Last Night's Smallville - What Was the Ep Called - Last Straw??

I just don't know if I can even watch Smallville anymore. Seriously - last night around 8:42 I looked up and left my house to go across the street to Dawn's cause she made soup and at that moment - Dawn's cooking was so much more appealing than the single active fandom I have left.

Granted, I went into the ep annoyed cause I wanted to think about my vid and moving fandoms in my brain is jarring and I did miss the first 10 minutes cause of said vid taking over my brain and I did not notice it was time for Smallville - but dude, I can only take so much.

And trust me - normally I can take a lot of anti-women bias from my fannish endeavors, but last night was an insult to my intelligence. Apparently, women of Metropolis have never ever heard of one night stands. This concept, along with the concept of Rich Playboy, love em and leave, et al. is completely foriegn to them because they are stupid.

And after last week and being asked to buy that both Clark and Lana are virgins (by whose rules? Clinton's???) I am fed up. I am also convinced that terrible, horrible dark things have been done to my pretend boyfriend Steve DeKnight and that it is very possible that he is being held captive somewhere and forced to watch endless repeats of "Celebrity Mole," cause dude. That is the only possible explanation.

It is not as if I don't like my heroes to be morally motivated, or even orally motivated. I just need for the endorsed morality of a show to freaking make sense and depict the larger fabric of society as a whole in which things are not always black and white, the hero is not always right and sometimes the good guys are wearing the black hats and making hard choices. Yes, I often want Giles to lie to me about it all but there comes a point where I can not take one more second of faulty Seventh Heaven Reasoning.

And how in the world can a show drop out of my favor so freaking fast? One week I am in ecstatics over Transference and now I am actually considering watching "Lost" or cutting out active TV altogether.

I am one very fickle bitch. But I am a fickle bitch with a beta draft of a vid! Su-Weet!

My Life Is Controlled by A Yellow, Furry Being...

Vet just called. I ran Sid in this morning cause he was acting sick and would not pee and dude - he *always* pees in the morning. Like a river. Add to that he was trying to crawl into my lap *and* when I came home from work to check on him he *still* would not use the bathroom - even when I walked him several blocks, past several nifty trees, bushes and mailboxes and then he cried and pushed at me like he wanted me to pick him up and carry him (he weighs 50 lbs) - this is not normal. He hasn't used the bathroom in the apartment, either. In fact, he has been accident free entirely since we moved (Go Sid! ::high fives::).

So I took him to the vet's for tests. And he is fine. They had no trouble getting him to go to the bathroom, and all tests are negative.

The vet thinks he is depressed or insecure because Aunt Maude is gone. And if anything, the Aunt Maude time demonstrated to me that I just do not have the energy or financial resources to have a two animal house-hold, especially if I am allergic to one of those animals. I cannot get Sid a kitten, no matter how much we both want one. As it is, this latest vet visit is someone's Christmas gift.

I am willing to consider letting Sid have Cappy's maltese, Buffy. She is the size of a cat and he does like to play with her, but she is house-trained and walking two dogs is not that different from walking one...

Except my apartment is small and perfectly sized for me and Sid. Buffy will make us crowded. Also, Cappy might not like me taking her dog. If Cappy lives with me during college, that will be fine - but then I'd have to have a bigger place so it will work out. Except I think Cappy should live in the dorm at least for the first year and I know she is not going to want to leave Buffy at home and maybe I am thinking about this too much...

Sid can have a beta fish. But not the kind with the fancy tank.

More on Smallville...

Oh, oh, oh, -- If I met Lex Luthor and had a one night stand with him and then he sent me diamond earrings, I'd be all "He is the best man evah!"

Cause normally you just get the pancake breakfast. Diamond earrings are better for your cholesterol.

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You know what pisses me off about Bridget Jones II? Not the stereotyped view that all women secretly or not so secretly yearn to marry. No, I can accept and ignore that.

Not that RZ weighs pretty much what I weigh in the movie and everywhere I go now it is "OMG SHE IS A COW!!11!!" only in US Weekly Headline Speak and RZ had to immediately transform herself into an anorexic goth to gain any sense of self-worth at all. No, I accept that pop culture thinks a size 10 is overweight and while I may have issues about that for the rest of my life, it doesn't bug me on a moment to moment basis. Not enough to drop the cream cheese wonton I just ate, apparently.

What really bugs me is that, essentially - Bridget looks like me. Skin tone, body type, big cheeks. Yeah - we could be cousins. And I just cannot buy that Colin Firth and Hugh Grant will ever get into a throw-down over me.

Although I can dream.