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Wow. Sages is boring as fuck today.
Had a vivid dream this morning about a group of people at a hotel. There were a bunch of women, and they had to get supplies from one floor, then back up to the 55th floor. The elevator broke down on the way, and they were being chased by bad guys.
They finally made it, and were too late.
And here's where it's obvious that watching 'Deception on His Mind' brought it all back: scene shifted to a tribunal of some sort, presided over by a guy. He was the husband of the harem, or some such. And decided to punish the women for disobeying. Only, then a blonde chick objected and said since she'd caused them to disobey... blah, blah.
There was whipping involved, but I woke up.
I blame the X-Files, too.
Which brings me to more thoughts on Pusher.
I'm still stunned that trained FBI agents couldn't think of anything to stop the man from setting himself on fire. Off the top of my head, I shouted three:
1. Shoot him. You've got your guns out, tap him in the shoulder. He'll lose muscle control of the hand and the lighter will fall to the ground. Extreme, but he'll thank you one day, because he didn't set himself on fire.
2. Tackle him.
3. Knock the lighter out of his hand.
Seriously. WTF? Scully and Mulder see a man about to set himself on fire, and they don't even try to stop him! Mulder takes his coat off and Scully gets a fucking fire extinguisher. Wow. That gives me confidence in our FBI agents. They're so well-trained, they're not going to stop me from setting myself on fire. But they'll help put me out.
Also, at the end, Scully should have just hit the fucker with a chair. Much simpler than standing and sitting and crying like a scared little girl.
Finally, I still want to know how Helo is still all clean and crap. I don't think you can wear the same clothing for more than a week before it gets nasty... And he was sweating and rolling in dirt and hay.
Had a vivid dream this morning about a group of people at a hotel. There were a bunch of women, and they had to get supplies from one floor, then back up to the 55th floor. The elevator broke down on the way, and they were being chased by bad guys.
They finally made it, and were too late.
And here's where it's obvious that watching 'Deception on His Mind' brought it all back: scene shifted to a tribunal of some sort, presided over by a guy. He was the husband of the harem, or some such. And decided to punish the women for disobeying. Only, then a blonde chick objected and said since she'd caused them to disobey... blah, blah.
There was whipping involved, but I woke up.
I blame the X-Files, too.
Which brings me to more thoughts on Pusher.
I'm still stunned that trained FBI agents couldn't think of anything to stop the man from setting himself on fire. Off the top of my head, I shouted three:
1. Shoot him. You've got your guns out, tap him in the shoulder. He'll lose muscle control of the hand and the lighter will fall to the ground. Extreme, but he'll thank you one day, because he didn't set himself on fire.
2. Tackle him.
3. Knock the lighter out of his hand.
Seriously. WTF? Scully and Mulder see a man about to set himself on fire, and they don't even try to stop him! Mulder takes his coat off and Scully gets a fucking fire extinguisher. Wow. That gives me confidence in our FBI agents. They're so well-trained, they're not going to stop me from setting myself on fire. But they'll help put me out.
Also, at the end, Scully should have just hit the fucker with a chair. Much simpler than standing and sitting and crying like a scared little girl.
Finally, I still want to know how Helo is still all clean and crap. I don't think you can wear the same clothing for more than a week before it gets nasty... And he was sweating and rolling in dirt and hay.
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Hah. That would make some sense, then. hrm.
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Which makes about as much sense as Kara being immortal
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God, I've had that reaction so many times. My first impulse is always "Shoot them, dumbass!" You shoot the gun hand, and they can't shoot you back. Duh.
Stupid TV.