January 1st, 2005

MST3K - fish

Blame the champagne.

I think I like Randy now, although I really didn't like him before. Because he says he likes the original CSI, likes Miami EXCEPT for David Caruso, likes SG1 but doesn't like Atlantis because it's too soap opera-y, used to wear Battlestar Galactica socks when he was a kid... Come on!

So, the party was pretty fun, and we didn't even hit any drive-by Breathalyzers on the way home. I totally need a new CD player, though, because this five-year-old-tape-instead-of-battery-cover deal so isn't working. Had two glasses of champagne, and all it's seemed to do is make my thinking clearer, my balance better, and my confidence more. So there you go. I'm so going to have to keep myself halfway buzzed when I'm older, I'll get so much work done...
MST3K - fish

Dark Angel (and CSI) has warped my mind.

Whenever I pop in a DVD for a series, I always skim the titles of the episodes on the main screen. When I popped the second-to-last Dark Angel in and read the titles aloud, I was quite delighted when I reached the last one. "'She Ain't Heavy'... She's my sister! *pause* Where the HELL did that come from?!?"

It didn't help that there's a scene in one of the episodes where Logan's wearing white gloves in a dark room with spiky hair and no glasses, and I go "Bwuh, Greg?"

CSI/Dark Angel. Yeah, that's a fanfic I want to read.

And now I'm back to finding either Max/White or Logan/Alec stories. Yeah, shuddup y'all.