I watched an episode of The L Word last night. It didn't reach out and grab me by the tits but I got interested; it has potential. I'm wary of being too critical as I had to backpedal pretty quickly on QAFUS. ("Wow, this sucks, I mean come on, this really suc--oh my *god*, *Brian Kinney*! Justin! Squeee!") The guy who played BiCurious's husband reminded me of Dennis Quaid.
Also watched some more S3 Angel. "Carpe Noctem" and part of "Fredless." Angel/Boreanz in CN cracked me up. Also, it's funny, back in Sentinel fandom, we used to have a term, "angel shots," for whenever the camera lingered on Blair's parted lips, limpid eyes, or ethereal hair, in a way that highlighted his beauty far more than whatever babe of the week Jim or Blair was ostensibly interested in, camera shots that practically purred, "We all know who's *really* this show's crypto-female lead." Anyway, Angel had a lot of angel shots in S3. Not femme-y ones, but ones where he is very lickable, more so than I remembered.
It was interesting to see how quickly Amy Acker dialed her accent down from one episode to the next as the season began.
A huge void will open up next fall, when there's no Whedon show on the air. Smallville's appeal seems to be waning, Stargate has only a nostalgic, Trekkish hold on me now, Alias I'm a season behind on so I only watch it via DVDs, and Queer as Folk has an erratic schedule and for all I know may only do a 14-episode season again, which would suck. I know I'm only taping Angel right now, but it's because I'm emotionally invested and avoid-y, not because I'm passionless and uninterested.
In other news,
And turning to the weather...inside my head...Spike is a girl again and sleeping with Xander and last night wore a long red gown when attending the symphony, where Wolfram & Hart's new VP of Special Projects mooned obsessively over her and earned himself a hard slap in the face.
Help me.