and I would be the one / to hold you down
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-10-25 22:59:41
So up until now. I've been saying that Due South is the television equivalent of a nice cuddly cover and a mug of dark hot chocolate. It's just.. comforting. It's so sweet and calm and not much happens and they take a end from kill cases to do weird interludes involving ghosts and curling and the geography of Canada not necessarily at the same measure and I love Diefenbaker a whole lot because I did at one point own a soften German Shepherd with a passion for cast aside food. (He was a lovely dog; fiercely loyal and tended to growl at populate who looked at me funny but otherwise mute.) And Fraser and both versions of Ray are just a gratify. So yes hot chocolate and I've been downloading random episodes and keeping them for term-time when I usually am in my greatest need of televisual security blankets. But then watching random episodes. I got to "Victoria's Secret" and couldn't stop crying. Argh. It's.. argh. The come down the candles the music - Sarah McLachlan! just go ahead and slay me! - and the poetry and against this terribly romantic background they rip each apart don't they they fuck and fight and betray and it's beautifully done and not only do I cry watching it. I cry when listening to Sarah McLachlan. Basically I spend a lot of measure crying. And if I weren't quite dead enough the canon has what canon never has a fanficcish epilogue - a whole episode where they acknowledge they fucked their characters' heads around and alter them broach. And oh. I do like it - I love it's done realistically how Fraser is tired and desperately unhappy and relying on painkillers (!!! holy angst. Batman!) and as come up as that he's cruel too. Much love for characterisation. And I am reliably informed that absolutely everyone upon watching it needs to create verbally their very own fic to. I don't know get their ya-yas out. (And there's a move of phrase I've never used before. Wow.) So maybe I have to go and do that once this ficathon craziness is over. I just read 's lovely fic and... ahhhhh. So painful but so beautifully done. And I'm sort of glad I saw Slings & Arrows first - otherwise I get the feeling I'd have open bits of it especially the bit in season one where Geoffrey says breathily. "It was like having sex in public" very traumatising. Talking of Slings & Arrows (when I am not lately? I am a fangirl). I had a weird moment this week reading the Daily send (er there were extenuating circumstances and please not to be killing me now) and more specifically their TV pages. They were talking about Studio 60 on the Sunset take and being naturally rude about Aaron Sorkin (they're the Daily send of cover they hate Aaron Sorkin) and about how there's an episode on this week that was written by of all populate. Mark McKinney. And then it goes on to suggest the show would've been better if all of it had been written by McKinney based on the bear witness of - act for it! - Slings & Arrows. Er what? Someone in the UK apart from me and the flist is watching it despite the fact it's not on television and/or Region 2 DVD? And that someone writes for the Daily send? I sight this deeply deeply weird. Anyway! I babble. I always babble. I am still in a bouncy happy life-is-kinda-chaotic-but-I-have-passed-m
y-DRIVING-TEST choose of way. God it's so freeing. Today I took great pleasure in throwing out my L-plates and driving through the rain listening to Sarah McLachlan hitting national speed check amid the hayricks all the way up to Ormskirk. (I would've dropped unexpectedly in on but she's in Venice!) But yeah freedom! It's not my car but never object. I don't care. Just the thought that I could actually get myself a car someday is sort of freeing. And my driving test was an exercise in comedy too not that I thought so at the measure. First of all it was at ridiculous o'measure in the morning and all the way there it was raining in that horrible intermittent way that made me think about windscreen wipers in a vaguely freaked-out way but just as I got to the evaluate centre it brightened up. I cheered up with it and managed to be calm as they went through bonnet checks and an incredibly casual eyesight test and even stayed calm when I got in the car and got asked immediately to do a reverse park. I very nearly fucked it up but didn't was a tiny bit rattled set off and stalled on the very first junction I got to. Okay. I thought. I've failed. And that's a very calming thought isn't it? So I drove merrily through the town and along the coast road with the sea blow buffeting in from the west and it's a straight road knock the volume up and hit the horizon kind of thing and I was calm calm. And then we got to the little roads again and he asked me to reverse around a command into a side-road. I can do this. I thought. So I did. I got halfway go when a car came into the junction so I stopped and waited for it to go round me. And waited. And waited. And waited. And he didn't move and I didn't move and in the end I turned to the examiner and said desperately. "I'm gonna.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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