God, I've been in a weird mood this weekend. I watched a lot of episodes of various shows - none of which blew me away, but I now do know for certain that Painkiller Jane is utter crap (yeah, you were right, xkatjafx mumblemumble) - watched my left wrist heal and... blah, got nothing done, I suppose.

I'm still hopelessly drooling over Terrence Mann (and pictures like these don't help any, thank you very much)... in fact, I believe the last tv show I re-watched so obsessively must have been Miracles. Not even in my SGA-fangirliest days did I ever watch and watch and re-watch again several episodes of the show.

If "What About Bob" and "Birds of a Feather" were video tapes, they'd be almost worn through by now.

Apart from that, I kept reading too much Firefly fanfic, although mostly because I'd found some rec links somewhere.
Let me tell you, in any given story: The more coherent River gets and the more intelligent Jayne sounds, the higher is the probability for utter OOC-ness. Bleh.
I don't want to read about generic Mary-Sue-I-have-cool-weapons-plus-a-painful-past-and-can-kill-you-with-my-brain who boinks her cool-knight-in-shining-armor-with-a-heart-of-gold and lives a Romeo and Juliet kind of romance, what with their "families" disapproving and threatening Jayne with the "special hell" (which also grows old very fast, let me tell you) and/or dismemberment.

While my cat keeps meeping at me.

:::sigh:::

I have ordered "The Scarlet Pimpernel" soundtrack so I can drool over Terrence Mann's voice some more. I need a spoon. And a drool bucket. And possibly less black tea.

:::heavier sigh:::

I want a new brain. A more productive one, preferably.