show is like an Evil Crush -- there is so much LOVE and so much PAIN and ANGST but mostly LOVE involved with it.
And now I have freaking 'Crimson and Clover' playing on loop and totally screwing up my Scrob stats.
The D.C. recap is up at the LJ for now just because it was a lot easier to deal with friends-locking the post than to worry about password-protecting the photos here.
If you're a friend, then you have nothing to worry about. If you're not, then who the heck are you anyway? J/K. The recap should be up on the travel pages in a few days, but seeing how incredibly lazy I've been lately, that might be doubtful. Hell, I still haven't finished putting up all the Hong Kong photos. Oops.
'The Adventures of Jenai, Trix, and Pooh: NBC Whores' is currently being written up. Who knew so much stupid crap could happen to us this past weekend?
Of course, I'm being facetious because stupid crap happens to us all the time.
Well, we're back. Stuff happened. Too tired and too bummed about being back to post long fun and/or snarky entry about what happened this weekend. (I am hoping because we didn't actually relax long enough for it to be a real vacation, that there will be no post-trip blues this time.) Took a couple of pictures, but not that many. I think the DC momuments pics came out crappy because we were doing the midnight tour last night. Oh well. Guess this just means I need to go back again for all the museums we didn't get to see. For a recap of the other fun-ness that happened, Jenai's got a quickie recap over at the LJ.
Finally got to DC. Am never going to ride the bus again. Damn, this place is ghetto.
Trix and Jenai need to get here NOW because I am bored out of my frickin' mind. Seems like everyone was delayed today (let's not discuss my day). Hopefully, we'll be able to do touristy things tomorrow and not spend too much time on... wenching, or whatever it was we planned on doing here. *lalala*
Meg, I thought I had uploaded the song to the ipod, but I guess it didn't take. I'm listening to it in the hotel now, and you're right... there's something... off... about the music but the lyrics could totally work. Heh. Also, damn you, why didn't you text me to tell me people were still reading/commenting on that Crappy Thing.
OMG! Still at work! So incredibly screwed! And I still need to make a CVS run if I ever get my ass out of here (oh god please within the next half hour at least).
And omg, it's official. I really am the biggest prude that ever lived because there are nekkid ass shots of the boyfriend out there! *dies* I had to look away real fast (and then look back and then away and then back and then away and then...) Okay... maybe I'm still trying to figure out where I stand on the prude meter. Hmm... better test it out again.
As expected, vacation time means getting a shitload of stuff to do with a pre-vacation deadline. Our BIG report is due this week and since I'm not planning on going in on Friday (gotta get my ass to the bus for DC), I need to finish it all tomorrow. All day I was compiling data. ALL FREAKING DAY. I even got there early, and I'm only 1/4 of the way through and I'm only putting 1/5 of all the data into this stinky report. I'm only on the data, dude. I still need to write this fucking thing. That means I have homework tonight.
I'm probably going to crash at Thing1's tomorrow so I can take my time in the morning, but that means I need to pack tonight and can't stay too late at work tomorrow. ARGH. So... write as much of the report as humanly possible tonight, pack (and you know how I am about that), still gotta figure out this passport-sized photo thing, watch House, and god knows what else.
And there is, of course, the mandatory rewatching of last night's Veronica Mars now that it's finished dl'ing. At least the 'drabble' is finished and posted. Thank god. This also means there definitely will be no Alias snark or comments - I've got a real excuse this time, not just the lazy factor. *SIGH* Probably should just get started right now. GRRRRR.
If anyone catches me slacking off, please kick me in the ass to keep working on the report. Thanks.
What part of 'don't call me until AFTER 10PM on Tuesdays' is hard to understand? And what part of 'no, really, hang up now and call me LATER' is hard to understand? And then what part of 'can't talk right now CALL ME AFTER 10!' is hard to understand? In TWO languages! *smacks self*
Someone remind me to turn off my phone on Tuesdays. Grrrrr.
Am seriously not happy with the PoohMom right now. May even leave phone turned off for the rest of the night, even though I told her to call back later, just to punish her. *blink* :P
Everyone, watch out! I am in major maternal mood right now. Was out since 9AM (on my day off, no less), and there were babies everywhere I went. There was one little girl in a stroller who kept wanting me to play with her while I was looking at shoes (damn stupid black shoes still! you'd think this would be easy). Then there was this tiny little walking Cabbage Patch, seriously the tiniest thing ever walking on two feet and so freaking cute you just wanted to pick her up and squish her, who kept trying to get my attention while I was walking outside.
WTF is going on with me? I blame Logan and his pinchable cheeks. Yeah, that's probably it. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the biological clock, as the PoohDad likes to keep reminding me exists and is well on its way to winding down down down.
Huh.... I'm thinking I don't like the PoohDad so much right now... Ha.
~ KIEFER!!! He is of the HOT. Especially near the end. ROWRRRR! ~ Tony!! He is also HOT. Fix my OTP already, dammit. ~ Buchanan. Mmm. *closes eyes, listens to his voice* Yeah. I'm good right here. ~ Michelle. Love. ~ Chloe. Love. ~ Edgar. STFU. You're just a lowly computer tech. Just S.T.F.U. ~ KIEFER!!! His HOTNESS must be repeated. ~ Next week: YAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!
Hmm. I like exclamation points. *pets exclamation points* (Yeah, I think I'm still in my fangirl mood from earlier.)
I think I officially hit the "Scariest of Scary" point in my life. At least J thinks so. But hey! It's not my fault I have mad Con envy -- the first time ever in my life, thank you very much. Hrmph. So of course, reading everyone's experiences this weekend AND seeing their pictures....
Okay. So I got really (really really really...) squealy and fangirly in the middle of work and J got really (really really really) scared (for my life... or maybe her own, not sure). But dammit! The boyfriend was discovered to be super-nice, super-funny, and super-sweet. AND the man hit all my (really) superficial looks kinks -- bedhead, blue button-down shirt, top buttons undone, very casual, slightly messy, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and a freaking big grin. (SHUT UP, I am NOT scary!) Anyway, I'm just scaring her good right now to prepare her for the even bigger, scarier world out there. That's right! There's a method to my scary fangirl ways.
Besides, I deserved to be all girlie girl after our early morning meeting-that-wouldn't-end. Big consultant dude who answers only to the toppity-top boss wanted to meet with J and me about all the work we've done just to get caught up. Word got around. People got really scared. And suddenly, our 3-person intimate informational meeeting turned into 5 with two of my direct bosses butting into the meeting to 1) take over, 2) downplay anything we said we'd still need to do (because one of the bosses really really really wants to get rid of us since we've been here for a long time), and 3) make sure we didn't say anything that might be 'bad' for them. As expected, we were allowed to start the informational session. Consultant dude even remarked that he just wanted information and data and hadn't expected it to be such a big group meeting. (Ha! If there's any way for people here to turn a stupid meeting into an Event, they'll find a way.) Also, as expected, the one boss kept misdirecting and sending us off on tangents. (Grrrr) And then halfway through, because J and I just sat their drinking our bottled waters while the other two bosses took over the meeting, I ended up needing to pee like a mofo. It was gross. I couldn't just leave because it was technically our meeting, but goddammit, if I didn't spend half an hour sending non-verbal cues that 1) we've rehashed all the data already, 2) you've given us our new and possibly last big assignment to do for the week so can we go now and start that please, 3) no, seriously, can we end this damn meeting already, and 4) I really need to pee, yo.
So of course, immediately afterwards, I went into boyfriend-squee mode and then left early without starting the big report that's due this week. Pfffft. Like I'm scared. Well, I suppose they could always fire me. Hmm.
Have finally posted the "doom" vid, available here. There's long explanations - blah blah blah - about the silliness of this vid and why it's the DOOM. In any case, meh, and thank goodness it's officially over. Moving on has never felt better.
Now, to tackle that VM vid I stoopidly promised to make. Oops.
Thing1's car registration is up for renewal which means I need to change everything over to my name and find new car insurance. Sylvie will officially be MINE in June, if all goes well.
Here's the thing.
I don't want my OWN car because I'm losing the job next month and funds will be low and gas is so freaking expensive and hello... I need to find my own auto insurance. And THAT is the most sucky of all suckages because finding a company is so freaking boring and there's all these NUMBERS and QUOTES and COMPARING I need to do. And did I mention BORING? Plus... no money, dammit.
And WTF. *kicks Trix* And now people HATE me because they're recruiting me to do drabbles? WTF is a drabble? What do you mean word limits?!
On the happy happy... the Vid O'DOOM has finally been finished. Meg gave her seal of approval. That means I can finally move onto the VM vid I was supposed to have done months ago until the DOOM ate my brain. Phew. *deep breath*
Anyway, if anyone wants to do my insurance quotes for me, I will lust you forever and ever and... something or other.
But then there was looping. And looping. And then listening to the kiss song. And then more looping.
And all of a sudden, time slipped away and it was too late to start the real snark. There were a couple of gems in chat, though: ~Vaughn's Patented Brooding Look to let you know his level of Badassness at any given moment (not to be confused with his Angry Brooding Look, usually denoted by the number of forehead wrinkles) ~ Bizarro APO ~ Jack turning into an X-Men (genetic mutation wtf?) ~ Sloane's constantly changing hairdo ~ Dixon getting a REAL mission instead of just being sent home to do whatever he does when he's "on assignment" ~ And how Sloane gets to emote like whoa next week.
1. You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be saved? If I think long and hard about this... maybe make a couple of Pro and Con lists, I could probably come up with a very meaningful and significant book choice. Eh, too much work, so I'll just admit that I'm a girlie girl at heart, and as long as I have Darcy and a copy of Pride and Prejudice, the world will be all right.
2. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? This is ME we're talking about. I can be here forever answering this one question.
3. The last book you purchased? Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
4. What are you currently reading? Simultaneously: Obsidian Butterfly (Laurell K. Hamilton), Farewell, My Lovely (Raymond Chandler), Hitchhiker's Trilogy (Douglas Adams); Decipher (Stel Pavlou)
5. Five books you would take to a deserted island? Just five? Are you kidding me? I'd bring the lappie and a large memory flashdrive of e-books... and this will work because I'll be MacGyvering a solar battery recharger out of tree branches and seashells. (Mostly, I'm too distracted to come up with 5 good books that would make me sound all smrt and stuff, and hey, who's answering these questions anyway? So there.)
Apparently, the rules state that I'm supposed to tag three other people to do this. Meg One Trix (and anyone else because, heck, I'm not elitist or anything about spreading the meme) :P
(The meme has been x-posted at the LJ because some people who are supposed to do this might not see this here. Hrmph.)
Erm, yeah. Actually, I have no clue what really happened. Was too busy looping last night's Veronica Mars. So will probably pay more attention after work tomorrow when I do my dissertation on The Badassness of The Vaughn.
Ick. So apparently all the funky downtime with the blog is due to a hard drive failure, according to the hosting site. Yadda yadda yadda... they're fixing it and expect outages today and tomorrow. Hopefully, nothing will get messed up in the file transfer. We all know how I am about backing everything up. *eyeroll*
Blargh. You know you have to either move to a different apartment with better reception or get a new cell service when...
You find yourself uttering, mid-convo: I have to move now; if it cuts off, it was nice talking to you today.
And your friend responds with (after much laughter): Well, I'll talk to you tomorrow.
And then hangs up. Hangs up! Just like that. Doesn't even bother to stick around to see if the reception gets funky. Like she KNOWS already. Hrmph. It's times like this that I think having a landline would be better, but then I remember that they formed a monopoly around here and I'd be using the same bastards as the cell. And then I remember that I don't like talking to people on the phone (gotta sound interested the entire time) because some of them don't like to hang up (dear god, some of them go on and on forever). Hmm... maybe my iffy reception is a godsend...
~ Better than Alias! Although there was a lot of exposition tonight. Like, STFU, and just RUN and SHOOT, dammit! ~ Best TV voice sex EVER: Kiefer Sutherland, Carlos Bernard, and James Morrison in one room together. Seriously, someone get those guys a phone book to read. ~ Air Force One went down, just in case someone didn't get the memo. ~ Who didn't call the 'Mike is The EVIL' last season? Yeah, don't watch TV ever again. Pffft.
Erm, I had more thoughts, but I'm in the process of searching for Superman- or Supergirl-related songs for fandom purposes. Very important. Uh huh.
Have nothing interesting to blog about today except that there better not be any shocking non-existent twists on 24 tonight. Last week almost killed me.
Oh, and now that Atlantis spoilers are popping up, I'm feeling a teeny bit better about the new guy because I didn't want him to disrupt the chemistry so far and if my fanwanking the spoilers come true, then I can relax about any Teyla/Shep anvils. Past experience with TV, however, reminds me that I'm never that lucky. *knocks on wood anyway*
Is anyone watching Grey's Anatomy? Because Patrick Dempsey is hot. Sandra Oh rocks. Everyone else I have nothing but love for. But the lead chick? OMG, I just wanna... *smush smush smush smush smush under my steel-toed boots* How can you have such a wonderful supporting cast but the 'lead' is such a fucking Mary Sue where all the guys love her?
Anyone who uses MSN messenger and hasn't upgraded to v7.0? Needs to. Go. Go NOW. After having it for two days, it's still the craziest thing ever. That 'nudge' button is ridiculous... and a bitch (really funny, though) when someone does it to you while you're mid-typing. (Sorry, Meg, really really sorry -- NOT.) Heh.
While I struggle with my new hobby (dammit, why did I fall in love with non-linear editing before I realized my software hated me?) and people have said very nice things, it's fanvids like this that make me hurt they're so damn good. It's a Stargate SG-1/Atlantis crossover, mainly behind the scenes stuff of cast/crew from the Secrets Revealed and Lowdown specials so prior knowledge of either show isn't an absolute requirement. Very cute. Very bouncy. Very giggle-inducing (ok, I guess this is only if you're an obsessive fan). And hell, anything that incorporates Joe Flanigan's goofy dancing Must.Be.Pimped!
Stupid blogger apparently upgraded or something. *hate* As a result, it keeps f'ing up any of my longer posts and keeps generating interal server errors. WTF. It won't let me post the Alias snark here, so I guess I'll just link it. Blech.
*kicks server and blogger and whatever else is trying to drive me insane*
Score! Teaching VanWilder how to use our protocol wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Heck, we finished early and got to leave early, too. Of course, this threw me because we don't normally leave work until closer to 7PM on Thursdays. All the way to the car, I was twitching like crazy, thinking I forgot something. *twitch* And, even better, VW told us we didn't have to do our data analysis tomorrow which means... another full day off and lots of sleeping in. Mmmm.
Am sad. FlyersBoss's last day is tomorrow. He's going to b-school, which means I must keep in touch with him so I can have a real job when he gets out. *nods*
And rowr! According to the boyfriend, his script is in the production pipeline for Season 2. From past interviews, it's supposed to be a city-centric script and not a Sheppard-centric script. *crosses fingers* If true (dear gawd, let it be true), Chris Judge should probably take notes on how not to Mary-Sue his own scripts. Meh.
So freaking bored at work. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I should be writing this report, but... so... freaking... bored. I've even read all the ff.net boyfriend fics (and GOD, how many times can a writer use the word 'smirk' in a fic: he smirked, she smirked, they smirked, smirk, smirk, smirk, smirk *headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*). And now aim express doesn't work. None of the pages that have aim express links on them load. Stupid work people have blocked it all! How can anyone be so cruel?! Meanies! Couldn't I have just a teeny bit of joy this morning before we have to teach our protocol to VanWilderBoss? And that will be fifty million kinds of FUN, I tell ya. *nods*
Woke up feeling queasy today. Am still feeling really gross. Hmmm... maybe I can go home early...
As usual, Wednesday night TV makes me wish I had a life.
I see that they finally had the balls to kill someone important on Lost. But with JJ's track record, it's probably a big ol' fake-out and/or dream. Why am I even invisitexting for this, I don't even like this show. Grr. (Oh, right, because I like my friends and want to be considerate... I think?)
Alias sucked. I've added another name to my AliasWritersWhoSuck list, not that he wasn't already on that list before, but it's now official. And if Jack gets treated the same way Mason did on 24 I will cry. Vaughn punches like a weenie. Why won't Syd DIE?! (am still deciding whether I want to write out a long recap thing - it might kill me; must remember that when told an ep is going to suck, to multiple 'suckage' by infinity and why the heck am I still watching anyway?)
Eyes had a kickass premiere. Tonight? Well... it was better than tonight's Alias. AND it had the added bonus of Tim Daly, who is hot and hot and snarky and funny and HOT. But any subplots that didn't involve Tim were silly. Like really silly. Plus, they totally wasted and mangled a key plot point from the premiere, and that just hurts. The wincing, cringing kind of hurt.
Hmm. If I go watch the million repeats of The Daily Show that are on right now, maybe I'll feel less like poking my eyes out tonight.
So Jen gave us the lowdown: the absolute, cannot go any further, most final of all final end dates... is a potential end of May. Potential because I'm really not looking beyond April. An extra month's paycheck would be nice... until the government takes 30% of it for 'taxes' and crap. Blech. So... let the bidding begin if anyone wants me. *sniffle*
Not that anyone should, because I think I'm losing my mind. It just occurred to me that I used to have a bottle of Smirnoff Ice on my windowsill because it was cold enough to leave there during the winter with the windows open. It was my emergency, no-time-to-run-to-the-fridge, oh-god-I-need-one, Right Here bottle. (Shut up, I'm so ghetto, whatever! HRMPH!) It's gone. It's been gone for days. I just realized that. And I can't remember what I did with it. Did I have an emergency I don't remember having? Or did I finally unlazy myself enough to put it back in the fridge? Huh. *goes crazy*
...okay. Just checked. It is indeed in the fridge. Phew. I really thought I was going crazy, that maybe it fell off the sill, which in hindsight, doesn't make any sense because there would have been glass and liquor all over the floor. This kind of loco is almost as bad as the time Wabbit and Rabbit rearranged my stash of soda cans in the fridge just to drive me insane and divert my attention away from the fact that they had snurched a couple. I don't like that kind of crazy. Excuse me while I go find some meds now...
While on the subject of crazy, someone solve this and get back to me with the answer. I don't like not being able to solve it. Grrr.
The big stone at work? The one that's been dangling in our faces the past few months - moreso the last two months? The one with our end-date permanently etched into it? Yeah... apparently, it's like an Etch-a-Sketch stone. One little tap and *poof!* dates and stuff disappear and are magically erased.
InternA came in this morning to tell me he really thinks we're going to last longer than he is. Lucky bastard has a true end date of the first week of May. According to him, he overheard our two new bosses discussing something and the words "you'll have [Pooh], J, and AnnoyingInternFromTheFallWhoIsComingBackThisSummer..." Whaaaa? InternA doesn't know what it's supposed to mean, or if he got all the words right, since he overheard out of context. But damn. If they plan on keeping us longer than a month, I'd like a heads up, ya know? *continues search for full time position (and/or sugardaddy)*
That being said, I fully expect to be out on my ass no later than the end of this month. Bleh.
ETA: Yeah, I suck. Been spending a bit more time at the LJ (omg, I swore I wasn't going to be such a lemming!), but only because Meg guilt trips me into it. So... because copy/paste is apparently too much work for me right now... a few thoughts on last night's Veronica Mars.
ETA2: The Vid o'DOOM (oh god, is it finished yet?!) is kicking my ass only because it's not quite as fun or funny anymore. Is it me, or do fast bouncy songs start slowing down after you've listened to it a few million times? Or maybe I'm only imagining the time warp. Hmm.
omg. have decided i am evil bitch of a friend. am feeling even more anti-social than ever today (stfu, no lame-ass jokes, dammit). must deal with annoying/stoopid/sometimes even smart people every day. can i not have my one full day off to be just for me (and any non-rl people i never see, not rl people i will be seeing in the next few days because if they really needed me now, they would just call right?) i don't mind being supportive and encouraging (i usually am very much so) but can't i have one day off, dammit. yes, please?
i'd rant more but remembered that weird people lurk here sometimes. *waves to weird people*
typing in all lowercase makes me twitch but it's my day off and i don't care anymore.
Oh, gah. Have been getting chills lately while sitting in warm rooms. Not good. Hopefully, I'm not coming down with anything.
Everyone, today is Monday. This is very significant... because tomorrow is Tuesday. Tuesday is very important. Tuesday is Veronica Mars night. This week is the first new Logan ep in forever. *squee!* Oh, yeah, Kiefer's on tonight, too. :P
Goddamn. Chills. *hugs self*
ETA: Oh, wow. A 2 hour nap made my brain all fuzzy. Weird.
Math. Is. FUN! Therefore, Numb3rs is fun (despite its stupid spelling).
Geeky-cute genius math nerds? Sexyhotyummy.
Now, if only TPTB let the Boyfriend step completely out of his math genius closet, I could have two supersmart cute math geeks for TV boyfriends. Life would be good, dammit.
A day later than I planned. Not quite completely finished as I gave up near the end due to boredom and desire for sleep, but mostly boredom.
Alias 4.13 - Tuesday
'Whoomp, there it is' ~ See various colored butts swinging in time to music. All other butts move away for a major close up on my fat ass. Oh, sorry, I mean Sydney's. '...she's got it going like a turbo jet.' Chica turns around to reveal... the universe's fakest looking wig. Dude, even Ben Affleck's hair looks more real than that. Wardrobe must have spent all their money on cheek-enhancing butt pads for this outfit. There's dancing and stuff, but I've gone blind. (As SchMikey from work would say: 'The big yellow one is the sun.') Seriously, that wig is hideous. All the girls do the bend and snap, then Syd does what she believes to be a seductive walk towards a table full of BadMen. The unlucky guy gets picked, and they dance away, talking the finer points of intel purchase orders. Syd dances like she's got a stick up her butt and doesn't want to touch the guy. Yeah, he looks kinda greasy. Ew. Syd and GreasyGuy do their little payment exchange before Syd and her ugly wig spin into oblivion.
In LA, Dixon grabs a hard drive out of a locker. He has now fulfilled his two-line dialogue quota for this episode.
Casa Flinkman ~ Mitchell's got quite a set of lungs on him. This is why kids sucks - they cry and wail and won't shut up until you smack them around a bit. Luckily, Carrie, Marshall, and the baby are adorable together. Baby gets transferred to Marshall while Carrie searches for something in the kitchen. Surprisingly, baby stops crying as soon as he's in Marshall's arms. Awwww. Loving, devoted fathers are kinda hot. Cell phone interrupts and it's Sloane, aka Mr. Heatherington, reaming him out for being late for work. Dude. 'Mr. Heatherington'? Do they really hate Marshall that much? Poor guy can't even get a simple sentence out without going into stammering spasms, and they gave him that name for part of his cover story? Domestic crisis, blah blah blah, Carrie gives Marshall a dirty look as soon as she realizes Marshall's ditching her for adult company. Mitchell saves the day with neon green projectile vomit all over daddy's shirt. Ah, the joys of parenthood.
Tequila! ~ Or what I'm going to need in a few minutes to get me through the moo-moo flirting and baby voices. Syd's walking and talking on the phone with Vaughn, who makes a lame joke about sightseeing in Cuba. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to maintain cover while dancing the salsa in three inch heels?" Syd, sweetie, I don't think it's the 3-inch heels that's making it difficult for you to be a SuperSpy. It's the lack of a healthy dose of common sense -- like how to keep your status as a big badass spy a secret by not discussing (loudly!) top sekrit mission points over the phone with your SekritSpyBoyfriend while walking outside where anyone can hear you.
Regarding the matter of the difficulty of dancing in 3 inch heels, Vaughn smiles that goober of a smile he's managed to perfect over the past three seasons, and responds with a "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do." Dude. Totally called that. Bet he's probably wearing Sydney's pink lace panties right now, too. Kinky. They flirt and make kewt over the phone about how Vaughn hates to dance... which is so obviously a crappy, emotionally manipulative moment engineered to foreshadow a later scene -- most likely after one or both have been put in and saved from mortal danger -- where they will, in fact, dance. Because omfg! he loves her that much and will dance with her even if he absolutely abhors the idea, thereby cementing the twu wuvness OTPness of these two goobers. I think I've read this in fanfic once. It might have involved a couple of boiling sacs and maybe a Sark with five or six middle names because all cocky British badasses have their names Riki-tiki-tembo'ed (you know what I'm talking about). Sorry, tangent! Back on track... Syd arrives at her getaway car and they drive off, followed closely behind by a car full of BadMen. If you didn't predict that would happen, please don't watch TV ever again.
Headquarters of Useless Spies ~ Dixon arrives at work. Why? He never gets to do anything anyway. If he worked from home, in bed, under the covers, asleep, he'd probably make about the same work contribution as he does now. Oh, right. He's got the hard drive from before. He hands it off to some tech dude, who might as well be wearing a red shirt because he's so going to die. Not Marshall and no lines? Adios. Oh, wait! He does rate a significant-looking nod from Dixon, which is even worse for him because instead of just being AnonymousExtra who could possibly live, he now has a purpose. Poor guy. We hardly knew ya.
Syd-Away Car ~ By the time Syd realizes they're being followed, it's too late. Useless!
24: Season 3, Part Deux ~ Boom! Goodbye, NamelessTechGuy. Hard drive goes kablooey and there's smoke everywhere. Dixon, being the superhero that he is, rushes in to save the guy. Okay, so maybe he does have a purpose in this episode. The ventilation system kicks in, sucking out all the icky smoke and detecting the presence of a pathogen. My question is: where did all that smoke go? Hopefully not into the LA subway system. Blaring alarms finally manage to distract Jack and Sloane from the porn on their lappies, because, you know... the really loud explosion a minute earlier was a big 'eh, who cares.' Dixon pulls NamelessGuy out of the lab. Poor NamelessDude's got boils all over his face and arms (boiling sacs!), and is beyond help. Dixon glances down at his hands and notices nice juicy things forming. Dude? I've seen this episode already. It was called 24: Day 3. Even the freaking boils and lesions look the same. A quarantine is initiated inside the hotel APO, and CTU agents Vaughn hand out cyanide pills Epi-pen-like thingermabobs. Those who don't want to die a horrible and gruesome death Everyone takes a pill injects themselves with a nameless life-saving miracle drug. GayMatt realizes he's infected and going to die, but bravely accepts his fate Dixon will be okay. However, it is way too late to save Gael NamelessTechDude because he was standing at ground zero when the biohazardous agent was released in his face. Gael's death made me cry This scene is really boring and not very suspenseful. OMG, there was so much angst and worry for everyone on 24 I hope everyone at APO dies a horrible pus-filled death so I can finally stop watching this show, as I have no willpower to stop on my own.
Death First! ~ To Syd... but only if I'm lucky. BadMen have decided to punish Syd for her ugly wig and squicky salsa dancing by bringing her to the cemetery. GreasyGuy is also there, but that's just because he's stupid and got caught. GreasyGuy starts whining and crying (since Vaughn isn't there at the moment to fulfill that particular role). HeadBadGuy shrugs and shoots him ded. Thank you. Then, because he's going to die later in the episode anyway, HeadBadGuy starts taunting Syd. Seriously, I need to write a handbook for bad guys -- Rule #1: See Syd; catch Syd; make with the shooting and not with the talking. "So would it help with your demonstration if I started crying and pleading for my life?" Oh, dear god. Please not with the crying. I beg of you. "I have something much worse planned for you." Promises, promises. Excuse me, Mr. Bad Guy? You forgot to bring a TV to the cemetery. How will you torture her by forcing her to watch post-'Phase One' Alias episodes if you didn't come prepared with a TV? *puzzled*
Games to Play While Watching Opening Credits ~ a) Pick the Sydney that looks most like a woman/duck/horse/etc. b) Chug every time a Sydney pops on screen. c) Find Waldo.
HQ of the Totally Screwed ~ Sloane, in his best Teacher From Peanuts impression: Wah wah. Wah wah. Wah waaaah wah. Jack: Yeah, ok, whatever, is this episode over yet? Marshall books it into the parking garage and blah blah blah. Nothing exciting happens. Sloane tells Marshall to stand by until he's needed. Nadia and Weiss come out of the janitor's closet for a breather and stop just long enough to ask what the hell happened. Something about a doublecross - sheesh, it's always something with these people. Lightbulb goes off above everyone's head as they finally remember that Syd is out in the field. Jack wonders if they've confirmed she was on her flight home, and Vaughn punches in Syd's cell number, because obviously, if she's on the plane, she can answer no problem.
Kill Bill Vol. 3: The Next Generation ~ I hope the cell phone ringing woke her up, because it'd be pretty pathetic of our SupaSpy to be buried with a cell and forget to use it. Aww, one missed call. THE FRELL? Syd's under ground and has 4 reception bars on her phone. I sit by my freaking window and barely get one or two. Obviously, I'm using the WRONG wireless company *coughVerizonbastardscough* Syd uses the glow from her cell to assess her situation. She finally calls the Justice League, informing them - with dramatic pauses, yo; don't forget the dramatic pauses - that she was abducted, knocked out, and placed in a coffin. Marshall, because he's a scientist and engineer and gets straight to the point, asks, for the benefit of the viewing public (cuz we stoopid), " Syd, are you ... Have you been buried?" Nah, she's just chilling with a dead villain, chit-chatting on the phone, not caring about her wireless plan because she's got free nights and weekend minutes. HELLO! Am I the only one who's wondering about battery life and, oh, I don't know... oxygen? Can't any of these people just get straight to the point? Don't the words "buried," "coffin," "no fucking clue where I am!" mean anything to anyone? Apparently not, because they continue to have a leisurely-paced conversation over the phone. Evidence that conference calls/meetings where more than 4 people are involved are of Teh Evil -- nothing ever gets accomplished. See: Syd (still) in a box.
Marshall -- who has contracted the major forehead wrinkle-age disease from Vaughn - valiantly volunteers to play superhero by going to Cuba and rescuing Syd. He tells her the only thing she has to do is stay off the phone while he's traveling. Uh, no shit? Although, I will say that if I were Syd, I'd be pretty upset I can't get to play one last game of Snake before I bite it. Sucks to be her. Marshall gets ready to go save the world, but Jack holds him up by reiterating how they have absolutely no margin for error, what with Syd's limited oxygen supply. Dude. Pot and kettle. Their entire conversation was a huge margin of error. The millions of years it took for Syd to tell them she was in deep shit and for them to tell her that they were in deep shit, too? Marshall could have been to Cuba, back, and had another baby with Carrie. Just saying. Oh, right, I keep forgetting. Time as we know it in its most traditional and realistic form does not exist on this show. Of course, there's also the magical teleportation device at the airport.
If You Can't Play Frogger on Your Cell to Pass the Time... ~ Oh GOD. Crying scene! Please tell me she's not going to be crying the entire time she's buried.
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And she's still crying. Damn. She IS going to be crying the entire ep, isn't she? ISN'T SHE?! I'm not one to nitpick - oh, hell, yes I am - but shouldn't she... I don't know... not participate in any activities that would deplete her oxygen supply faster?
According to this site, an average adult inhales/exhales 7-8 liters of air/minute while at rest. If we assume Syd's coffin is 7 ft long x 1 ft high x 5 ft wide (Custom Model: double-wide), then her box has a volume of 70 cubic feet. Because I'm an engineer, let us convert to the metric system. 70 cubic feet is approximately 1982 liters of air in Syd's box. The body consumes a net oxygen gain of 5% the volume of air with each breathe, resulting in an estimated 550 liters of pure oxygen consumption/day. If we assume air is 20% oxygen, then the volume of oxygen in Syd's box is about 196.4 liters O2 (if we ignore the volume displaced by Syd + guest). If 550 liters of pure oxygen is required per day (assuming impurities in the air, etc., is negligible), then there's a rate of oxygen consumption of 22.9 liters/hour, that is, if Syd's breathing remains even and consisten. Given the calculated volume of her box, she's got... an 8.5 hour supply? My math/logic could be wrong as I can't seem to find my graphing calculator right now to do all the differential equations that are probably needed to make a more accurate calculation. In any case, the key words are "at rest." Therefore, she should probably stop crying. If not in consideration of her oxygen supply, then for my sanity.
Or maybe she can be productive and try to put her fists through the coffin? I'm sure, eventually, she'll break through.
Syd, Who? *yawn* ~ Sloane is pissy. That's pretty much all I got out of this scene. I'm so underwhelmed by Sloane this season. *yawn* But LMFAO at Nadia getting reprimanded for not paying attention. Dude. Whispering right in front of the teacher? Amateur. That's what pens and pads are for. To play hangmanpass take notes. Not that I do that at any of my meetings at work. Nope. Not at all. Lalalala. "Third Faction wants us on our heels. They think they can bomb our operation. They think they can bury our agents alive. And they think that will stop us. Well, they're wrong." Well, that much is pretty true. The only thing that can stop this now, and put us all out of misery... is blessed cancellation.
Havana ~ Marshall's sweating up a storm trying to make his op-tech. I guess other things happen, but I can't stop LMFAO at the old lady practically hitting on him. Creepy. And kinky.
Die Already, Beyotch ~ Syd is still not dead yet. *le sigh* Syd calls APO and tells them to figure out who her dead contact was because that will lead them to the other BadMen. Syd finishes and immediately starts repeating the conversation, because she's running out of oxygen. About damn time. Jack gets emotional and leaves the room. Jack woobie! He calls up Marshall to find out what's happening. Marshall's got Syd's signal and hopefully he's not too late. Vaughn calls Syd to tell her to hold on, and there's another mention of dancing. Why is it when someone's about to die a slow horrible lonely death, there's always some kind of promise to go dancing? It's like a metaphor, right?
MightyMarshall to the Rescue ~ SuperMarshall arrives at the cemetery. Dude, where's your shovel? Syd's battery finally dies with a 'goodbye.' LMFAO. Meanwhile, Marshall's in a tizzy because there are seven fresh graves, and he has no clue which one is Sydney's. In a moment of brilliance, Marshall tells Vaughn to pass the satellite over his position. There's boring back and forth geek bantering about computers and prompts, and it's official - from the old married couple bickering between these two, Vaughn has obviously been cheating on Weiss. Marshall finds a shovel (ok, now that's just dumb fucking luck). Vaughn uses thermal skillz to find Syd. Marshall finds the correct grave and starts digging like a digging fiend. Slow down, Marshall. No, really, SLOW the fuck DOWN. No need to rush it... Marshall finally hits the top of the coffin, which is barely ONE foot under. See? If Syd concentrated hard enough, she totally could have put her fist through that cheap plywood and crawled out. He pops the top just like that, and I'm a little disappointed to see how large the coffin is. Do they even make coffins that size? Back at APO, there is a Jack/Nadia moment. YOU SAW IT, DO NOT DENY IT. And everyone else? They're all sitting there, waiting to see if Syd will respond. Eh, she's only been slowly deprived of oxygen for the past few hours or so. Not like there's a need to call an ambulance or something.
Vaughn, as always, is Mr. Obvious: "That's her. She's moving." Shut up, dillhole.
Sydney regains consciousness. Damn her super-regenerative powers. Damn her persistence. If she had just stayed buried for the entire episode, this would have been the best episode ever.
Hey, Boo Boo ~ Ok, Marshall with baby is way too freaking cute. I'm all mushy now. LMFAO at his song. Marshall, clearly conflicted by his secret spy status, promises Carrie he'll be home that night. I don't get it – why can't they just let Carrie in on the big sekrit? They let Weiss in, for god's sake.
[This is where I stopped paying attention. Once the possibilities of Sydney accidentally dying diminishes to nil, what's the point? It's also the point I pretty much stopped recapping because it was way past my bedtime. Sorry. Sleep vs. Alias snark? Pretty obvious choice.]
Bristow. Marshall Bristow ~ lmfao. Marshall trying to channel Jack is hilarious. And why is Syd surprised that Marshall knows German? Shouldn't they have known that already? Why does Marshall get the hard missions and every mission Syd has is easy but she still manages to screw up? Ahaha. Marshall accidentally kills Ulrich. Unfortunately for him, they still need Ulrich in the basement for some firewall thingy. If this turns into Weekend at Bernie's, I will cry. Cry big sobbing Syd tears. Luckily, Jack says all they need is Ulrich's eye. Marshall looks squicked out, but Jack assures him he'll talk him through the operation. If anyone can give someone step by step instructions on the proper protocol for eye-scoopage, it would be Jack. Rowr! As expected, Marshall screws up the first time. Kinda wish they showed it. That would have been cool. And wtf! Jack doesn't know what a spork is? *am disappointed in SpyDaddy*
Stuff happens. Syd busts her way into the club, kicks ass, takes numbers, and meets up with Marshall, who's more than willing to pass on the eye. They get down to the basement and Marshall gets to work on the terminal while Syd keeps the BadMen occupied. In hindsight, yelling "I'm out!" of bullets is probably not a good idea as it's a huge neon sign letting the bad guys know you have nothing to defend yourself with. Usually, that's their cue to come after you. But because this is Syd we're talking about… blahblahblah… Marshall and Syd get what they need, Badmen die, and they go home. Syd drives Marshall home, and he has a moment of angst over keeping secrets from his wife. Aww. Syd looks like she doesn't care and just wants Marshall out of the car, that inhuman beyotch.
The End ~ Everyone's at the conference table, putting together a 1000 piece puzzle or maybe just coloring. Hard to tell. Dixon rambles over, says his third line of the ep, and sits down. The guy slept the entire episode and did absolutely nothing. So… pretty much what he does every episode, huh? Dixon needs to get a new job. He's obviously not needed here except to mind the BitchVan while on assignment.
Mooooooooo ~ Syd sits and waits at the train station. Guess who shows up? VAUGHN. Because they need to resolve the issue of his hating to dance, blah blah. And instead of going to a club or wherever people normally go to dance, they start dancing in the middle of the train station. CHEESE! But I will have to give props to Vaughn and Sydney's SoulmateLurve. If the guy, an admitted dance hater, could suck it up to not only dance with her but do it in such a public non-dancing forum, then there's no denying their love is so pure and so right and so twu. Sydney&Vaughn4Eva&EvaOMFG!!!11!!!!
And that's probably a good place to end this. Heh. Except for Marshall and the horrible Syd's Gonna Die teasing without the follow-through, this ep was decent but nothing spectacular. I have to say, though, that all that pre-season squee over Drew? Still not seeing it. *shrugs*
