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Oh, Friday.
1. I spent my dreams this morning telling people HOW AWESOME Deborah Watling is. While I do not dispute this fact (anyone who does is welcome to punch themselves in the face), I've no idea why I had her on the brain. At all. For those who are wondering, she was Victoria Waterfield in Oldskool Who. (and now I sort of want to dig out some episodes to watch)
2. Last night I caught up on Covert Affairs. Thank you, USA, for not being dicks like TNT and making people wait a week for the newest episode. For a show that just barely scrapes by passing Bechdel, it does do an excellent job of portraying women as real people. Also, Jai is sort of adorable when he's all "omg I am so so cyyyynical" right, dude. Right. (yes, I know the episode was All About Auggie, but, um, kinda didn't pay as much attention to him as to the hacker he was with)
3. I also watched the lesbian bar episode of Rizzoli and Isles. sigh. I wish that this show was actually good? Despite having two women occupying almost every scene together, the show manages to have their conversations about men almost 90% of the time. Do real women talk like that? I mean, most of my co-workers (who are all women) talk about work and pets and their lives (some of which include men and sons and boyfriends), but they don't spend the majority of their time talking about guys. sigh. I want them to be in a better show. I like R&I, and I wish the writers would dump the "NO REALLY, THEY'RE NOT LESBIANS" dialog. It's stupid and insulting.
4. Somewhere between those two, I watched some Red Cap. And it occurred to me that if Giles Vicary, Billy Keikeya, Lennier and Vir were shoved into a room together that it is possible the room would implode from the naive adorableness.
5. And Jo and Neve continue to be awesome.I should maybe go to work, sigh
6. eta: also, Haven, if you fridge Jess, I am so not speaking to you for at least two weeks. And might write an angry letter.
2. Last night I caught up on Covert Affairs. Thank you, USA, for not being dicks like TNT and making people wait a week for the newest episode. For a show that just barely scrapes by passing Bechdel, it does do an excellent job of portraying women as real people. Also, Jai is sort of adorable when he's all "omg I am so so cyyyynical" right, dude. Right. (yes, I know the episode was All About Auggie, but, um, kinda didn't pay as much attention to him as to the hacker he was with)
3. I also watched the lesbian bar episode of Rizzoli and Isles. sigh. I wish that this show was actually good? Despite having two women occupying almost every scene together, the show manages to have their conversations about men almost 90% of the time. Do real women talk like that? I mean, most of my co-workers (who are all women) talk about work and pets and their lives (some of which include men and sons and boyfriends), but they don't spend the majority of their time talking about guys. sigh. I want them to be in a better show. I like R&I, and I wish the writers would dump the "NO REALLY, THEY'RE NOT LESBIANS" dialog. It's stupid and insulting.
4. Somewhere between those two, I watched some Red Cap. And it occurred to me that if Giles Vicary, Billy Keikeya, Lennier and Vir were shoved into a room together that it is possible the room would implode from the naive adorableness.
5. And Jo and Neve continue to be awesome.
6. eta: also, Haven, if you fridge Jess, I am so not speaking to you for at least two weeks. And might write an angry letter.
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3. ITA with everything you said here. The writing for this show is just...bad. The dialogue is sketchy & the murder-of-the-week plots aren't much better. And that kinda breaks my heart because I really wanted to like this show. The leads are great and have wonderful chemsitry together but as you said, so many of their conversations revolve around guys and that just does not interest me. *sighs* I think I'm done with it for now. Maybe I'll catch up again later if I hear it gets better...
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3. I just. I WANT THE SHOW TO BE BETTER. and it isn't. It makes me kick things.