( Wear the eyepatch, Moist. Wear the funky, funky eyepatch. )My
Pushing Daisies DVDs came in the mail yesterday (woo!) and in celebration, I ate a slice of the only kind of pie I like (lemon merengue). This morning, instead of doing my drugs homework, I watched the first three episodes with the doofiest grin on my face, and I am now nothing more than a puddle on the floor. Oh, Ned. I'll give you an emotional heimlich any day. *lovestruck sigh* I think my love for this show gets greater every time I see it. Tomorrow there's a new episode and I can actually watch it! Woo!
I've had an insane amount of crap to do this week; no time to relax until, like... Thursday? Gragh. At least I have PD to fall asleep to now, to put me in a good mood. =)
Oh, and I watched BBT this week too. Still not getting the love. In case you were wondering, that's what my cut label comes from, since the guy who plays Moist in Dr. Horrible was wearing an eyepatch, and (since I saw the David Bowie episode of Flight of the Conchords like 3 times this weekend) can now only think of Bowie Jemaine saying "Wear the funky, funky eyepatch!" whenever anyone anywhere is wearing an eyepatch. (That includes Aunt Lily.) Which is also probably why I was thinking during the Buffy S4 finale, "It's a dream, Giles. It's all a part of your freaky dream!"
Yeah. I finished Buffy S4 on Sunday. Weirdest season finale
ever. I might have preferred the episode before it acting as the finale, though this one did provide some odd sense of closure for the season (which I only understood after watching Joss discuss it as a 40-minute tone poem in one of the bonus features). It was just... strange. (For those of you that don't know, I've been borrowing Buffy DVDs from my school library as part of my... cultural education. Yeeeeeaah. So this is my first time watching the series, though I do know some things that happen later on in the series. It's one of the hazards of watching a show 5 years after it goes off the air.)
Lots of crazy stress in real life at the moment. Too much crap to do for school and Res Life (oh, and did I mention my short story characters are invading my dreams again? Good times.). TV is my duvet of goose-downy goodness. So forgive the insane fannishness of this post.