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first date update

February 6, 2010

Dear Readers,

As I’m sure many of you will appreciate, particularly after yesterday’s blog post, here is how last night went.

1. I talked about Joss Whedon and the cancellation of Firefly.
2. He brought up his brother’s keen ability to fart on command.
3. He’s a little bit of a food lover. And by a little bit, I mean he subscribes to Food & Wine magazine.
4. Our date lasted nine hours. Five of which were spent on my couch just talking. He left at 3:30am.
5. So, like, it’s supposed to be easy? Who knew.

As if things couldn’t get any better, I woke up after 4 hours of sleep to strange noises above me. Pretty sure my loud and annoyingly sexual neighbors just moved out.

That is all.

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chimichanga!

February 5, 2010

Usually three days in a row at work leave me aching for a weekend, not squeeing for a weekend. But, I think a lot of it has to do with the dude I’m seeing tonight. Here are the five worst things I could bring up on my real live date tonight.

1. This blog. I believe this is self-explanatory.

2. The fact that I am a little opinionated about television. And “opinionated” is actually code for “obsessed.” I’ve alluded to the fact that I watch a bit of it, but I think I need to save the crazed Joss Whedon bitching and sharing of the DVD collection until he thinks I’m way cooler than I am. Unless he comes into my apartment, sees them, and gives me crap about Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Then we’d really have to talk.

3. How many times I’ve pooped today. (Sorry Emily.) As a nurse, it’s tempting to talk bowels. However, not so romantic.

4. My romantic history. No ex. No never-really-my-boyfriend exes.

5. This one’s more of a “don’t” rather than a “don’t talk about.” We’re eating at one of my favorite Mexican food places in Tucson and they have the BEST chimichangas. And they are huge. And I usually leave the place with a massive food baby that doesn’t got away for a week and a third of it for leftovers. So, tonight, DON’T order the chimichanga. (This might have a double-meaning. Just saying.)

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someone like you

February 3, 2010

Apparently two years was all it took. I was into WHO?! for that long? And why? Well, girls and boys, guess what. You’re worth more than an unrequited thingy-ma-jig, even when no one better is around.

How did I come to this epiphany? (You’re asking yourselves.) Particularly, because a mere month ago I was still caught in a Kryptonite trap and whining about how my love life sucks balls. Oh, that did NOT sound right. Well, that one guy- Mystery Boy, as I’ve referred to him- and I have been Facebooking for about a month (ahh the joys of technology). And he asked me out. I have not even gone out with him yet, and he’s my favorite. And not because he’s hot (he is), or because he’s a spectacular drummer (he is), or that people say he’s cool (he is on Facebook). I barely know him, and sure the date could tank and we could be completely not good for each other and I’ll be out of luck again. But, at least I know what I need:

I need a guy who goes for it more often than not. Hard to get is effective; but, with my brain, I’ll think you’re playing hard to get unless you’re constantly texting me some lame ass romantic shit. I need a guy who will show he’s into me by making plans in advance. Not the day or night before. Not an hour or the second before. I need a guy who will call. Not text. Not Facebook, even when that has been our only method of communication. When he knows I’m home and able to answer my cell. When he knows there will be no message leaving. With a plan of what we’re doing. Date surprises be damned (see: ice skating disaster in 2005). No asking me what or where I want to go or do after you’ve picked me up. No “so what now” after dinner, which leads to hanging out at my apartment which leads to bad things. I need a guy who is direct. Because lord knows, I’m a total dumbass when it comes to dating. I don’t mean that all of these are required and now listed on my Cement Block of Rules for the opposite sex. I just mean I need a guy who doesn’t make me guess what he’s thinking. Who doesn’t play games. Who’s actually interested in seeing me and shows me. Better yet, someone who tells me.

So, thanks Mystery Boy, for not being such a mystery after all. Thanks for showing me I deserve better. Because dammit, I really do! And here’s to a really good Friday night. I’m rooting for it, for sure. I’m mostly keeping a clear head- something, among many other things, the past almost six years of chronic singleness has taught me quite well. If it works out for a while, I think it could be really great. If it doesn’t work out, at least I know now.

Mysteries are so overrated.

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welcome to neuropolis (or tucson…)

February 1, 2010

I was planning this weekend since forever ago- put out the Facebook invites, took a long weekend off from work, made sure all the old clarinets knew what was up. Of course, at the last minute people realized it actually takes over an hour to get up to Mt. Lemmon- Tucson’s northern mountain where there is quite often snow, a pizza/cookie place, hiking/camping, and at one time, some pretty good pie. Additional bonus! It had snowed there THAT WEEK, which meant some fresh powder to throw at Jameson’s face. It ended up being a small group of older ex-members of the clarinet section, which was nice. But once we got a few miles from the base, there was an intensely long line. Looks like my good planning ahead of time was actually really bad timing. The rest of Tucson had the same cravings for a Snow Day. It actually made the news. Yes, that is as exciting as it gets here.

The day wasn’t a complete epic fail, however. We ended up eating an early dinner and hanging out at my place. In fact, the day turned out pretty awesome. After they left my apartment, I was officially asked out by Mystery Boy (who is no longer a mystery, BTW), I went dancing with some friends, drank FAR too much, and found $60 on the floor of the club.

AND to top it all off, I finally got a picture of The Dinosaur. I’ve lived in this town for a few years now. It’s not a big city, some might call it a big ghetto. But, I actually love it. The people are interesting, there’s culture, and it’s a bigger town that has the small town feel. Except, it also tends to be a bit strange. Take, for example, our HOT summers, the park bums, the 4th Ave bums, the bus stop bums, the lumberjack on Stone, the fact that you shouldn’t drive south of Broadway after 8pm, the potholes, and the wide array of Granolas and Hippies that reside here. There is just so much GOODNESS to enjoy.

So, I’m starting a new series: Weird Shit in Tucson. Or Neuropolis. Each week (or probably every couple of weeks), I will attempt to post about all the weird shit in Tucson until everything weird in Tucson has finally been documented. Trust me, this is VERY exciting.

Weird Shit in Tucson

This week, I bring you The Dinosaur that lives at the McDonald’s on Tanque Verde. The first is the one you can see from the road.

Only in Tucson.

P.S. If you live here/have lived here, feel free to play along! I have only so many ideas.

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top five tv boys

January 30, 2010

I thought I’d be all introspective this morning and talk about my Top Five (thanks Collective!) places here in Tucson- my favorite Arizona town. But, no.I don’t have real words (brain waves still flat from yesterday). So, instead, you get a silly lusty post on my Top Five TV Boyfriends. No, it’s different from Jennie’s Top Five Best TV Boyfriends. Because, my list isn’t actually dating anyone but me. Obviously.

1. Michael Vaughn

He’s Mr. Secret Agent Man, and what is there not to love? I remember being 16 and having pictures of him all over my school binders. And then I got a boyfriend at 17 and still had pictures of him all over my school binders. He’s got a cute little chin dimple, forehead wrinkles that say “I really worry and care about you,” and a smile that gives everything away. He’ll always be on this list, despite his season of stupidity when he married that one slut. I can overlook some faults.

2. William the Bloody, aka Spike

When I think “Champion,” do I think of Angel? No. Not really. I think of a dude with bleach blonde hair, a leather trench, and a smirk that makes me weak. He IS the superior vampire, and he knows it, but he’s got that soft, poetic side to him too. He knows how to love and isn’t afraid to. And he looks damn good without a shirt on.

3. John Crichton

Not only does this man’s ass look incredibly tasty when adorned in leather, but he’s pretty much the personified reason that I like boys. If you don’t know what I mean, you haven’t been watching Farscape. Go watch and tell me that you don’t wish he was your boyfriend, too.

4. Seeley Booth

I can’t exactly pin it. Is it the Cocky belt? Is it the naive, boyish nature? Is it the fact that he looks a lot like Angel and tries to save the world a lot like Angel? Is it the charm? The smile? The strong jaw? Who am I kidding, it’s everything. EVERYTHING about this man is beautiful.

5. Karl “Helo” Agathon

Okay, have you SEEN his arms?! That is reason enough to be on this list. But in all seriousness, he’s on here for a reason. And not just because of the whole [SPOILERS] Paul Ballard thing last night on Dollhouse. Helo is just awesome. Period. There is no other way to explain it. And he has way less baggage than both Lee Adama and Paul Ballard. Thus, he and his beautiful arms win hands down.

BONUS: Favorite Hook-up

Because he looks good in suits. Among other things.

Apparently, I need to go meet some real guys.

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everything’s going to be alright

January 29, 2010

Today, I just had my second open heart surgery recovery orientation at work this afternoon. And it was stressful and bloody and full of craziness. And I’m sick of asshole nerdy doctors who think they are superior. And I’m tired of thinking and the way that my skull is squeezing my brain.

But, I have poured myself a glass of wine, curled up on Ashley’s couch, and tonight’s the night. It’s the LAST. EPISODE. OF DOLLHOUSE. EVER. And it’s a Big Bad combination. If you go over to her blog, she’s probably explained the significance of this thing a hell of a lot more poignantly than I ever could. (Only because I just spent every brain cell on keeping a dude alive this evening, by the way. Heh.) But, seriously, tonight is one of those really sad moments in television history. It’s the first Joss Whedon finale I will see on a television, not from a DVD. It might even be the last Joss Whedon finale I will see on television. Once again, a great show is prematurely canceled- one that brings up questions and issues that no one has ever really dared to bring up during primetime. It had so much potential to be completely brilliant in so many ways. And we never get to see it. Good bye, Dollhouse. You definitely tried to be your best.

Epitaph Two: The Return

00:00 Bastards at Fox. Ending my show. This beginning stuff must be kinda confusing for you people who haven’t watched the DVDs. If you’re out there. Are you seriously out there? Go watch Epitaph One! NOW! We’ll wait for you.
00:01 Ashley, they are zombies.
00:02 “Look around tiny messiah!” and “Magically delicious super whore?”
00:05 This is totally what the world is coming to. Replacing our fat bodies with hot ones. Speaking of…YAY! TAHMOH!
00:07 Ashley and I are predicting if there’s going to be a happy ending. Lindsay’s Happy Ending Prediction: no. Ashley’s: yes. Interesting.
00:13 Yeah, I’m going to totally miss DeWitt.
00:14 Ashley definitely called that was Pria and Anthony’s kid.
00:15 Good to see you’ve mellowed. Ha!
00:16 The joy of fiction, is they could actually pull this off. But will Joss?
00:17 “You’re so corny.” “You’re…fat.” Love the ten year relationship with these guys.
00:19 Damnit. I was pretending they didn’t break up in Epitaph One. Sad.
00:22 Mmm, Tech Heads. Nice one, writers.
00:26 I can’t write. I’m too busy enjoying.
00:27 I’m going to miss you, Helo. Someone hire Tahmoh!
00:28 He does know you, girl. Give. It. Up.
00:29 When zombies attack…
00:33 I’m making Ashley do all my DVR time math for me. This is bad guys. She might have to explain who Eliza Dushku is pretty soon. Who is Sarah Michelle Gellar?
00:35 This music feels oddly like Angel. It’s the violins.
00:36 Oh SHIT Pen- SHIT. Paul has a hole in his head. Joss, you SICK BASTARD. Yeah, I’m sorta crying right now. Ashley, don’t make fun of me.
00:37 I am severely unhappy at this moment.
00:38 Um. What the hell? Alpha? And he cares about Paul? Ten years with no middle section of plot make people weird.
00:39 Please don’t kill him too. I don’t think my poor heart can take much more.
00:44 What a commentary on today’s “quick fix” mentality, no?
00:45 Oh, Fran Kranz. You make me sooo sad. Why are you so fantastic?
00:46 Oh, there I go crying again. Thank Eliza. That’s as good as you’ve been.
00:48 I love that Alpha’s a good guy. I wish I could have seen that happen with a six-year series. Le sigh. Spike anyone?
00:54 Depression setting in. Topher “not coming back.” Pria and Tony. Felicia Day digging the Ass Hat.
00:55 Leading them out into the light. Remember that in Season 1?
00:56 This is crazy weird. Last couple minutes of one hell of a show?
00:58 Okay, that was not the bad kind of explosion. I was convinced for a second. Does that make me a pessimist?
00:59 Ashley wins! Everything’s going to be alright.
01:00 Okay, words aren’t coming out anymore. They’ve been replaced with big, obnoxious tears. And loud ones coming from the person next to me. I am so sad.

Level of Awesome: Considering it ended with both Ashley and me in tears? FUCKING GOOD.
Best LOL Moment: “You’re fat.”
Remember When? We watched the series premiere before Battlestar Galactica last January?
Whedon Guest Stars: Felicia Day, ya’lls. Penny.
Whedon Death Watch: Paul Ballard. Topher Brink. Dollhouse. I’m going to go cry some more now.

Thank you Joss Whedon, for making some damn good television. And thank you, Ashley, for ruining my life.

Grr. Argh.

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that’s so (NOT) me!

January 22, 2010

Last Halloween. You remember.

Unfortunately, my mom had asked me what I went as and instead of lying to her, I told her. “Because it’s SO not me! It’s funny because it’s not me! Get it?! Hahaha.” She was all “Uh huh, I hope you’re not doing too much partying.” I rolled my eyes from over the phone, “I’m fine, Mom. I’m not,” thinking she was worrying about my drinking habits. And that was the end of that.

Fast forward to Christmas Eve. Annie and I are driving back to Phoenix for the holiday and she breaks it to me. The week before, Mom brought up my Halloween costume. And that she thinks I go home from parties and bars with boys. That the Halloween costume was funny “because it was SO ME!!” Let me repeat myself, if you did not comprehend: MY MOTHER THINKS I’M A HO BAG. Which is really funny, because not only am I not a ho bag, I have never, ever gone home with anyone from a party ever. Nor do I plan to. (If you do, I do not judge. Just, please use protection. Even my costume used condoms.) In fact, she was almost giving me too much credit when it comes to picking up guys. Because, I am so horrifically bad at picking up, meeting, or flirting with guys. Which is why my costume was funny. It is ironic. You don’t pick out a Halloween costume that is YOU. Get it? GET IT?!

So, obviously, this induced a reaction that was sort of a mix between hysterical laughter and a bit of devastated crying. My mommy, after all, thought I was a slut. And dude, when your mommy thinks your a slut, life just sort of sucks. So I set her straight. I didn’t give her My Number or anything, but I would hope that merely telling her what I had told her months ago would suffice. That she would trust my word enough. After all, regardless of our teenage fights, it’s not like she’s ever really had to worry about me. So, between tears and hugs in my mom’s kitchen, in front of the baked apple french toast, we sounded like this:

Me: Mom, I said “it’s so NOT me!” I was being ironic!
Mom: I thought you said “it was SO ME!”
Me: SO NOT ME.
Mom: I’M SO GLAD.
Me: I don’t want you thinking I’m Slutty McSlutterson!
Mom: No. Just lonely maybe?

Well, but, occasionally lonely does not equal me sleeping around. So, that was the end of that, and also the reason why Christmas was so effing fantastic and so much better than the two months preceding it. Because my mom was seeing me for the non-slut that I am. Phew!

We talked on the phone yesterday. I told her all about DC and talking about how I’m loving my life right now and how it’s been almost a year since I became a nurse and all that other gooshy crap because it is important to highlight all the good things in life when speaking to parents. They went camping this weekend and saw a t-shirt in a store. It said “Live Simply,” and she immediately thought of me- which made me feel feelings that were opposite of when I heard “Mommy thinks you’re a Ho.”

It’s all good and dandy when the parents are proud of you for what you’ve done accomplished. But, when it’s because of WHO you’ve become, it feels likes you just won a race. Like you just won a race and the sun is shining and the birds are singing and nothing can freaking touch you because YOU ROCK.

“You sound very happy,” she said.

Yup. That pretty much covers it.

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on holiday

January 20, 2010

As of Sunday morning at 7:30am, this month of nights will be over. My month of CRAZY started on Christmas Eve as Annie and I drove to Phoenix to spend some holiday times with Mom, Dad, and Scott. We did a little Hors D’oeuvres Night on Christmas Eve, we did a little gift exchanging (or a lot because Lindsay is actually making money now), and then, after Christmas dinner, I did a little driving back to Tucson so that I could work on Saturday. The next day at noon, I left for San Diego with the Pride of Arizona for the 2009 Holiday Bowl. After the past month, it feels like it was a year ago. Is it time for Christmas 2010 yet?

Now, after four nights in a crazy fun city with the most spectacular marching band, I’m pretty sure that going through every detail may literally take me a year. SO! Instead you get a Top Ten List. And a convenient Flickr set (also see on Facebook).

The Most Awesome Moments in San Diego 2009

1. Last year’s Band Banquet in Circus Circus in Las Vegas was cool and everything. But, I arrived after the Band Day video, the food was OK, and every award given from each section leader was so rushed and annoying. This one! THIS ONE. The food was fantastic- there was salmon and chocolate cake that was particularly beautiful. It was at this place which happened to be on the water with glowy lights everywhere. I looked awesome. Alex make the most awesomely awkward speech ever. All was good.

2. Unfortunately, Comic Con 2010 is sold out, but at least I was where the cool people will be: the San Diego Convention Center! The Pride definitely rocked the house where I will someday GEEK THE HELL OUT with Ashley and Mia. Someday. Also, the view from the SDCC is really pretty and the weather was gorgeous. And this one guy hung a corn on the cob from a noose (Nebrask Cornhuskers). It was cool.

3. When I was little and Mom was staying home with Annie and me, we’d go to Sea World A LOT. Except I was like 3 and don’t remember Shamu. So walking into the park beside the Pride doing the parade block was pretty effing sweet. Yeah for school pride in Shamu’s house! After, we got to hang out in the park for free. I saw belugas, watched a Shamu show, and took some cool pictures. Later, I joined a different group to see the sharks and manatees. We ended up sharing three funnel cakes. I think it was a successful day.

4. After Sea World, I joined my drummer boys and got some dinner at the House of Blues where I ate the most fantastic fish tacos of my life. And then I had Ghiradelli hot chocolate. And then we just walked around the Gaslight. It was the perfect evening off, regardless of Rule 11 (we can’t drink).

5. Attached to most NCAA Bowl Games is a marching band competition. I was in one back in 2003- Fiesta Bowl. And this year, Ironwood Ridge of Tucson was lucky enough to go to San Diego. As we were warming up for the Big Bay Balloon Parade, Ironwood Ridge joined us to play (Arizona) Band Yell. It was a cool moment and if I was a high school bandie, playing AZ Band Yell with the Pride would have been one hell of a moment.

6. It was cloudy and cool and I was not dressed in band garb, marching the parade sequence many a times, so therefore, the Balloon Parade makes it into the top ten. Also, I took a picture with Darth Vader and a very large wiener.

7. By the time lunch came around after the parade, the band (and I) were starved for some hot food. We were surprised with a real life Mexican meal on the bay. No seriously. Mexican food on the water. Crazy awesome.

8. Before the horrific game, when all was right with the world, Tucson had come to San Diego! It was cold and raining (or spitting), but the fans were on fire! We were SO READY to kick some Nebraska ass! Except we didn’t. But, we’re ignoring that.

9. By Half Time, the football team was doing horribly and there was not much chance for us to get ourselves out of the toilet. (Did I mention that I stood on a side box and conducted in front of thousands of people?) But, there’s just something about Half Time- even after a whole season of “Eat the Rich” that makes a football game a football game. And then all the high school marching bands took the field with high school dancers and there were fireworks and a mix of fun music and a bunch of us had our own private dance party right there on Qualcomm Field. Yeah, my life is awesome.

10. It was cold. It was raining and we were soaked. The Wildcats were the first team to be shut out at the Holiday Bowl. They never really brought out their game and played like a team reminiscent of 2004. It was a depressing sight. Unless you were near the Pride of Arizona. Had you’d only been watching them, you would have thought we were winning the whole time. Against all odds, they kept going, having fun, ignoring the game, making up new cheers, and being the completely classy kids they are. I am unbelievably honored to have been their TA this year, so happy I get to go back next year. It’s moments like those that make me feel so badass to have been a part of that. To be a part of that. It doesn’t matter who won that night. No matter how much I’ve come to love football, it’s never been about the game.

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you’re the head of the lollipop guild WHO’S A TRAITOR

January 15, 2010

Coming to YOU from Bethesda, Maryland. On the cozy papasan chair in the apartment of Mia of Vida Viaje. Prior to a night of potential shenanigans. Following a long and exciting day walking solo around Washington, DC and a delicious dinner with her hostess. As I try to stay awake after two $4 sangrias. On HDTV.

It’s THE weekly Dollhouse live blog.

I’m on vacation. I do what I want. Oh, don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about DC later.

“The Hollow Man”

9:00 EST Mind blown. AGAIN. Thanks Boyd.
9:02 I want all my questions answered please. Instead, I just have more.
9:03 They are so hot. And also maybe a little screwed? In the not nice way?
9:04 Last time we see the credits? :(
9:09 HAHA! He’s so good at Topher.
9:10 WHAT THE FUCK. Also, where is this, downtown?
9:11 Oh, Amy. You scare me sometimes. Mostly when you’re blue or have massive facial scarring.
9:15 Aww Topher is fantastic.
9:17 Tricky Boyd.
9:21 NICE. Well that’s different.
9:26 Mia says, “Isn’t it weird that Boyd put his business partner in the woman he’s sleeping with?” True dat.
9:27 And the crazy “Crime and Punishment” guilt of Topher begins. I be sad.
9:29 As much as I hate Mellie, I’m sorta glad she’s in this episode.
9:30 CREEPY SMILE. And kick ass leap of Faith. LOLZ.
9:31 Oh here it is. Um. HUH?
9:35 Why are you kissing her FACE?
9:36 You’re the head of the lollipop guild WHO’S A TRAITOR.
9:37 Was that in Epitaph One?
9:38 THE KEY?! Wha? In the huh?
9:40 OH SHIT PLEASE NO. Oh Adelle. I really do love you most of the time.
9:41 OH FUCK TO THE NO.
9:42 Oh, you WOULD DO THAT WHEDON.
9:46 So gross. Oh, good timing guys.
9:47 Time to blow this shit up.
9:47 I’m the one who brings about the “Thoughtpocalypse.” HA.
9:49 God, I wish this worked. Also, oh fuck.
9:50 RUN AWAY PAUL. RUN THE FUCK AWAY. SHOOT HIM IN THE BALLS.
9:51 FRED vs. FAITH FTW!
9:52 “What did I miss?” Thank you. That was a needed laugh, Helo.
9:56 I sort of just had a stroke.
9:57 I try to be my best just gave me CHILLS.
9:58 THAT SHOT WAS BUFFY.
9:59 SHIIIIIT. Grr. Argh.
10:00 NOOOOOO.

Level of Awesome: This is a stupid question.
Best LOL Moment: What did I miss?
Remember When? Karl Agathon.
Whedon Guest Stars: Just Amy. Who now scares me shitless.
Whedon Death Watch: Mellie. Boyd. Some other people. You know.

Okay. Have to go now bye.

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what’s in tucson?

January 8, 2010

Text from Ashley this evening: Are you Dollhouse blogging tonight, quitter?

Um. Duh. Quitting (or even taking a break, which Ashley suggested this morning at Jasper’s Cafe- which I thought was really yummy BTW) is clearly not an option while there is a Joss show on TV, my Holiday Bowl recap has not yet been written, I have a future DC trip I must gush about, and I still have five more night shifts to complain about. Quitting YET. So yeah, I shall think on it. Thinking.

Life Recaplette: Five 12-hour night shifts in a row is do-able. Except for the feeling tired ALL. THE. TIME. And nauseated. And heart-burn-y. Which, kinda sucks. Also, I have dark circles under my eyes the size of Texas. I feel very attractive. Which is probably why I’m staying in on a Friday night after a take-out meal of Pad Thai to live blog Dollhouse.

As always, beware of the SPOILERS!

“Getting Closer”

8:02 LOLZ. “What’s in Tucson?” I’ll tell you what’s in Tucson.
8:03 Cutting the head off the snake sounds oddly familiar
8:05 Uh ohs. Caroline’s gone, isn’t she? That’s not a good face. Yeah. Nice.
8:07 Summer! In Tucson! Tucson Institute of Technology? Really?
8:12 I half expected David Boreanaz to step out of the elevator. That’s what happens when you spend the day moping about Buffy Season 8 spoilers.
8:14 TV boys are always cute when they crush. If only they were so obvious in real life.
8:19 What’s up Amy Acker? Oooh la la.
8:25 Oh, Joss. Their “connection?” For real? Was that necessary?
8:26 “That troublesome one-armed creature, where is she?” Haha.
8:30 God, those two are so fucking pretty.
8:31 WHAT THE FUCK. Dominic got out of the Attic?!
8:35 American Idol starts Tuesday. Eff. There goes my next five months.
8:35 I love that Rossum is in Tucson, AZ.
8:38 My goodness. Bodies. ‘Splosions. DeWitt’s a total bitch.
8:39 Woah Boyd. WOAH BOYD! We really didn’t have to go there, Joss.
8:44 I wonder if Bennett hates Caroline so much after that that she joined Rossum’s side? That would be sad.
8:47 Um. No dying? I hate death scenes that involve Amy Acker.
8:49 Nerd Smoochies! Ow ow ow! “You know I always had a crush on you? Even when I thought you were a dude.”
8:50 We just need Charisma Carpenter to guest star and we’ve pretty much got all the Whedon kick ass brunettes in one episode.
8:50 Oh, my Jesus Christ. That just happened.
8:53 DeWitt loathes Arizona? Okay. BITCH.
8:55 Poor Toph. He’s like my favorite right now.
8:56 Breached? Or fucked? “Damn, I just had that replaced.”
8:58 WHAAAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK BOOOOOYD!!!!!!!1
8:59 Grr? Argh? I just got major chills from all my massive confusion. I need more sleep, you guys.

Level of Awesome: The ending sort of made my nausea come back. Which is most likely a good sign?
Best LOL Moment: Any mention of Arizona. DeWitt and Topher always have THE BEST one-liners.
Remember When? David Boreanaz found Fred in a cave and then she joined the group and Wesley fell in love with her and then she turned blue? Le sigh.
Whedon Guest Stars: Winifred Burkle, bitches. And it looks like we get her next week, too. Except, she acting more like Kelly Peyton than dear old Fred these days…
Whedon Death Watch: River Tam! WHY!

Yeah. I just don’t know about you right now, Whedon. First those Season 8 spoilers and now Boyd. Are you trying to kill me?

(Oh, hey, check this out if you know about the spoilers.)