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Firstly, it's raining. The type of rain that makes it difficult to see while you're driving even when the windshield wipers are on high. It scares me a little when I drive in that sort of rain. I always have a mental picture of dragging myself out of my flipped-over car after I've hydroplaned across the road in a spectacular wipe-out. Oh, yeah. Most people would say I drive like an old lady in this type of weather. I maintain that I'm merely being cautious.
Secondly, Battlestar Galactica! Holy mother of pearl! It's freaking amazing. I watched the mini last night (I knew I could have that done before Friday rolled around) and it was so captivating. It was gorgeous. It was heartbreaking. It gave me an idea for a story that I think would be really good. The weird thing is that it's not a BSG story, it's just a story inspired by BSG. I can already envision the entire opening scene. If I were making a movie there'd be a voice over and a lot of screaming and dying. *sigh* Good times. Since it's not a movie it'll (still) be a voice over but done by a minor character who probably dies at some point. Hmm. Maybe I should write all this hoopla down.** Also, I now want to say "fracking" all the time. You fracking idiots! Ha!
Thirdly, ever since I made the decision to throw myself into my writing I've had a huge amount of ideas ripping through my head. They're fun to play around with. They're fun to twist and turn to try to get just the right story out of. They're just fun.
And fourthly, I'm getting my hair done tomorrow. If my hairstylist cancels on me again I'm finding someone new. Regardless of how much I like the way she does my hair. Are we clear?
That's enough out of me!
**Hey, fracking idiot! You did write it down!
Secondly, Battlestar Galactica! Holy mother of pearl! It's freaking amazing. I watched the mini last night (I knew I could have that done before Friday rolled around) and it was so captivating. It was gorgeous. It was heartbreaking. It gave me an idea for a story that I think would be really good. The weird thing is that it's not a BSG story, it's just a story inspired by BSG. I can already envision the entire opening scene. If I were making a movie there'd be a voice over and a lot of screaming and dying. *sigh* Good times. Since it's not a movie it'll (still) be a voice over but done by a minor character who probably dies at some point. Hmm. Maybe I should write all this hoopla down.** Also, I now want to say "fracking" all the time. You fracking idiots! Ha!
Thirdly, ever since I made the decision to throw myself into my writing I've had a huge amount of ideas ripping through my head. They're fun to play around with. They're fun to twist and turn to try to get just the right story out of. They're just fun.
And fourthly, I'm getting my hair done tomorrow. If my hairstylist cancels on me again I'm finding someone new. Regardless of how much I like the way she does my hair. Are we clear?
That's enough out of me!
**Hey, fracking idiot! You did write it down!
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some Russian guy has his hands on some new explosive or chemical or something called "Black Thorine." So, of course, Syd and Nadia and their boyfriends have to go to Monte Carlo to get it. But, really most of the episode is mired down in the rather rocky sisterly relationship that comes about from Nadia being Sloane's daughter and Syd, you know, wanting to slit his throat with a dull X-Acto knife.
Oh, and the idea that spies are hot but sister spies are hotter than the dripping molten surface of a thousand burning suns is pretty much shoved down our throats from the moment Syd and Nadia start tandem target shooting. We get them shooting guns, showing off their spy smarts to their boyfriends, stealing dresses, looking sexy, drinking champers with Russian Guy's girlfriend, and cloning a computer drive and a PDA without breaking a sweat or getting caught. So. Sister spies. Hot. Mixing up episodes? Not.
In other news, Syd delivers a spitting speech about how much she detests Sloane right to his face, and all he can do is gently daub the saliva from his cheeks and wonder how soon he can go back to being a bastard and have her ass iced. Then the sisters have to, um, dive or something, in the Black Sea, in order to, um, go get the stolen chemical or whatever, but I suspect the real reasoning behind the dive is the slick, skin-skimming black wetsuits that they have to wear throughout the rest of the episode. Syd and Nadia single-handedly take down the entire ship and have a little sister bonding over some dead Russian guy's vodka. Syd winds up the entire episode with a little "I'll never forgive your sorry cobra ass but…see you tomorrow!" Then she grabs her hot little leather jacket, swaggers her hot little Bristow butt out to her buddies, and goes on yet another double date with her hot little sister and their drooling boyfriends. Man. I wish my day at the office would end like that. Instead of in tears, like it usually does.
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