Well, that’s what you get for giving your gun away to some bedridden mindcontrolled godworm infested cripple. But, she did just set the one fucker sorta on fire, so that counts for something.
by krisis
consume
Aww… i sorta wanted to see Scully kick the ass of that entire town after she went though all that head-strong BS at the beginning. It figures… now she’ll need a man to come to her rescue. Even without Mulder around Scully somehow always gets her ass into trouble without kicking nearly enough ass along the way. I mean… Mulder got to kick ass often enough. My favourite Scully-kicks-ass moment was the cancer-man episode the came after the SuperBowl where she used the shock-paddles in an ambulance to totally zap her assailant. And, i think she did some ass kicking prior to that. I am totally a proponent of female-ass kicking in teevee and film, which is why i love my darling Buffy so much (and why i feel a magnetic pull to the cinema to see charlie’s angels). Whoa… at least Scully is going down kicking and screaming like the tuff mutha that i know she is. Go Scully!
I find this rather patronizing….
“Long paragraphs are easier to read online with occasional line breaks. Your opinion will be enhanced by pressing “Enter” twice after every third or fourth sentence. “
That was encountered as Epinions comment on my sparkling pj harvey review. While one can occasionally get lost in thick paragraphs of prose, i shudder to think that the rules for web-authoring include the phrase “Press enter twice after every third or fourth sentence.” >sigh
Reserving judgment on the new U2 disc until i get to know it a bit better. Of course, that would have to happen tomorrow if i’m going to be able to get my review done in time for this week’s paper. The album just doesn’t hit me as hard as i feel it should; i’m not sure if it’s a result of a general apathy to U2 or the fact that the album is mediocre. Maybe after suffering through Pop i would actually appreciate it…
How i can tell i’m in college: i walked into my kitchen looking to raid the fridge, but before i made it that far i saw a two hour-old piece of pizza and thought to myself “that is exactly what i want right now,” despite the fact that i have about five pounds of various thanksgiving leftovers in my fridge. Yep, college is all about the room-temperature pizza. Mmmmm.