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a million miles from here...
1. You know what the problem with the new Leverage promo is? That bit where Nate is standing in front of Team Torchwood's Millenium thingie, and it looks like he's in Cardiff for a tiny moment until you realize that's not the same thing. Sadly, there were so many posed Team Torchwood thingies that everything looks like that millenium thingie.
2. The worst part about living in a building with other people is how everyone takes a shower at the same time in the morning. Fighting over hot water isn't fun.
3. I've finally sat down and started listening to the Leverage commentaries. They're... not as good as Claudia and Ben and "Dude, look at your hair." but they're also not "OMG RON, SHUT UP BEFORE I PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE." It helps that Team Leverage isn't saying every two minutes "We are so innovative, no one has ever done this before." The amount of ad-libbing that goes on in the show is fabulous, though.
4. I have this sudden urge to watch Ron's Next Generation episodes just so I can pick out all the plots he re-used in BSG (hint: it's most of them).
5. In closing, have some Team Blake's 7 as thieves.
"We're blown," Travis said over the comms.
Cally stood in the middle of the temptingly glittering throng of a Monte Carlo crowd, and ignored him for the moment as she laughed in response to the man flirting with her. He was rich, and Cally already had her eye on the sapphire and gold-studded watch on his wrist.
"Did you hear me? We're blown. Get out of there."
"How lovely," murmured Cally, letting her glance stray out over the crowd.
Jenna was easy to spot, in silver and spangles. The surprise was finding Dayna Mellenby near her, in gold. Where Dayna was--Soolin was making a beeline for her partner in crime, her eyes worried.
Shit.
"If you'll excuse me..." Cally took his hand, bending and kissing the knuckles, knowing that would appeal to him.
He wouldn't notice the missing watch for at least a minute.
"I've got the car. West exit."
Making her way through the crowd was easy, even easier was sliding bracelets and grabbing a purse or two. At least until a glance back showed an alarming number of dark-clad security guards filtering in.
"Jenna."
"I see them."
Their exit was already planned-for, in this sort of emergency.
Out the kitchen, around to the service stairs--Cally stopped at the top to pull off her shoes. Running down slippery stairs in stilettos was not her idea of a fun time. Jenna pulled ahead, her more sensible boots giving her better traction.
It wasn't a surprise to find Dayna and Soolin joining them as they burst out the door. Cally caught a glimpse of the security people behind them and swore. "Run," she snapped, shoving Dayna ahead of her.
They weren't exactly friends, but there was no point in throwing fellow thieves to the wolves. At least not yet.
Cally almost laughed at the image they presented: four women in evening dress, running for their lives. It was made even more of a farce as Travis screeched into view in the black car they'd appropriated for the evening's events.
"Get in!" Cally yanked open the passenger-side door and climbed in while the other three piled into the back. Travis took off before she'd even gotten her door closed. "What happened?"
"Servalan is here," he snapped, voice clipped.
...tbc
2. The worst part about living in a building with other people is how everyone takes a shower at the same time in the morning. Fighting over hot water isn't fun.
3. I've finally sat down and started listening to the Leverage commentaries. They're... not as good as Claudia and Ben and "Dude, look at your hair." but they're also not "OMG RON, SHUT UP BEFORE I PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE." It helps that Team Leverage isn't saying every two minutes "We are so innovative, no one has ever done this before." The amount of ad-libbing that goes on in the show is fabulous, though.
4. I have this sudden urge to watch Ron's Next Generation episodes just so I can pick out all the plots he re-used in BSG (hint: it's most of them).
5. In closing, have some Team Blake's 7 as thieves.
"We're blown," Travis said over the comms.
Cally stood in the middle of the temptingly glittering throng of a Monte Carlo crowd, and ignored him for the moment as she laughed in response to the man flirting with her. He was rich, and Cally already had her eye on the sapphire and gold-studded watch on his wrist.
"Did you hear me? We're blown. Get out of there."
"How lovely," murmured Cally, letting her glance stray out over the crowd.
Jenna was easy to spot, in silver and spangles. The surprise was finding Dayna Mellenby near her, in gold. Where Dayna was--Soolin was making a beeline for her partner in crime, her eyes worried.
Shit.
"If you'll excuse me..." Cally took his hand, bending and kissing the knuckles, knowing that would appeal to him.
He wouldn't notice the missing watch for at least a minute.
"I've got the car. West exit."
Making her way through the crowd was easy, even easier was sliding bracelets and grabbing a purse or two. At least until a glance back showed an alarming number of dark-clad security guards filtering in.
"Jenna."
"I see them."
Their exit was already planned-for, in this sort of emergency.
Out the kitchen, around to the service stairs--Cally stopped at the top to pull off her shoes. Running down slippery stairs in stilettos was not her idea of a fun time. Jenna pulled ahead, her more sensible boots giving her better traction.
It wasn't a surprise to find Dayna and Soolin joining them as they burst out the door. Cally caught a glimpse of the security people behind them and swore. "Run," she snapped, shoving Dayna ahead of her.
They weren't exactly friends, but there was no point in throwing fellow thieves to the wolves. At least not yet.
Cally almost laughed at the image they presented: four women in evening dress, running for their lives. It was made even more of a farce as Travis screeched into view in the black car they'd appropriated for the evening's events.
"Get in!" Cally yanked open the passenger-side door and climbed in while the other three piled into the back. Travis took off before she'd even gotten her door closed. "What happened?"
"Servalan is here," he snapped, voice clipped.
...tbc
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"Carroll: Is there a worry that there exists questions for which any possible answer is not as interesting as the question would be before you knew the answer?
Lindelof: Absolutely. I assume that as a physicist, you say, “Force equals mass times acceleration,” and you can explain why. But when you spend time with a 3-year-old, you quickly find out that one question just begets another—there’s a “why” in the wake of every “why”—and the only way to end the conversation is to say, “Oh look, a Chuck E. Cheese!” The show is doing its best to say, “Oh look, Chuck E. Cheese!”"
Thank you, Damon, for comparing anyone in your audience not kissing your ass to 3 year olds throwing tantrums.
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But the constant "WE ARE SO INNOVATIVE FOR *insert thing here that's actually been done before*" thing... yeah. Gets old, after a while.
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And it's the whole team being show-cased in front of some thingie.
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