Crazy Uncle Arvin and Dirty Uncle Ta
Sep. 30th, 2003 12:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jainaOr, "Look, an actual Alias entry!"
Went to Dan and Debby's on Sunday for barbecue and had Caitlin Wayneburgers, made by Dan. Yummm. Abandoned everyone at 9 pm to sit two feet in front of the TV, eyes glued to the screen. I looked, according to my fiancé, like a little kid watching Saturday morning cartoons.
A lot of my thoughts have already been expressed by others on my friends list far more coherently than I could have managed, so I'll limit myself to these:
Thought number one (and the first thing both![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
schneck128 and I said when I called her afterward): "WHERE THE HELL WAS HE!?!?" We were both seriously perturbed at the sad lack of beautiful, evil Mr. Sark. He'd better be in every damn episode from now on, that's all I'm sayin'.
Thought number two: there were times, and angles, where Jennifer Garner's resemblance to Lena Olin took my breath away. It's all in the cheekbones-- maybe a little in her nose. It was gorgeous. But still no substitute for actual SpyMommy.
Thought number three: Jack and Irina, working together for a year. Ohhhh, the plotbunnies this must be generating. If only I were a writer-- but I'm not. So I'll just have to read every single fic that all you brilliant Alias ficwriters generate. More more more, now now now. Please?
Thought number four: You mean to tell me that Mr. CIA Asset had the *only* copy of the aircraft schematics? That doesn't seem so smart to me. I presumed that the CIA was raiding the Covenant's place because they wanted to keep the chip out of bad-guy hands. But then Syd threatens to torch the chip, and Not!Kendall does what she wants. Hmmm, seems a leetle dumb to me. Jack'd never've let that happen.
Thought number five: Beard bad.
Thought number six: You go, Syd! Smack Vaughn DOWN!
Thought number seven: Sloane. Magic mushrooms. That's all I'm sayin'.
Right, think that's all for now. ;)
Went to Dan and Debby's on Sunday for barbecue and had Caitlin Wayneburgers, made by Dan. Yummm. Abandoned everyone at 9 pm to sit two feet in front of the TV, eyes glued to the screen. I looked, according to my fiancé, like a little kid watching Saturday morning cartoons.
A lot of my thoughts have already been expressed by others on my friends list far more coherently than I could have managed, so I'll limit myself to these:
Thought number one (and the first thing both
schneck128 and I said when I called her afterward): "WHERE THE HELL WAS HE!?!?" We were both seriously perturbed at the sad lack of beautiful, evil Mr. Sark. He'd better be in every damn episode from now on, that's all I'm sayin'.Thought number two: there were times, and angles, where Jennifer Garner's resemblance to Lena Olin took my breath away. It's all in the cheekbones-- maybe a little in her nose. It was gorgeous. But still no substitute for actual SpyMommy.
Thought number three: Jack and Irina, working together for a year. Ohhhh, the plotbunnies this must be generating. If only I were a writer-- but I'm not. So I'll just have to read every single fic that all you brilliant Alias ficwriters generate. More more more, now now now. Please?
Thought number four: You mean to tell me that Mr. CIA Asset had the *only* copy of the aircraft schematics? That doesn't seem so smart to me. I presumed that the CIA was raiding the Covenant's place because they wanted to keep the chip out of bad-guy hands. But then Syd threatens to torch the chip, and Not!Kendall does what she wants. Hmmm, seems a leetle dumb to me. Jack'd never've let that happen.
Thought number five: Beard bad.
Thought number six: You go, Syd! Smack Vaughn DOWN!
Thought number seven: Sloane. Magic mushrooms. That's all I'm sayin'.
Right, think that's all for now. ;)
