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mrsronweasley) wrote2006-11-29 08:07 am
mrsronweasley) wrote2006-11-29 08:07 am
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Before I forget, here are the Bad Things That Jarred:
1) Heightmeyer. Dr. Heightmeyer, ever hear of doctor/patient confidentiality? Elizabeth is not Teyla's mommy. And even if she were, there is still such a thing as doctor/patient confidentiality. HELLO, HI.
2) Okay. I didn't actually notice it the first time around, but uhm, when I was rewatching certain, um, parts later on, this jumped out at me like a shark: the women lie in bed unconscious while the men stand over them, and then Go Save The Day. Uhm. I love this show, but women? Get JIPPED. Even as Teyla was kicking Ronon's ass, she was still the emotional one reacting to the ghosts and ended up nearly dying on a sick bed. Elizabeth swooned with no preamble at all - an excuse to have John carry her to the infirmary? Man, I don't think I like that. So, even in 2006, in another galaxy, it's the guys who are ultimately the heros of the show, no matter how many sticks Teyla can beat John and Ronon with. Elizabeth is in charge, and that's GREAT, but she really needs more to do than just stand around listening to the men bicker. So, next time, show? Please do something for the girls. They can do better than that.
Other than that? YAY SHOW! Still giddy. I mean...WHALES. WHALES.
The best part may have been when, about half an hour after I was done watching it, I got a call from Anna who was WEEPING with laughter, totally incoherent, and still not even done with the entire thing yet. She just had to share. Which is good, because she definitely got a weepy phonecall from me earlier asking her WHY OH MY GOD IS SHE NOT PICKING UP HER PHONE BECAUSE SHOW.
And this totally made my morning: I picked up The Metro on my way to the train, and the first thing I saw when I opened up the Entertainment section was a picture of Shane MacGowan. I did a double and triple take, and it was still there. Still ugly as hell, holding a drink and wearing an awful scarf. I nearly did Paul Gross Arms. There was an article about the Christmas songs you won't get on the radio, and of course, they mentioned "Fairytale of New York", and just when I thought it wouldn't get better, they done and mentioned "Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis" right above The Pogues - Tom Waits and Shane MacGowan all in one place. Clearly, somebody was thinking of me and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cabari there. *sends love to New Jersey*
(Here's what the Tom Waits bit said: "No one can make the underbelly of life as touching and universal as Tom Waits." *bursts with undying love*)
And then, in the news section, there was a whole spread on the assasination of Alexander Litvinenko and the whole history of KGB/FSB and wow:
(on spy assasinations):
"But if you're looking for creativity, Russians are always the best. Russians have plenty of special weapons created just for them. They have huge experience eliminating enemies in the most creative ways."
My homeland, everyone.
*sigh*
In OTHER not so good news, I think I'm still blocked in terms of writing. At least, I hope that's what this inability to write is. *pokes it* Seriously, I've lost my mojo. Help. Dry as the Sahara.
Oh God, just got a call from parents, asking me if my mom can make temporary use of my laptop. Um. NO. I have about twenty tabs open with all sorts of porn to read. And my LJ. And my email. And did I mention NO? I hate doing this to her, because I know it can be annoying not being able to use a computer? But she'll get over not using it. I'm not sure I'll get over her using it. *shudders*
1) Heightmeyer. Dr. Heightmeyer, ever hear of doctor/patient confidentiality? Elizabeth is not Teyla's mommy. And even if she were, there is still such a thing as doctor/patient confidentiality. HELLO, HI.
2) Okay. I didn't actually notice it the first time around, but uhm, when I was rewatching certain, um, parts later on, this jumped out at me like a shark: the women lie in bed unconscious while the men stand over them, and then Go Save The Day. Uhm. I love this show, but women? Get JIPPED. Even as Teyla was kicking Ronon's ass, she was still the emotional one reacting to the ghosts and ended up nearly dying on a sick bed. Elizabeth swooned with no preamble at all - an excuse to have John carry her to the infirmary? Man, I don't think I like that. So, even in 2006, in another galaxy, it's the guys who are ultimately the heros of the show, no matter how many sticks Teyla can beat John and Ronon with. Elizabeth is in charge, and that's GREAT, but she really needs more to do than just stand around listening to the men bicker. So, next time, show? Please do something for the girls. They can do better than that.
Other than that? YAY SHOW! Still giddy. I mean...WHALES. WHALES.
The best part may have been when, about half an hour after I was done watching it, I got a call from Anna who was WEEPING with laughter, totally incoherent, and still not even done with the entire thing yet. She just had to share. Which is good, because she definitely got a weepy phonecall from me earlier asking her WHY OH MY GOD IS SHE NOT PICKING UP HER PHONE BECAUSE SHOW.
And this totally made my morning: I picked up The Metro on my way to the train, and the first thing I saw when I opened up the Entertainment section was a picture of Shane MacGowan. I did a double and triple take, and it was still there. Still ugly as hell, holding a drink and wearing an awful scarf. I nearly did Paul Gross Arms. There was an article about the Christmas songs you won't get on the radio, and of course, they mentioned "Fairytale of New York", and just when I thought it wouldn't get better, they done and mentioned "Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis" right above The Pogues - Tom Waits and Shane MacGowan all in one place. Clearly, somebody was thinking of me and
cabari there. *sends love to New Jersey*(Here's what the Tom Waits bit said: "No one can make the underbelly of life as touching and universal as Tom Waits." *bursts with undying love*)
And then, in the news section, there was a whole spread on the assasination of Alexander Litvinenko and the whole history of KGB/FSB and wow:
(on spy assasinations):
"But if you're looking for creativity, Russians are always the best. Russians have plenty of special weapons created just for them. They have huge experience eliminating enemies in the most creative ways."
My homeland, everyone.
*sigh*
In OTHER not so good news, I think I'm still blocked in terms of writing. At least, I hope that's what this inability to write is. *pokes it* Seriously, I've lost my mojo. Help. Dry as the Sahara.
Oh God, just got a call from parents, asking me if my mom can make temporary use of my laptop. Um. NO. I have about twenty tabs open with all sorts of porn to read. And my LJ. And my email. And did I mention NO? I hate doing this to her, because I know it can be annoying not being able to use a computer? But she'll get over not using it. I'm not sure I'll get over her using it. *shudders*