I’m sorry, but how did Cass walk into that bar, sit there for however long, and be completely fucking clueless to the fact that he was surrounded by demons? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?
Also Sam needs to shave. And I’d love to see him with a real haircut.
I miss Crowley.
The season premier was disappointing. Deeply disappointing. Here’s hoping the season picks up.
Shouldn’t somebody be in charge of Hell though? I mean, I’m a firm believer in spontaneous order, but if you actively continue to disrupt the natural resumption of order, isn’t the resulting chaos worse?
Do you pronounce it Cartian or Carteeszhian? I honestly don’t know. Because you don’t pronounce the S in DeCartes. Why are the French so confusing?
I enjoyed this. You know I have such a hard time with being a fan and knowing where that person’s politics lie. I’ve had a love hate relationship with Rollins for years. I still think he’s a hypocrite and a dick, but I do also still enjoy his prose. He’s a very talented writer, and he’s very intelligent, though he doesn’t act like it, far too often.
You’ve wandered off again.
That doesn’t really differentiate, now that I think about it.
Honestly, who gives a shit? Capitalism for the win. Everybody’s got bills. She’s not breaking the law.
Let them eat donuts.
This is just not OK.
“What is ‘delightful’?”
All of my students forgot boss’ day this year. Sigh.
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I’m going to have this stuck in my head for the next year, but it’s better than the damn Depeche Mode song that was stuck there for a week solid. I thought I’d go mad.
I tried to set up a book exchange, but people suck.
Idiocracy. This is a classic example of technology making people dumber.
He’s not even one of ours.
Why can’t I finish this paper?
It’s a lesson in sensible footwear.
I keep getting distracted on these and keep forgetting I’m supposed to be sharing my raaaaaaandom thoughts with you. So many thoughts just gone now. Wasted. On account of I forgot.
I forgot to tell you –
Stop telling me I don’t have the right to worry about my son being falsely accused of sexual assault.
Seriously, between Elizabeth Warren and the NPCs, this might be my favorite week on the internet ever.
I legitimately cannot remember the last time I spoke to her. And I’m OK with that.
Now would be an excellent time for a nap.
“Write more than you talk about writing.” Well. There you go.
This stupid mid-fall break is fucking me up. I keep thinking it’s a bloody holiday.
I might have to actually sit in on that lecture. Could be interesting.
I need to put my Halloween presentation together. Such a slacker.
Does it open with Jason Isaacs running? Because there seems to be an awful lot of footage of Jason Isaacs running in the world.
It’s a good day for a Once More With Feeling rewatch. Probably. Too bad I’m at work. And have to work. And be at work tomorrow. To work.
Maybe I misunderstood every single one of them, then.