When Sesame Street does a musical episode and they devote an entire song at the drycleaners to getting mustard out of a shirt... I have to assume it's an homage to Buffy.
50 Shades of... what is this fuckery?
Seriously? Someone got rich writing this?
So, so glad I didn't spend my money on it.
I find it completely amusing (and baffling) that this conversation took place with my ex-husband. Amid a discussion about OUaT and the relative hotness of the characters/actors within... the topic turned to Jennifer Morrison.
Me: Yeah, I would turn gay for her.
Him: For THAT?
Me: Don't diss my baby! She's gorgeous!
Him: Well, you wouldn't be that type.
Me: What type?
Him: She's pretty butch.
Me: Wait... so what, you think I'd be some sort of prissy lipstick lesbian?
Him: Well, yeah.
Firstly, doubtful. I am the least prissy/girly person I know. I much more identify with Emma than Regina, or with Rizzoli instead of Isles, you get the picture. So... yeah. There's that.
Secondly, WHY IS EVERYONE ASSUMING I'VE TURNED GAY ALL OF A SUDDEN??!?!?!
I mean, yeah, I get that I started it with the turning comment. But this is not a new conversation with him. His scripted response is along the lines of "yeah, right, I wish" and be done with it.
And, secondly, this isn't a new thing, so why is everyone around me suddenly picking up on it? Is it because I haven't been in a relationship lately? Two years? Is there some sort of time limit? I can make as many comments about women in the media I want as long as I'm actually fucking a man at the time?
"Well, she's been single for two years. No dicks in that vagina. Obviously she's a lesbian. Break out the flannel and double ended dildos, crank up some Ellen on the tv for this one."
Happy Birthday, James. You have made the last five years of my life wonderful beyond the telling of it.
Five years in five minutes.
Yeah, I have no excuse. None.
Because there is a vast lack of any good tv at the moment, I have been looking for something to numb my brain. AND, couple that with the fact that looking at Regina/Emma fic apparently makes tumblr think I am gay as fuck... tumblr has been heavily promoting the show Rizzoli & Isles to me.
Tonight, I figured why not? It couldn't hurt. Let's get the first epi and see where we go.
Holy crap! Why did no one tell me this was on?
Also... I can't... I have no words... I am so ashamed. About twenty minutes in (and I am proud of myself for waiting this long, usually when a new show comes on, I am *straight* to imdb) I had to look at imdb to place everyone. Specifically Maura Isles. Because... hello... familiar. Huh, Sasha Alexander, I know that name...
And then I facepalmed.
How the heck did I not recognise my baby?!??!?!
CAITLIN, it's YOU!!!!
Michael is currently sitting on the loungeroom floor reading his Wiggles book as follows.
"Feathersword, I love you. Murray, I love you."
HEEE. I think my son slashes the Wiggles!!!
** Disclaimer: I am crazier than a crazy thing and I think people should just ignore me, while I go publish myself in "everyone thinks we're insane-o's home journal".
** This post bought to you by INSANITY.
OMG, my eyes, my eyes!!!
Tumblr, do you have no adult warnings whatsoever? That was not cool!
I... seriously... there was a hand drawn picture fanart of Buffy and Giles and I was all "oh, cute... heh, remember way back over a decade ago when I used to write Buffy/Giles fiction? Good times."
And then I kept scrolling.
The bottom half of the cartoon had NO CLOTHES. And it was very graphic, like... medically and anatomically and pornally correct.
MY EYES. MY SWEET INNOCENT EYES.
Is there no warning system for this?