Mark Snow's music is infuriatingly intrusive. Hadn't really thought about it deeply until M mentioned it, although I had found it intrusive before.
But now that I *have* noticed it, I'm all "somebody please take that boy's synthesiser and put it under a steamroller". I have the same reaction with Smallville as well.
Shame really, since I actually liked the angst angels thing going on in S8. Was one of the few
Anyway, Triangle. The 1939 Scully... do we ever find out what she was actually called? (I'm assuming it wasn't "Scully" also.)
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In other news, looks like I am going to get laid off in the worst media recession for more than 10 years. Told parents this, and got a load of utter shite off them, which, no matter how much I may deserve it, was not the most helpful of reactions -- and worse, it was unexpected.
Don't want to talk to anyone or do anything right now, and I must, I must. This is what comes of defining oneself by what one does rather than who one is.
I swear to God, I am about two hours away from being fitted with the white strappy jacket with all the buckles and carted off to the laughing house with all the other loopers.
It may all turn out well. But I have a doom-sodden feeling about it.
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Going to watch Lord of the Rings, FINALLY. Then I am going to paint the plaster in the bathroom with PVA and put mastic around the bath. I know how to live the wild life.
Sean Bean had better be fit. That's all I'm saying.
So I had to do it. Watched new Farscape on Monday: Neener.
What can I tell you about 'Bad Day in the Diner at the End of the Universe' which is not spoily? Hmmm.
D'Argo looks *very* fetching in black. Loved the CGI. The bad guys in this ep were disgusting and annoyed the living shite out of me after about 15 minutes. Chiana and Crais were excellent in the scenes they had. The J/A dynamic was... strange but promising. Rygel rocked. Angst on the horizon.
I am intrigued for Thursday. Better remember to programme the damned video.