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We're finally having some fall weather. This is my favorite time of year and I don't appreciate spending it sweating. :)
Today I worked, reading a test for an RN license. I got home fairly early, and since Lucy meowed half the night, have been reading sleepily while watching the gray weather outside. I bitch all winter about how gray it is, but I do love those fall days when you just want to take a nap.
Lois and I are going to Disney World on Friday. We're spending six days there, and I can't wait. On Saturday night we're running in the inaugural Wind and Dine Half Marathon. We're doing the relay. Lois isn't really a runner, she's a walker, and she doesn't do distances much over 3 miles. Although, really, anything over 1 mile qualifies as a distance, I think. They've very conveniently divided the relay legs into 4.8 miles and 8.3 miles, which works out for us perfectly. Being Disney, the list of race instructions is pages and pages long, very specific, and organized within an inch of its life. They sure do love to get people in line and then make 'em wait.
The race is Saturday night, starting at 10p. Lois goes from the Wide World of Sports Complex to the Animal Kingdom, where I'll be waiting in the relay chute. There are lighted batons to pass, although we don't have to use them if we don't want to. But who can resist a lighted baton, I ask you? So I should start my leg at around 11:15, then I run to Disney Hollywood Studios, along the Boardwalk, and finish at Epcot. (It's the exact same route that ends the marathon. The very place where I sat down on the side of the road and quit in January. Haha.) The Food and Wine Festival is open until 3am for the after race party. We get one free bite and one free drink, then we have to pay for the rest. Oh, Disney, ILU.
Anyway, it's good that it's at night. It seems to be very hot and humid in Orlando at present, so at least we won't have the sun beating down on us. I've decided to run at night this week, to kind of get used to it. I've run the Tower of Terror race at WDW the past two Octobers, which was 8 miles at 10pm, but there's something about hanging around all evening waiting to start running after 11 at night that makes me sleepy, so I think I'll try and get used to it this week.
I wasn't going to post anything about SPN 6.01. I really loved it, especially on re-watching it. I thought it was brilliant, and melancholy and unexpected and noir and excitingly different, but I figured there'd be enough negative posts about it that I just wouldn't want to get into it. I almost didn't read any episode reactions at all. But then I saw some reviews that weren't negative, and I commented to a few, and found I really did have something to say, so here it is. Some of this is from comments I made here and there.
Also,
de_nugis has my very favorite episode reaction here.
We'll start with the obvious.
It's only the first episode, so I'm reserving judgment. I really and truly hope it's not just that the writers thought, hey, let's have Sam be back for a whole year and not tell Dean! That'll be something fun to do! I would hope after five years they would have a better grasp on their characters than that. I have faith that they have a plan. However, whether they do or not, it is what it is, and I'm on board with it. I can't help myself.
I can sort of buy Bobby wanting Dean to be out of the life, especially after the events of Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid. I think it was the wrong decision to make, but I think they did it out of love, and were trying to give Dean a gift, in a very fucked up way. Sam and Bobby's choice was so wrong, but so understandable. Bobby had to kill his wife *twice* and Sam is totally compartmentalizing as fast as he can. He's like a duck swimming, all calm on the surface and paddling furiously underneath. He's obviously divorced himself from the Sam that did what he did, and suffered so much, while his brother was in Hell. He kind of acts just like someone who's survived an unimaginably horrific event, doesn't he? Heh.
The opening montage was beautifully and heart-breaking. Jensen did such a lovely job of showing just how full of grief Dean still was, how he was trying hard but really only going through the motions of the life Sam and Bobby wanted him to have.
I'd like a lot more barefoot Dean, please.
Someone on the writing staff has a Yorkie. They can be very scary. :)
"Possums kill, Sid." Lol.
I loved seeing Dean go back to John's journal.
Samuel's not a fan of John still, is he? I guess from the perspective of someone who died in 1973, thinking John was some kind of loser not good enough for his little girl, that's understandable. He has no idea what the name Winchester means in the hunting world. I thought the entire Campbell clan was both shifty and sketchy. Also, skeevy. And I really, really didn't like the way they treated Dean. Fuck them, really. I hated the way they made fun of Dean and his life - it's not a life he choose for himself, no matter how much he may have wanted it. And when Samuel said maybe it wasn't really the time for golf, my blood boiled.
And then I realized that if the situation was reversed, that's exactly the sort of thing Dean would say to some suburban schmuck. :)
Sam and Dean still have the dropsies, don't they? Hang on to those syringes, Sammy.
I have so much love for Lisa.
If both Sam and Dean weren't so broken, after what they've been through, and done, it would be a cheat. You don't bounce back from what happened last season just like *that* and there have to be repercussions to triple-lindying into the pit, or letting your brother die to save the world.
I also started thinking about all the different reasons people hunt. Revenge, survival, the family business, saving people. Someone like Hendrickson would have done it because it's the right thing to do, like, once you know what's out there, how can you not? I think that's the same reason Dean hunts, or at least one of the reasons, and I think that more than anything is going to be what gets him back in the game.
"It's almost like I'm a professional, isn't it?
Today I worked, reading a test for an RN license. I got home fairly early, and since Lucy meowed half the night, have been reading sleepily while watching the gray weather outside. I bitch all winter about how gray it is, but I do love those fall days when you just want to take a nap.
Lois and I are going to Disney World on Friday. We're spending six days there, and I can't wait. On Saturday night we're running in the inaugural Wind and Dine Half Marathon. We're doing the relay. Lois isn't really a runner, she's a walker, and she doesn't do distances much over 3 miles. Although, really, anything over 1 mile qualifies as a distance, I think. They've very conveniently divided the relay legs into 4.8 miles and 8.3 miles, which works out for us perfectly. Being Disney, the list of race instructions is pages and pages long, very specific, and organized within an inch of its life. They sure do love to get people in line and then make 'em wait.
The race is Saturday night, starting at 10p. Lois goes from the Wide World of Sports Complex to the Animal Kingdom, where I'll be waiting in the relay chute. There are lighted batons to pass, although we don't have to use them if we don't want to. But who can resist a lighted baton, I ask you? So I should start my leg at around 11:15, then I run to Disney Hollywood Studios, along the Boardwalk, and finish at Epcot. (It's the exact same route that ends the marathon. The very place where I sat down on the side of the road and quit in January. Haha.) The Food and Wine Festival is open until 3am for the after race party. We get one free bite and one free drink, then we have to pay for the rest. Oh, Disney, ILU.
Anyway, it's good that it's at night. It seems to be very hot and humid in Orlando at present, so at least we won't have the sun beating down on us. I've decided to run at night this week, to kind of get used to it. I've run the Tower of Terror race at WDW the past two Octobers, which was 8 miles at 10pm, but there's something about hanging around all evening waiting to start running after 11 at night that makes me sleepy, so I think I'll try and get used to it this week.
I wasn't going to post anything about SPN 6.01. I really loved it, especially on re-watching it. I thought it was brilliant, and melancholy and unexpected and noir and excitingly different, but I figured there'd be enough negative posts about it that I just wouldn't want to get into it. I almost didn't read any episode reactions at all. But then I saw some reviews that weren't negative, and I commented to a few, and found I really did have something to say, so here it is. Some of this is from comments I made here and there.
Also,
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We'll start with the obvious.
It's only the first episode, so I'm reserving judgment. I really and truly hope it's not just that the writers thought, hey, let's have Sam be back for a whole year and not tell Dean! That'll be something fun to do! I would hope after five years they would have a better grasp on their characters than that. I have faith that they have a plan. However, whether they do or not, it is what it is, and I'm on board with it. I can't help myself.
I can sort of buy Bobby wanting Dean to be out of the life, especially after the events of Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid. I think it was the wrong decision to make, but I think they did it out of love, and were trying to give Dean a gift, in a very fucked up way. Sam and Bobby's choice was so wrong, but so understandable. Bobby had to kill his wife *twice* and Sam is totally compartmentalizing as fast as he can. He's like a duck swimming, all calm on the surface and paddling furiously underneath. He's obviously divorced himself from the Sam that did what he did, and suffered so much, while his brother was in Hell. He kind of acts just like someone who's survived an unimaginably horrific event, doesn't he? Heh.
The opening montage was beautifully and heart-breaking. Jensen did such a lovely job of showing just how full of grief Dean still was, how he was trying hard but really only going through the motions of the life Sam and Bobby wanted him to have.
I'd like a lot more barefoot Dean, please.
Someone on the writing staff has a Yorkie. They can be very scary. :)
"Possums kill, Sid." Lol.
I loved seeing Dean go back to John's journal.
Samuel's not a fan of John still, is he? I guess from the perspective of someone who died in 1973, thinking John was some kind of loser not good enough for his little girl, that's understandable. He has no idea what the name Winchester means in the hunting world. I thought the entire Campbell clan was both shifty and sketchy. Also, skeevy. And I really, really didn't like the way they treated Dean. Fuck them, really. I hated the way they made fun of Dean and his life - it's not a life he choose for himself, no matter how much he may have wanted it. And when Samuel said maybe it wasn't really the time for golf, my blood boiled.
And then I realized that if the situation was reversed, that's exactly the sort of thing Dean would say to some suburban schmuck. :)
Sam and Dean still have the dropsies, don't they? Hang on to those syringes, Sammy.
I have so much love for Lisa.
If both Sam and Dean weren't so broken, after what they've been through, and done, it would be a cheat. You don't bounce back from what happened last season just like *that* and there have to be repercussions to triple-lindying into the pit, or letting your brother die to save the world.
I also started thinking about all the different reasons people hunt. Revenge, survival, the family business, saving people. Someone like Hendrickson would have done it because it's the right thing to do, like, once you know what's out there, how can you not? I think that's the same reason Dean hunts, or at least one of the reasons, and I think that more than anything is going to be what gets him back in the game.
"It's almost like I'm a professional, isn't it?