I finally broke down and got a paid account for the 15 icons and the custom mood themes. The kickin' Futurama one I'm using right now is by
anniesj, by the way. We'll see how long it lasts, though... I'm not sure how long I can withstand the siren call of Jack Sparrow and Commodore Norrington.
I should have gone to bed, like, 4 hours ago, but Karena and Garrett rented this craptacular remake of
Carrie with Rena Sofer as one of Carrie's teachers, and I somehow got sucked into it. So, so terrible. God.
Joan of Arcadia was even more excellent than usual last night. I love Adam, and Joan, and Grace, and Luke, and even (especially) Mr. Price, even though to me he will always be the evil Professor Jeremiah Lasky, who stole Kelly from Zack on
Saved By the Bell: The College Years. Patrick Fabian oozes smarm like nobody's buisness, and I love him for it. I'm suprised no crazy person on fanfiction.net has started an epic "Feisty Woman Teaches Mr. Price HOW TO LOVE" fanfic yet. I mean, there are approximately 89,753,854 Krycek ones out there, and Sark is starting to get a decent amount as well... as the JoA equivalent of them, I would suspect at least
one out there for me to
mock guiltily read ignore.
I'm torn about Alias' seven-month hiatus. On the one hand, it's a loooonnng time to wait between episodes, but then again, it means there will be NO REPEATS next season, which can only be a good thing, since all the suspense they build up at the end of an episode is inevitably lost for me during the month-long breaks between episodes (especially when the episodes aren't that suspensful to begin with... like most of this season).
Banana sundaes are so damn good. Mmmmmm.
Okay. Bed. Now.