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bossymarmalade) wrote2003-12-18 01:36 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote2003-12-18 01:36 pm
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It's a breathtakingly lovely day outside my window. Why isn't this week OVER? Why haven't I finished either of my SeSas? Why am I such an IDIOT?!?
Anyhow, am busy busy busy writing away. Am taking this moment to recap, because I was finally able to catch last night's
Okay, so I was prepared for the opening with the kissing and all, because they showed it in the previews. What I liked was Ryan dragging (useless!) Marissa to see Master and Commander, and the little Russell Crowe joke. Har har, Marissa! No, wait, she flubbed it. There's this horrible face-twisting thing that some people do when they're making an in-joke or a pun, like they're trying to convey their deep, deep cleverness, and that's what Mischa Barton was trying. Or her thong was riding up. With her, the reason for her bizarre facial expressions is always kind of a crapshoot.
Anyhow! She tells Ryan she loves him, he goes blank and politely says "Thank you." Hey, I half expected him to say, "I love...cake" like Eric did on That 70's Show, so it was still a pretty good response, all things considered.
Which leads me to...something. Why do shows like this always have the girl saying I love you first? We all know there's a huge contingent of sappy guys out there, the kind who insist on buying a girl stuffed fucking animals and always defer to whatever she wants to do. Why don't those guys get on shows?
Anyhow. I'm tangentially inclined today, obviously. Marissa fucks off, thank God; there's a fairly adorable moment when she gets in her SUV and Ryan dutifully comes over for a good-bye kiss and pokes his head in through the open window, and she gives him a demure little peck on the cheek, and he pulls back out and bumps his head, and they're so confused and awkward but still going through the motions that I almost like Marissa for a second. Fortunately, I come to my senses by the time she drives off; Ryan darts inside his poolhouse for some quality brood-time, but finds a half-nekkid hootchie in there instead! It's Kirsten's younger sister, Hayley/Hailey/Hailie! She's kind of a stupid tramp!
Credits. I notice Julie, and think with fondness about her being a whorehouse madam on firefly. Then I think about Mal, and Jayne, and that keeps me occupied until the show comes back on.
Seth wanders blearily through the living room and finds Ryan crashed on the sofa, and gets the news of HHH's arrival from him. Sandy and Kirsten are doing a crossword at the table and sharing a seat, and let me warn you NOW that I am completely in love with these two and will be gushing about them a lot. Seth is not so enamoured (even though I think he was kind of turned on that time he found his parents making love on the kitchen table, hence his hypervigilance when they display affection) and tells them that there's "no sex in the champagne room." I wonder briefly if Seth has had any friends ever.
Between his rambling and Ryan's mumbling, they convey to Kirsten that HHH is in the hizzouse, just when said hootchie wanders out in her t-shirt and panties. She's run out of money, just like Sandy surmised, and intends to stick around for a bit.
Now, I was still a little groggy from Trilogy Tuesday, so if I get the next few events jumbled around a little, just ignore me. Unless you didn't see the show, in which case, I have a photographic memory, yo.
So Kirsten and Sandy have a little married-couple byplay, where they talk in shorthand and finish each others' sentences. It's cute, it's familiar, they pull it off beautifully. HHH is, of course, horrified that they know each other so well; presumably, her idea of a deep friendship/relationship is not hogging the eightball. She mocks Kirsten for being so boring. HHH is stupid and reminds me of crappy fangirlz/boyz back in comicfic who thought Scott and Jean were dull because they were, eeeiw! -- together. Well, I love Scott and Jean, and I love Sandy and Kirsten. And I hate your panties, HHH.
Marissa I think at this point is at therapy, and runs into that lame Oliver dude in the lobby. For a brief moment of shining hope, I think they might get together since she's mad at Ryan right now, but then realize that's a pipe dream. He does, however, invite her to a party at the penthouse of the Four Seasons. She breaks it to him that she has a bf, and Oliver in turn says yeah, maybe his "girlfriend" "Nicole" will come up to "see" him as well. Yuh-huh.
While Ryan confesses all to Seth downstairs over a video game, Kirsten and HHH are having a chat in the bedroom, since HHH brough nothing to wear and she's mocking Kirsten's sweater set from Talbot's, which Kirsten hastens to explain was a gift. What is Talbot's, Americans? Is it what![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silvrsolace would call a "budima" store, ie. lots of crochet in holiday designs and pants with pleats?
As I'm sure you can surmise, HHH mocks Kirsten's closeness to Sandy and accuses her of being in a rut, especially since they're doing their traditional dinner for New Years'. Kirsten, sadly, is taken in by this; I think it's because HHH brings up the whole thing about Caleb calling her "Kiki", which is seemingly a huge annoyance for her. Seriously, her agitation at this makes her incoherent. I love her.
But HHH eventually convinces Sandy and Kirsten to go to some party she gives them directions to, and evil deed done, HHH prances downstairs to accost the boys, who are depressed and near-comatose on the sofa. She mocks their intentions to stay in and tells them both to go to the Four Seasons party, because otherwise Marissa will be doing damage to Oliver with her bony face at midnight. This makes sense to the boys, so they get dressed; Seth's burgundy shirt-and-tie ensemble with little white stars on both is absolutely adorable. Much better than leather wristcuff boy's black-and-blue look.
The boys are about to leave when a whole flock of fucking idiot partygoers arrives at casa de Cohen, breaking lamps and oozing obnoxiousness with every drunken yowl. Seth and Ryan, being neither of them impressed by these shenanigans, opt to stay home and guard the house. How much do I love them for that? It makes up for every time I've squirmed in horror through the Crazy Party plot device in other shows.
Sandy and Kirsten drive to dinner. Kirsten lays her pitch about how they could stand some more excitement in their lives; Sandy retaliates by defying the GPS lady, who sternly admonishes him to make a u-turn at the first possible opportunity. They are so cute, *I* want to marry them. They decide to ditch the dinner and just go straight to the party.
Meanwhile, Face-Bones is sitting on the bar counter at her party. Just, eiw. She eats a lime and I think about how much I preferred when she was puking on herself in Haley Joel Osment's bedroom. Her ugly dress would be much improved by some vomit, let me tell you.
Oliver (who is SO OBVIOUSLY NOT the host of this party) announces to her that he's making virgin mojitos. This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I've had mojitos, and they tasted like food. The only reason I kept drinking them was because of the alcohol content. But Marissa apparently is not part of society, because she's never heard of mojitos. I guess if the alcohol is *out* of the bottle and in a mixed drink, she's never had anything to do with it.
By the way, Marissa brought Summer to this party with her. And naturally, just because I was dreading it, they run into fucking Anna, who's wearing the ugliest white lace concoction I've ever seen. She gives some story about how her parents are friends with the parents of the person throwing the party, which I take to mean that she got a grudging "responsibility" invite. That makes sense, because please -- who would invite Anna's neon pink blush to a party? Certainly not I.
Her and Summer, naturally, talk about how they're not going to think about Seth at all. And then proceed to talk about Seth. Ahhh, the brick wall, she hurts!
There are naked people jumping into the Cohen's pool. Seth decided that this is beyond the pale...and makes Ryan go tell HHH to kick everybody out. Hee! I love that SO much. I mean, what better sign that you're part of the family than your peer sending you to do the dirty work?
Ryan, looking more exasperated by the second, goes off to find HHH while Seth, presumably, runs in little hyperventilating circles. HHH is holed up in a bedroom, having an exceedingly poorly-acted argument with some cheap floozy about the three thousand dollars that she owes cheap floozy, not to mention what...Cameo? Cammie? Camille? Fuck, somebody enunciate! -- is going to do to HHH once she hears she's in town.
Considering he's seen FIVE BILLION TIMES WORSE in Chino, Ryan is unimpressed and tells HHH that she needs to stop the party. He is firm on this point, and I like it. HHH begs to talk to the boys about it, and under pretense of finding a quiet place to talk...locks them in the poolhouse. omg they are the cutest things EVER!
Sandy and Kirsten arrive at the party, which looks dull and they say so since I LOVE THEM. Some trollop comes over and exhorts Sandy to put his watch in the bowl, and the Cohens catch on pretty quickly that they're at a swinger party. Boo-yah! They decide to stay, and Sandy "drops" his watch in the bowl. They didn't show his expensive timepiece hitting the glass, I don't believe it's in there.
Skeleton McGee is...Jesus, what the fuck is she doing? Complaining, or something. I don't care. Summer and Anna are trying to flirt with a guy, but since they're sitting next to each other, they're unsure who he's winking at. Ever pro-active, Summer drags Anna over and asks the guy, and he ends up talking to her and not Michelle Phillips. Seriously, y'all, Anna looks like she should be singing "Monday, Monday" or eloping with Dustin Hoffman, that's how ugly and old-fashioned her lace thing is. Anyhow, apparently, Anna really likes Seth. Whatever.
The boys are splayed out in the poolroom, Ryan on his bed and Seth on the floor, and they're so utterly sweet. Seth wants to know if Ryan does love Marissa, and Ryan is understandably confused. He DOESN'T KNOW LOVE, dammit! Anyhow, he dithers and then says, yeah, he guesses he does, and asks Seth which one he likes better. I don't remember what Seth's answer was, which means he probably deflected the question really well. But their bonding is interrupted by HHH, who needs their help -- Cameo has arrived at the party.
Sandy is effortlessly schmoozing at the party; Kirsten has reservations. Trollop who's running the party comes and gives her some advice about My First Swing Party, and how it saved her marriage. Trollop is semi-glamourously attired in sparkling silver and jewels, nothing like a real swinger at all, so I find her knowing attitude irksome. Kirsten's particularly easily-influenced this episode, however, so this casts some sort of new light on the situation.
On the other side of town, Anna leaves the party. On yet another side of town, Ryan and Seth kick out the last of the partygoers; this also makes me pleased, because I was dreading some sort of hijinks where they timidly ask people to leave and then are mocked and abused. But no, they tell HHH, all they did was turn off the power and tell everybody the cops were coming. Dear boys.
Sandy finds Kirsten, who is halfway asleep because the ornithologist who's chatting her up is just that boring. Ugly, too. Anyhow, Sandy thinks it's time to go home, but Kirsten's still being contrary and wants to hang around. Sandy dismisses ornithologist Bob with a flick of his eyebrows (which is a magnificent sight and I hope to watch it on rewind many, many times). He thinks they've been daring enough for one night. But Miss Kirsten gets her way, and they wait while everybody chooses watches out of the fishbowl. Trollop gets some ugly dude, and that's kind of cool because it's usually ugly or fat chicks who are the butt of that kind of joke.
And hey, it's as I suspected all along -- everybody's chosen and there are no more watches in the fishbowl for Kirsten. Sandy feigns surprise, wondering where his watch is, and Kirsten in a high state of excitement suggests that it's in his pocket. They're the best tv parents this side of Lorelai Gilmore!
They arrive home just as Ryan is jetting off to catch Elle Calavera and are naturally dismayed to find the house upside down. Sandy tells HHH that he "looks forward to waking up to a clean house" and goes to bed, which I find to be admirable restraint considering I was pretty sure he and Kirsten were dying to get home and screw each other's brains out. Seth is ordered to take out the garbage, and Kirsten yells at HHH while the latter in her shapeless sack-tank makes desultory, useless efforts to clean the kitchen. Kirsten's lecture is a good one, but somehow I doubt it made much of an impact because HHH pouts that she'll finish cleaning in the morning and flounces off to bed.
Anna appears, still in her outfit from The Poseidon Adventure, and helps Seth take out the trash. There's some kind of insult in there, but I'm just not finding it. Suffice it to say, eiw.
Ryan gets to the hotel, and decides to forego the elevator in favour of running up the stairs. I don't know what kind of exercise regimen babyboy's used to, but that's kind of ca-razy. He gets there in time, though! Bursts through the door and sweeps whatzerhead up and kisses her, and is barely out of breath! When they start having sex, Sticks is gonna be one happy woman. Presuming she has any sensation in her body, that is.
Summer kisses the guy, but she's distracted and sad because she, too, is in love with Seth. Quite honestly, I would have felt worse for Summer in this part if her lipstick hadn't been such a fucking hideous shade of frosty nude; her skin's too dark for it and her mouth isn't the right shape, and it makes her lips alternately disappear or reflect every light in the room.
There's a montage -- Sandy's putting fresh sheets on the bed, since he found three people in it when he first came in, and he and Kirsten snuggle; Seth and Anna carefully kiss on his bed, lying on their sides and barely touching, and Ryan kisses and kisses the thing at the party. Happy New Year, the end!
Then there's a preview for next week's episode, and a caveat that this won't be for THREE WEEKS. I think, fuck. My sister's gonna make so much fun of me.
Anyhow, am busy busy busy writing away. Am taking this moment to recap, because I was finally able to catch last night's
Okay, so I was prepared for the opening with the kissing and all, because they showed it in the previews. What I liked was Ryan dragging (useless!) Marissa to see Master and Commander, and the little Russell Crowe joke. Har har, Marissa! No, wait, she flubbed it. There's this horrible face-twisting thing that some people do when they're making an in-joke or a pun, like they're trying to convey their deep, deep cleverness, and that's what Mischa Barton was trying. Or her thong was riding up. With her, the reason for her bizarre facial expressions is always kind of a crapshoot.
Anyhow! She tells Ryan she loves him, he goes blank and politely says "Thank you." Hey, I half expected him to say, "I love...cake" like Eric did on That 70's Show, so it was still a pretty good response, all things considered.
Which leads me to...something. Why do shows like this always have the girl saying I love you first? We all know there's a huge contingent of sappy guys out there, the kind who insist on buying a girl stuffed fucking animals and always defer to whatever she wants to do. Why don't those guys get on shows?
Anyhow. I'm tangentially inclined today, obviously. Marissa fucks off, thank God; there's a fairly adorable moment when she gets in her SUV and Ryan dutifully comes over for a good-bye kiss and pokes his head in through the open window, and she gives him a demure little peck on the cheek, and he pulls back out and bumps his head, and they're so confused and awkward but still going through the motions that I almost like Marissa for a second. Fortunately, I come to my senses by the time she drives off; Ryan darts inside his poolhouse for some quality brood-time, but finds a half-nekkid hootchie in there instead! It's Kirsten's younger sister, Hayley/Hailey/Hailie! She's kind of a stupid tramp!
Credits. I notice Julie, and think with fondness about her being a whorehouse madam on firefly. Then I think about Mal, and Jayne, and that keeps me occupied until the show comes back on.
Seth wanders blearily through the living room and finds Ryan crashed on the sofa, and gets the news of HHH's arrival from him. Sandy and Kirsten are doing a crossword at the table and sharing a seat, and let me warn you NOW that I am completely in love with these two and will be gushing about them a lot. Seth is not so enamoured (even though I think he was kind of turned on that time he found his parents making love on the kitchen table, hence his hypervigilance when they display affection) and tells them that there's "no sex in the champagne room." I wonder briefly if Seth has had any friends ever.
Between his rambling and Ryan's mumbling, they convey to Kirsten that HHH is in the hizzouse, just when said hootchie wanders out in her t-shirt and panties. She's run out of money, just like Sandy surmised, and intends to stick around for a bit.
Now, I was still a little groggy from Trilogy Tuesday, so if I get the next few events jumbled around a little, just ignore me. Unless you didn't see the show, in which case, I have a photographic memory, yo.
So Kirsten and Sandy have a little married-couple byplay, where they talk in shorthand and finish each others' sentences. It's cute, it's familiar, they pull it off beautifully. HHH is, of course, horrified that they know each other so well; presumably, her idea of a deep friendship/relationship is not hogging the eightball. She mocks Kirsten for being so boring. HHH is stupid and reminds me of crappy fangirlz/boyz back in comicfic who thought Scott and Jean were dull because they were, eeeiw! -- together. Well, I love Scott and Jean, and I love Sandy and Kirsten. And I hate your panties, HHH.
Marissa I think at this point is at therapy, and runs into that lame Oliver dude in the lobby. For a brief moment of shining hope, I think they might get together since she's mad at Ryan right now, but then realize that's a pipe dream. He does, however, invite her to a party at the penthouse of the Four Seasons. She breaks it to him that she has a bf, and Oliver in turn says yeah, maybe his "girlfriend" "Nicole" will come up to "see" him as well. Yuh-huh.
While Ryan confesses all to Seth downstairs over a video game, Kirsten and HHH are having a chat in the bedroom, since HHH brough nothing to wear and she's mocking Kirsten's sweater set from Talbot's, which Kirsten hastens to explain was a gift. What is Talbot's, Americans? Is it what
silvrsolace would call a "budima" store, ie. lots of crochet in holiday designs and pants with pleats?As I'm sure you can surmise, HHH mocks Kirsten's closeness to Sandy and accuses her of being in a rut, especially since they're doing their traditional dinner for New Years'. Kirsten, sadly, is taken in by this; I think it's because HHH brings up the whole thing about Caleb calling her "Kiki", which is seemingly a huge annoyance for her. Seriously, her agitation at this makes her incoherent. I love her.
But HHH eventually convinces Sandy and Kirsten to go to some party she gives them directions to, and evil deed done, HHH prances downstairs to accost the boys, who are depressed and near-comatose on the sofa. She mocks their intentions to stay in and tells them both to go to the Four Seasons party, because otherwise Marissa will be doing damage to Oliver with her bony face at midnight. This makes sense to the boys, so they get dressed; Seth's burgundy shirt-and-tie ensemble with little white stars on both is absolutely adorable. Much better than leather wristcuff boy's black-and-blue look.
The boys are about to leave when a whole flock of fucking idiot partygoers arrives at casa de Cohen, breaking lamps and oozing obnoxiousness with every drunken yowl. Seth and Ryan, being neither of them impressed by these shenanigans, opt to stay home and guard the house. How much do I love them for that? It makes up for every time I've squirmed in horror through the Crazy Party plot device in other shows.
Sandy and Kirsten drive to dinner. Kirsten lays her pitch about how they could stand some more excitement in their lives; Sandy retaliates by defying the GPS lady, who sternly admonishes him to make a u-turn at the first possible opportunity. They are so cute, *I* want to marry them. They decide to ditch the dinner and just go straight to the party.
Meanwhile, Face-Bones is sitting on the bar counter at her party. Just, eiw. She eats a lime and I think about how much I preferred when she was puking on herself in Haley Joel Osment's bedroom. Her ugly dress would be much improved by some vomit, let me tell you.
Oliver (who is SO OBVIOUSLY NOT the host of this party) announces to her that he's making virgin mojitos. This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I've had mojitos, and they tasted like food. The only reason I kept drinking them was because of the alcohol content. But Marissa apparently is not part of society, because she's never heard of mojitos. I guess if the alcohol is *out* of the bottle and in a mixed drink, she's never had anything to do with it.
By the way, Marissa brought Summer to this party with her. And naturally, just because I was dreading it, they run into fucking Anna, who's wearing the ugliest white lace concoction I've ever seen. She gives some story about how her parents are friends with the parents of the person throwing the party, which I take to mean that she got a grudging "responsibility" invite. That makes sense, because please -- who would invite Anna's neon pink blush to a party? Certainly not I.
Her and Summer, naturally, talk about how they're not going to think about Seth at all. And then proceed to talk about Seth. Ahhh, the brick wall, she hurts!
There are naked people jumping into the Cohen's pool. Seth decided that this is beyond the pale...and makes Ryan go tell HHH to kick everybody out. Hee! I love that SO much. I mean, what better sign that you're part of the family than your peer sending you to do the dirty work?
Ryan, looking more exasperated by the second, goes off to find HHH while Seth, presumably, runs in little hyperventilating circles. HHH is holed up in a bedroom, having an exceedingly poorly-acted argument with some cheap floozy about the three thousand dollars that she owes cheap floozy, not to mention what...Cameo? Cammie? Camille? Fuck, somebody enunciate! -- is going to do to HHH once she hears she's in town.
Considering he's seen FIVE BILLION TIMES WORSE in Chino, Ryan is unimpressed and tells HHH that she needs to stop the party. He is firm on this point, and I like it. HHH begs to talk to the boys about it, and under pretense of finding a quiet place to talk...locks them in the poolhouse. omg they are the cutest things EVER!
Sandy and Kirsten arrive at the party, which looks dull and they say so since I LOVE THEM. Some trollop comes over and exhorts Sandy to put his watch in the bowl, and the Cohens catch on pretty quickly that they're at a swinger party. Boo-yah! They decide to stay, and Sandy "drops" his watch in the bowl. They didn't show his expensive timepiece hitting the glass, I don't believe it's in there.
Skeleton McGee is...Jesus, what the fuck is she doing? Complaining, or something. I don't care. Summer and Anna are trying to flirt with a guy, but since they're sitting next to each other, they're unsure who he's winking at. Ever pro-active, Summer drags Anna over and asks the guy, and he ends up talking to her and not Michelle Phillips. Seriously, y'all, Anna looks like she should be singing "Monday, Monday" or eloping with Dustin Hoffman, that's how ugly and old-fashioned her lace thing is. Anyhow, apparently, Anna really likes Seth. Whatever.
The boys are splayed out in the poolroom, Ryan on his bed and Seth on the floor, and they're so utterly sweet. Seth wants to know if Ryan does love Marissa, and Ryan is understandably confused. He DOESN'T KNOW LOVE, dammit! Anyhow, he dithers and then says, yeah, he guesses he does, and asks Seth which one he likes better. I don't remember what Seth's answer was, which means he probably deflected the question really well. But their bonding is interrupted by HHH, who needs their help -- Cameo has arrived at the party.
Sandy is effortlessly schmoozing at the party; Kirsten has reservations. Trollop who's running the party comes and gives her some advice about My First Swing Party, and how it saved her marriage. Trollop is semi-glamourously attired in sparkling silver and jewels, nothing like a real swinger at all, so I find her knowing attitude irksome. Kirsten's particularly easily-influenced this episode, however, so this casts some sort of new light on the situation.
On the other side of town, Anna leaves the party. On yet another side of town, Ryan and Seth kick out the last of the partygoers; this also makes me pleased, because I was dreading some sort of hijinks where they timidly ask people to leave and then are mocked and abused. But no, they tell HHH, all they did was turn off the power and tell everybody the cops were coming. Dear boys.
Sandy finds Kirsten, who is halfway asleep because the ornithologist who's chatting her up is just that boring. Ugly, too. Anyhow, Sandy thinks it's time to go home, but Kirsten's still being contrary and wants to hang around. Sandy dismisses ornithologist Bob with a flick of his eyebrows (which is a magnificent sight and I hope to watch it on rewind many, many times). He thinks they've been daring enough for one night. But Miss Kirsten gets her way, and they wait while everybody chooses watches out of the fishbowl. Trollop gets some ugly dude, and that's kind of cool because it's usually ugly or fat chicks who are the butt of that kind of joke.
And hey, it's as I suspected all along -- everybody's chosen and there are no more watches in the fishbowl for Kirsten. Sandy feigns surprise, wondering where his watch is, and Kirsten in a high state of excitement suggests that it's in his pocket. They're the best tv parents this side of Lorelai Gilmore!
They arrive home just as Ryan is jetting off to catch Elle Calavera and are naturally dismayed to find the house upside down. Sandy tells HHH that he "looks forward to waking up to a clean house" and goes to bed, which I find to be admirable restraint considering I was pretty sure he and Kirsten were dying to get home and screw each other's brains out. Seth is ordered to take out the garbage, and Kirsten yells at HHH while the latter in her shapeless sack-tank makes desultory, useless efforts to clean the kitchen. Kirsten's lecture is a good one, but somehow I doubt it made much of an impact because HHH pouts that she'll finish cleaning in the morning and flounces off to bed.
Anna appears, still in her outfit from The Poseidon Adventure, and helps Seth take out the trash. There's some kind of insult in there, but I'm just not finding it. Suffice it to say, eiw.
Ryan gets to the hotel, and decides to forego the elevator in favour of running up the stairs. I don't know what kind of exercise regimen babyboy's used to, but that's kind of ca-razy. He gets there in time, though! Bursts through the door and sweeps whatzerhead up and kisses her, and is barely out of breath! When they start having sex, Sticks is gonna be one happy woman. Presuming she has any sensation in her body, that is.
Summer kisses the guy, but she's distracted and sad because she, too, is in love with Seth. Quite honestly, I would have felt worse for Summer in this part if her lipstick hadn't been such a fucking hideous shade of frosty nude; her skin's too dark for it and her mouth isn't the right shape, and it makes her lips alternately disappear or reflect every light in the room.
There's a montage -- Sandy's putting fresh sheets on the bed, since he found three people in it when he first came in, and he and Kirsten snuggle; Seth and Anna carefully kiss on his bed, lying on their sides and barely touching, and Ryan kisses and kisses the thing at the party. Happy New Year, the end!
Then there's a preview for next week's episode, and a caveat that this won't be for THREE WEEKS. I think, fuck. My sister's gonna make so much fun of me.
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And what in the world is an SeSa?
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A "SeSa" is a "SEcret SAnta" fic. I've got one due for popslash and one due for an obscure pairings challenge, and I'm halfway done one and not even STARTED the other. And they're both due by Saturday. Waaaah!
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And good luck with those fics.. yikes. ^^;
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In Boston.
I leave at 5 am in the morning.
heeeeeeeeeeeelp. send lawyers, guns, and money! or, you know. just a finished sesa story with my name on it.
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So amusing to me because the only other person I know who loves Talbot's is my grandmother.
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And I don't know what Talbot's is. I thought it was just a petite fashion store? I've never seen pleated pants in the windows, but perhaps they keep them in the back. It's a pleat headshop! Now you know.
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Hee!
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Dude, we have Talbots here...It's Northern Reflections but like, tasteful. And overpriced.
I was dreading it, they run into fucking Anna, who's wearing the ugliest white lace concoction I've ever seen.
I have never been quite so appalled with an oufit on this show and this is including Marissa's dress from the Christmas episode.
omg they are the cutest things EVER!
They are fucking adorable. I can't stand it....except that I can and want more.
Man, I so wasn't interested in talking about last night's show as I watched it while I was half asleep but now you've got me all giddy about the episode. And since there will be THREE WEEKS before the next episode, I'll have much time to talk about it and every other episode that's been on so far...I'm the OC's bitch.
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aaaaaah! Okay, yes. I think I have seen them at the mall, then, just never gone in.
Anna's dress was so hideous I barely have words to describe it. The flat overall laceness of it! It was like a disgusting sheath. And then that stupid ribbon-tie on the front...it was just plain unflattering. And with her trademark Jem blush! *shudder*
You taped the episode, right? Because I find I'm even happier when I rewatch them. Three weeks! Why in God's name would you do that to a new show that's just finding its audience? Stupid fucking Fox -- couldn't hold on to Futurama or Firefly, and now this. Bleh.
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Plus, I think Fox has really handled scheduling well. They started airing it during the summer so it was competing against repeat airings of other shows. Then when all those shows started their fall seasons, The OC had a short hiatus. It came back about a week or so before all the other shows took their winter hiatus. They've also been airing it in additional timeslots, using it to fill gaps in their schedule and do more audience-building.
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Also, I'm not surprised about JC. If he gets big in Canada, I'll...well, do nothing, probably. But I'll be impressed. *g*
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::giggles::
I think I love you.