I cry.... I cry a lot...

Watched the third episode of the highly-touted USA show Touching Evil tonight. Felt horrified at the utter gutting of the original plot. And there's... wow. The baby Jesus? Flayed himself to death over this episode.

There is no mystery, here. It's all about Creegan's Amazing Powers of Deduction! *echo, echo*

It's complete and utter shite.

It's a hundred Mary Sue authors writing under the delusion that they're monkeys writing Shakespeare, but they're all using human feces as paint.

....words just so fucking fail me for how bad this was.

So bad? I MUTED THE TV in the middle of Creegan's pyscho-analytical speech. Even Peter Wingfield breaking so prettily couldn't save it.

Please, people. Don't watch this show. Don't let them think they're winning. Make it so it gets cancelled. Now. Because it's so bad it nearly made my brain try to crawl down to my colon and throttle it.

Write your congressman.

hrm...

Things to do today:

1. Laundry
2. Kill Branca.
3. Finish Zelbinion.
4. Write something else.
5. Eat solid food.
6. Pet the cat.
7. Erm...

Hrm.

In other news, I think it's bad to run screaming from an archive when they have... *shudder*... scriptfic.

Oh, my head.

In other news, Touching Evil on USA is still a pile of shit.

Hrm. Maybe I'll throw in the original later.

Mmm. Taylor.

*clutches brain*

STOP it, people!

Songfic is wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

No more songfic!

NONE!

mutter...

I refuse to write bad songfic (Shai said not to write Debbie Gibson songfic, and, dude, I could so write angsty Jack/Daniel songfic).

A.j. sucks, though. I'm writing Stargate fic. How is this fair?

So.. Tempted...

To post my Branca death fic to this: http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=touchingevilfic

And to borrow A.j.'s "Bitch, please" icon to do it with.

So... Tempting... In other news, there will be SG1 fic up on DJ shortly. God damnit. I'm such a sucker...