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Meta for whatever episode this was, I guess. Heh, can you feel my continued enthusiasm for this show? No? *Sigh*


( Also contains preview spoilers for next week... )

Since it's very possible that I will be incoherent with grief and rage tonight after the death of a certain most favorite character in all the world. So, before I descend, here is a bit of happy in the form of my favorite Hark! A Vagrant! comic:



R.I.P John Paul II. You were so much better than Ratzinger.


I finally cracked the hell out of the Pansy/Dean scene in FE that's been kicking my ass for months. This scene has been a large part of the reason the fic has gone so long without an update, but I've finally emerged from the wilderness! I think my main issue was that I didn't know what I wanted from the scene, but some unexpected meaty/serious business finally emerged, and we are a go. Even without the Pansy/Millicent confrontation, I'm currently at 25 pages. Hopefully, the length and the tons of emotional shit I packed in will make up for the long hiatus.


Now, if I'm unable to write meta for tonight's Heroes episode, then I'm sure you'll understand. Please excuse me while I proceed to drown myself in the fifteen pages of academic writing I still have to do this week. D: D: D:

I sure as hell took my time getting to the Heroes meta this week. I think I'm starting to emotionally distance myself from the show again now that we're nearing a certain absolutely final because it's a character that I love and the writers hate me like that death.

My bitterness might, just might, start showing up in my meta. Shocking, I know.


( The key word this week is anticlimactic... )

Lately, it seems that I've only been posting for [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]. I'll try to be better about that in the future.

But for now!

( Once upon a time, in season one when the show was still good... until now... )

Oh my goodness.

After reading this heroes secret, I officially want Adrian Pasdar off of Heroes.

So that he can be on Mad Men.

Think of it: Pasdar, in all his shark-like, snarky glory vs. John Hamm, in all his shark-like, snarky glory. Wearing a jaw-dropping suit, he would stomp right into Sterling Cooper and raise some serious, sexy hell-- stealing secretaries and jobs left and right! Mmmmnnnn... Granted, Adrian would no doubt be playing more or less the same thing he always plays. Nathan Petrelli + Jim Profit + Mad Men = Delicious Yet Not Very Different Version of Pasdar. But who cares??? Because it would be Adrian Pasdar on Mad Men.

*Sigh* Of course, this will never happen because I already used up my fangirl wish when I wished for Aaron Stanford to be on Mad Men in a scene with his virtual twin, Vincent Kartheiser. Ah, well.

My favorite episode in a long time. Not getting my hopes up too high, but this is still a good sign of things to come. Of course, I said that a time or two last season...



( Meta, meta, meta... )

Yesterday was pretty much the worst a day could have been short of Hiroshima. Exaggeration? Yes. But painful, nonetheless.

On my way to taking Sophie to get fixed-- something I've felt somewhat morally opposed to, despite all the self-righteous shouts of fix your dog or you're going to HELL that I've been hearing from every corner of the globe-- my car died. At a stoplight. Just as the light turned green and several cars pulled up behind me. Awesome. We were late to the appointment, by the way.

My car apparently has a million things wrong with it just in time for my grad classes to start. In other words, when I need it in order to bounce between two different schools and work during the week.

Worst of all, I was at work when a migraine chose to rise from the depths of my shrinking capillaries. I was blinded by an altogether new kind of "floater" in my vision. Instead of the usual fuzzy white spots in my vision giving me that courtesy twenty minute warning to get my ass to a bathroom in case it's time to throw up and before I lose the power of coherent speech-- the new floater more resembles what I imagine having kaleidoscopes for eyes would be like. Over ten years into the game, and my migraines decide to change the game now?

So, now I'm in the migraine next-day hangover phase. And I haven't had a full night's sleep in a week. If somebody doesn't hand me a cookie soon, I might snap.



In Heroes news, I'm still not sure if I'm going to be continuing to write the weekly meta. I caught the second half of the premiere, and I was so ridiculously bored I had to fight the impulse not to re-watch episodes of Glee instead. I really think my investment in this show is as dead as Nathan Petrelli's corpse. My love for the show has always been based on a love for the Petrelli brothers, so what am I supposed to cling to now? Matt Parkman? Ando? The excellent, coherent, continuity-respecting writing? HA-- just kidding! I wish. But I love [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and my fannish friends, so we'll see.

In other news, Glee is the greatest thing since sliced bread. Makes me happy times a thousand.

Someone, somewhere, is watching a disturbing lack of Pansy scenes in HBP.

I, however, have to wait until tomorrow. This is the first HP movie I haven't midnight-seen excluding the first. I don't really feel like a midnight showing kind of fan anymore. More like a former fan going to see the last movie before Snape officially loses his balls to a horrible back story. Seriously, if I could just suck all the horribly written romance out of those last two books while keeping the main action minus the years upon years of pointless camping in the woods... *Sigh* But I cannot.

Anyway, on the other end of the fandom hord...

Here be an interesting essay about Nathan's future on Heroes. There are some interesting ideas about where the writers are going with WHAT HAPPENED but... no. I can't get on board with the idea that just because someone's been injected with false memories they become someone else. They may think they're that other person, but they aren't. Because it's a lie. Having false memories does not a soul transfer do. That thing is not my Nathan. No metaphysical argument about the concept of "the soul" is going to change my mind because the show hasn't allowed for/given a basis for such serious talk. There was no "transfer" of any kind. There was Matt Parkman and his magical mind rape. Nathan had no role in any of it because he was already gone.

Now, something worthy of meta is where the hell Parkman got those "memories" in the first place. Not from Nathan, obviously. From Angela, who was conveniently standing nearby? From a collection of memories he had retained from previous mind rapes of others?

Memories from other people are not enough to create a full identity, so they must have come from Nathan somehow. But the show has never given a basis for the idea that Parkman retains a mental residue from reading people's minds (a la Rogue). So... what? If the show tries to imply that Parkman took them from Nathan's cooling corpse, then so help me...

Hell, whom am I kidding? The writers are never going to address any of this. Ever.

[Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com].

I had to take a few days to allow the alternating numbness and fury to subside before I could bear to watch the episode again in order to write the meta. But I did it.


( So here it is. )

Have I mentioned that I really, really don't want to lose Nathan on Monday's season finale?

Oh, I have? Well, I'm gonna say it one more time. I've thought about it long and hard, weighed the contributions of all the individual characters and actors, and I've come to the conclusion that I'd sacrifice the lot of them to keep Nathan Petrelli alive and well on my television screen. Well, everyone except Peter, but I consider the Petrelli brothers a set so he doesn't count.

I've put up with a lot from this show-- plotholes, continuity rape, character assassinations, paternity shenanigans, fail!science, bad wigs, beards worthy of your local neighborhood rapist, plots that would make even soap opera writers blush in embarrassment, etc.-- and I sure as hell didn't put up with all that for Matt Parkman. Or Claire. Or anyone other than the freaking Petrelli brothers. *Weeps*