I'm always afraid they'll kill him eventually, but then I tell myself, no, he's the only black character, if they kill him it'd look like racism.
TSSC... I don't love it with a burning passion, either, but I'm enjoying it. I think that's the right word. It engages me enough to want to watch the next ep, and check out the occasional vid (I recommend LithiumDoll's "Human Behaviour" and, err, a totally amazing vid by, I think, kiki_miserichick, whose title I have forgotten - it's a song by Laura Veirs. There's also a pretty nice one called 'Paris Is Burning' by I don't know who. They're all in the tags at vidding, I think.)
I suspect that if I allowed myself to think more about it, the show would annoy me, but I'm watching it very much like 'normal' people watch TV, without thinking too much about it. I've always had a weak spot for the Terminator universe, but in a 'guilty pleasure' kind of way, and I'm comfortable adding another version of Terminator to the guilty pleasure vault of my brain, where all the stuff that requires a healthy dose of suspension of disbelief is stored. *g*
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Date: 2009-01-07 07:53 pm (UTC)TSSC... I don't love it with a burning passion, either, but I'm enjoying it. I think that's the right word. It engages me enough to want to watch the next ep, and check out the occasional vid (I recommend LithiumDoll's "Human Behaviour" and, err, a totally amazing vid by, I think, kiki_miserichick, whose title I have forgotten - it's a song by Laura Veirs. There's also a pretty nice one called 'Paris Is Burning' by I don't know who. They're all in the tags at vidding, I think.)
I suspect that if I allowed myself to think more about it, the show would annoy me, but I'm watching it very much like 'normal' people watch TV, without thinking too much about it. I've always had a weak spot for the Terminator universe, but in a 'guilty pleasure' kind of way, and I'm comfortable adding another version of Terminator to the guilty pleasure vault of my brain, where all the stuff that requires a healthy dose of suspension of disbelief is stored. *g*