IMPORTANT MESSAGE(S):
Okay. Just as a question, what is with all of the incest fics all of a sudden?? Suddenly it's like they're everywhere. Was that a byproduct of the Jonas Brothers too?
Yugh. I hate typing that name.
So I went to see Batman: The Dark Knight (on the movie theater's only gargauntuan screen, no less...wish I could have seen Titanic there...sob) and I now have an intense appreciation of Heath Ledger. He is intensely amazing as The Joker. A little dark (Two-Face/Harvey Dent is sure to haunt me tonight...kinda like the true Phantom of the Opera), a little long yet interesting, and a little sad.
Stats...
Name: "Christine Ruud" is a pen name, made up from my middle name and my grandmother's maiden name before she was adopted. (Yeah. It's a long story.)
Age: Old enough to type. Young enough to have learned how to type on a computer.
Religion: Christian. Lutheran. ELCA. Maybe. Really, I have no clue what branch of Lutheranism I am.
Appearance: Skinny? Oh noooooo...I'm tall, curvy, and have hair that constantly changes color and style (curly? straight? curly? straight? stupid?). I also have glasses, which is bad, since I want to be an actress.
I Love...
Julian McMahon...designer clothes (even though I can't afford them)...The Phantom of the Opera...winter...MASH...quotes...music in general (listening, making, singing)...good grammar...inspiration...shoes...Dallas...Sarah McLachlan's music...Christmas songs...cold weather...Julian McMahon...New York City...Charmed...the French horn...well-written romance...making music...anything composed by Andrew Lloyd Webber (Jesus Christ Superstar is my love right now--I'm a Christian with good taste in music, what can I say?)sarcasm...anything about the Titanic...London...my portable DVD player and the Julian McMahon thereof...fluff...God...Broadway...happy endings (even if they turn out strangely)...Microsoft Word...Nip/Tuck (my father hates it...figures, the one that he tuned in to was the foursome one)...nail polish...Cascada...Sex & The City...Evita...and did I mention Julian McMahon?
Favorite MASH Quotes...
Hawkeye: Just one more question...
Margaret: WHAT?
Hawkeye: Who is this man in bed with me?
Trapper: You don't know me? I followed you home from the movies!
Margaret: OUT!
Frank: There's no place in this room for perverts!
Hawkeye: Should we all leave alphabetically?
General MacArthur's aide: When answering, always use the general's full name: "Yes, General McArthur," "No, General McArthur," "Thank you, General McArthur".
Trapper: God almighty.
Hawkeye: Close, very close.
Hawkeye: Hold it, everybody freeze.
Sidney: What?
Hawkeye: One of the sandwiches just moved.
Frank: It's nice to be nice to the nice.
Margaret: I don't know which one of you is more obscene.
Trapper (pointing to Hawkeye): He is. We took a poll.
Margaret: I haven't recieved a letter from my fiancee in four days, Colonel!
Hawkeye: Want me to write you one?
Frank: They drew fangs on my picture of Senator MacArthur.
Trapper: He's a figment of your imagination.
Hawkeye: And what makes you think you're not?
Henry: Radar, do you know what kind of wood this is?
Radar: Oak, sir?
Henry: Nope. It's oak.
Colonel Hersh: You got a stethescope anywhere?
Hawkeye: WE'RE A MEDICAL UNIT!
Frank: Who re-wrote these Commandments?
Margaret: Where's Colonel Bubblehead?
Radar: He gave orders not to be disturbed.
Margaret: He already is disturbed.
Henry: I'd be lying if I said I understood that. I'd also be lying if I said I cared.
Frank (into a non-working walkie-talkie): Attention all allied personnel. There are many stars out tonight, but we seem to be underneath the brightest one.
Hawkeye: Very good, Frank.
B.J.: They'll start looking for us in Bethlehem.
Hawkeye: Bite your tongue, Margaret. Or better yet, let me do it.
Colonel Potter: How did it happen, Burns?
Frank: You mean the, uh-
Colonel Potter: Right.
Frank: Well, I was cleaning my weapon when it discharged prematurely. Sir, I think the Chinese have captured Major Houlihan.
Colonel Potter: So naturally, you shot Captain Hunnicutt.
Frank (about Donald): What's he got that I haven't got?
Margaret: Lips!
Frank: Lips aren't everything!
Radar (reading Hawkeye's letter to him): "Take care, son, we are connecting the dogs-"
Hawkeye: That's "counting the days."
Radar: "We are counting the days. All my love..." Major Burns.
Hawkeye: What?
Radar: Major Burns, coming this way.
B.J. (talking about Frank): Can't you do something?
Colonel Potter: Like sit him down and have a talk with him?
Hawkeye: No, like stand him up and have him shot.
Colonel Potter: Don't be absurd. There'd be an inquiry.
Hawkeye: Don't confuse me, I can only handle one catastrophe at a time.
Radar: He's having a picnic!
Colonel Potter: Annoying, but tolerable.
Radar: He's eating a jeep!
Hawkeye: Why fight it? I might as well go crazy and be inconspicious.
Charles: You are sitting on my footlocker, and it's time for the kickoff.
Charles: Margaret, I for one applaud your sense of discipline in the midst of all this chaos.
Margaret: Oh, stuff it, balloon-brain.
Hawkeye: Now I applaud that.
Hawkeye: And that ends the eight o'clock food warning.
Radar: They're hunting socks, sir!
Henry: At this hour?
Hawkeye: Is it sacreligious to beat a priest with a mop?
Charles: A Winchester only recognizes one 5:30 per day. This is not it.
Colonel Potter: Pierce, you seem a trifle edgy.
Hawkeye: I've gone OVER the edgy.
Charles: In order to have a criminal mentality, one must first have a mentality.
Frank: Captains do not order majors!
Favorite Charmed Quotes...
Andy: I was nowhere near the neighborhood, though I'd stop by.
Piper: I have nothing to fear, for I bear the power of...one.
Prue: You know, someday you might actually hear yourself say stuff like that.
Phoebe: Yes, and I will find myself sassy and delightful.
Leo: I thought I'd tell her that as much as I love her and as much as I would like to stay in San Fransisco I can't, and I don't know how long my work will keep me away.
Phoebe: No, no, no. What you said was as much as you would love to stay and have sex with her, you have a wife and kids in another part of the country. Try again.
Darryl: I left four messages here. Has anybody in this house learned the magic of the telephone?
Phoebe: You didn't nearly catch a demon, you nearly killed a district attorney! My district attorney!
Phoebe: So...how about those Niners?
Cole: The what?
Phoebe: The Niners. The Forty-Niners. The football team? You don't follow football? (to Piper and Leo) He isn't human.
(Cole chokes on his water)
Cole: Check!
Cole (to himself): I'm sorry, but we have to stop seeing each other, okay? Why? Because--because I have to kill you. Smooth.
Piper: We're going to vanquish Phoebe's boyfriend? That's going to cause some problems.
Phoebe: Who's Natalie?
Piper: She's a f-
Leo: Fellow Whitelighter. (to Piper) See, I finished your sentence.
Piper: Not what I was going to say.
Cole: You gonna have to hold my hand.
Prue: This already sucks.
Victor: You know, I could probably get used to having a Whitelighter for a son in law.
Cole: Everybody having fun down here?
Leo: Where do you stand on demons?
Victor: Patty.
Patty: Hello, Victor. How are you?
Victor: Good. I mean, I was good. All right, who went and brought my ex-wife back from the dead?
Grams: Not now, Victor. I know you two have issues but that's what the reception is for.
Phoebe: They'll track your shimmer.
Cole: Not if we meet in the mausoleum. That's the second-safest place I know.
Phoebe: What's the safest?
Cole: With you.
(((warm fuzzies!!)))
Piper: We need your help. Phoebe's been turned into a Banshee.
Cole: A Banshee? That's different.
Piper: Okay, turn left up here. And can you step on the gas a little?
Phoebe: Off the gas! Off the gas!
Cole: Does somebody else want to drive here?
Phoebe: I can't sleep because I miss Cole too much. If he doesn't come home soon, I'm gonna turn into a vampire.
Paige: Jokes like that in this house, not so funny.
Paige: What the hell happened?
Piper: The freaking furniture just attacked!
Phoebe (having fallen on top of Cole): We have to stop meeting like this.
Cole: Marry me.
Phoebe: What?
(fuzzies...on a side note, I think this is where my whole Cole/Phoebe thing started...I had a small fit after I saw it)
Cole: I went from all-powerful demon to mere mortal overnight.
Phoebe: You are not mere. Baby, you are anything but mere.
Cole: Next to the Charmed Ones I'm a potted plan.
Phoebe: This is perfect. We need at theme. You're an artistic, creative type.
Paige: A theme?
Phoebe: Yeah, I'll explain on the way. Us theme, you potion.
Piper: Huh? Me peeved. You annoying.
Paige (why Cole couldn't have a gun): For one thing, we're not likely to accidentally vanquish ourselves.
Phoebe: She went from being Samantha to Mrs. Darren Stevens overnight.
Cole: Well, that won't happen to you.
Phoebe: Won't it?
Cole: No. You'll become Mrs. Cole Turner.
Phoebe: Oh honey, are you still on that last will and testament thing? I gotta tell you, it's very very morbid.
Piper: No, it's very very responsible. Prue did it, and thank God she did, or else we'd still be dealing with lawyers. (to Cole) No offense.
Cole: Oh, none taken. I've come to terms with my evil past.
Phoebe (about...who else?...Cole): I love that man.
Phoebe: How do you spell "oblique"?
Piper: With Spellcheck.
Cole (after he turned Darryl into a water cooler): Too many people talking at once.
Phoebe: You see, Cole, this is exactly what I'm talking about. Good people don't turn other people into water coolers!
Cole: Am I up to something again?
Cole: What? I knocked.
Piper: Doors. People use doors.
Piper: Heads up! Pregnant lady comin' through with groceries.
Phoebe: I think I did something really bad. I slept with my boss.
Piper: Jason?
Phoebe: No, Elise--OF COURSE JASON!
Piper: All right, speak and spell.
Paige (to Oscar): Why don't you go hump a dog, you ever think of that? (into the phone) No, not you, sir.
Grams: You and Paige moved out? When?
Phoebe: A few weeks ago. But we're handling everything.
Grams: Dear, you have Paige stuck in the past and a demonic blob roaming the Manor. Exactly how are you handling things?
Paige: Since when do you speak freedom fry?
Chris: He had powers from the womb? Great, it's not like I didn't have an inferiority complex already, thank you.
Cole: Love transcends every plane of existence.
(I had this written in the front of my geometry notebook)
Paige: Do you think we should put some snacks in the cage?
Phoebe: Like what, a wildebeast?
Piper: Matchmake later, save sister now.
Piper: How's this for a snazzy costume?
(I love the word "snazzy"...it's a recent thing)
Grams: Don't tell me she marries a Whitelighter too.
Piper: Worse. A mortal.
Grams: Oh, good God, didn't I teach you girls anything?
Personal Quotes...
Brady: What retard would want to foreign exchange to the middle of nowhere?
Mom: You can't expect miracles from the brain dead.
Mom: The wizard speaks.
Alex: It's a private joke with myself.
Dylan (while messing with a computer in the lab): Uh-oh. Cookies.
Mr. Myers: I don't get mad at inatimate objects. That's why I don't get mad at Dusty.
Me: "The BTK Killer Speaks," on A&E.
Dad: Who?
Me: BTK.
Dad: BLT?
Me: B-T-K! Bind, Torture, Kill!
Dad: Oh. Yuck. Y-U-K.
Veronica: Watch this, guys. (throws styrafoam plate in the garbage, then throws her fork in the garbage)Whoops.
Veronica: Chelsie got to go to the morgue today, to see dead people.
Me: Fun!
Veronica: That's what I said.
Brady: That'd really put a tack under Bev's pew.
Dusty (an idiot in my class sitting at a table next to us in the lunchroom): I got a yo-yo!
Chelsie (sitting across from me): Wow, you're cool.
Dad (while fixing our 18-year-old recliner): Do you use the footrest?
Me: Do you?
Dad: I did.
Me (in religion class): How could a one-year-old kid mislead someone spiritually?
Ben: Have you ever seen the movie The Omen?
Brock (in religion class): Wait, wasn't Billhah a guy?
Me (while watching Phantom): Can I flood the basement and move my room down there?
My mother: No.
Me: Can I flood my room?
My mother: No.
Me (holding up a Bic pen): Did you step on this last night?
My father: No.
Me: Did you step on something under a notebook that went "crunch"?
My father: I might have...
Zak (about Dusty's geography test): He proved that you can get more than half a century wrong on one page.
Dusty: I'm French.
Me: Yeah, because we all know "Dusty" is such an ethnic name.
Mom (talking about our organist's habit of holding out the ending notes of songs for 8 beats): Why does she do that?
Me: She thinks she's the phantom of the Lutheran church. .
Some woman on the Bold and the Beautiful: I'm sorry.
Some guy on the Bold and the Beautiful: I'm sorry too.
Dad: Me too. And you're going off.
Maria on The Sound of Music: The hills are alive-
Dad: No, they're not.
Mr. D.: Dusty, turn around and shut up forever.
Me (backstage at the play): Rob, have you seen my lipstick and mascara?
Rob: No. I wish.
Mr. Martens: That is so gay...
Health teacher (when my class was talking about different types of love): I phileo you...that doesn't sound right. That even sounds weird.
Same health teacher: So what's another aspect of love?
Me: That's a musical.
Dean Myers: What can we learn from this slide?
Zak: That Dean can't type.
Health teacher: So do any of you have a friend who's homosexual?
(pause)
Dusty: So why do you all look at me?!
Joe: Death by weiner dogs!
Mr. D: And guess how fish react to copper.
Mr. D: Happy happy quiet time. Worky worky, don't be a jerky.
Some woman in the library: Do you enjoy watching whales?
Me (clearly not listening): Mimes?
Mom: Whales.
Brady (on MSN): And we can be like Andrew and Lloyd! Weber! Haha, that didn't make any sense.
Me: Try Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Brady: That sounds like nature. I'm out.
Dad: I don't like drowning.
Mr. D: Take out your handy dandy notebook.
Dad (after I broke the venetian blinds at the community center...oops): Second time you throw something in years and you break something. Way to go.
Dad (while watching Phantom): Is that the guy in the wheelchair?
Me: No.
Dad: Then who's the guy in the wheelchair
Me: You have to pay attention.
Dad: I'm not going to.
Dad (attempting to speak Pig Latin): Ram-say.
Me: Sram?
Dad: You've been known to misplace things.
(for some strange reason, this made me start laughing and choking on what I was drinking)
Dad: Why don't you go break something?
Me: So you can get a million dollars if you're allegedly sexually abused by a member of the Roman Catholic clergy? Where can I find a pope?
Mom: There's only one Pope.
(...my apologies...I was tired.)
Dad: Wish my stomach was like my skinny legs.
Me: ...you say as you eat a chip.
Dad: I have an ingrown nose hair.
(Mom and I stare at him. For a long time.)
Me (finishing some type of rant): Eh?
Dad: B.
Mom: C.
(Dad hits me.)
Me: Ow!
Dad: Set the table with Japan.
Mom: Get the Germans out.
(We were talking about why china--as in plates--was called "china." My family is so strange.)
Me (while playing 20 Questions): Is it a person?
Dad: No.
Me: Is it a place?
Dad: No.
Me: Is it a thing?
Dad: No.
Me: It has to be a person, place, or thing, you retard.
Dad: Are you gonna open your gift?
Me: My gift?
Dad: I wouldn't like to be riding in something that's moving.
Justin Wilson (on his cooking show): "I'm Justin Wilson and I love eggs."
Mom: AIDS, did he say?
Dad: See, if you cover your head when you sleep, you sleep better because you pass out.
Me (reading a sale bill): Why is he selling all this stuff?
Dad: He DIED.
Pastor Seelow: I would love to die at night. And that's not an invitation to any of you who live in the dorm.
Zak (about Pastor Seelow): He's my pillow.
Brock: Is Jehovah's Witness a cult?
Zak: Michael Vick's dogfighting ring is a cult.
Pastor Seelow: We can talk about doctrine some other time.
Grant: Are Shriners a cult?
Zak (writing an essay about our best friends): Brock is gonna write his about Michael Vick.
Mr. Martens: So if you have any carpet laying around, bring it in.
Me: I have carpet laying around at my house...
(sarcastic laughing ensues)
Barrett: I'm having a bad day...starting now.
Mr. Diersen: In fact, if someone is gymnos in the gymnasium, you should probably report them.
Me: I was following a train of thought!
Grant: You went off-rail.
Alicia: April showers bring May DEATH?!
Joe: Oh, that picture just makes my head hurt.
Tutor Fischer (not sure what to say): ...wonderful...
Dusty (about Jane Austen): I don't even know who that IS.
Me: You DON"T?!
Me (guessing what a picture is): The Palace at Versailles?
Tutor Fischer: It is the Palace at Versailles.
Joe (to me): Shhh.
Me: Super-WHAT?
Mom: Super sacks.
Me: Oh. Okay. Let's ennunciate better, people!
Tutor Seelow: This is my "I can't believe we just had a thirty-second discussion on non-Euclidian geometry" face.
Alicia (in religion): My eye is twitching. It's done now.
Carrie: Oh, that'll be excitement waiting to happen.
Some woman at the thrift store: This is the costume area. And these things are the costumes.
Carrie: I would smack her smartly across the face.
Carrie: They don't have cheerleaders.
Bethany: Aw, nuts.
Carrie: Oh darn.
Suzie (to Carrie): One minus zero does not equal zero! And you're supposed to be the smart one!
Mr. Martens: It's good you have 500 pair, then (of shoes along).
Me: Three.
Joe: I'm a walking oxymoron.
Mr. D (testing the loudspeaker at the track on the last week of school): Testing. Testing. Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday...testing. Thursday...no testing.
Cat: Suzie was at Kayla's working on her Spanish project!
Carrie: And Joe was there what, to ref?!
Joe: They put me last on second trombone, thank you very much.
Mr. Martens: It's in alphabetical order, Joe.
Joe: Alphabetical order. That would do it.
Me (about prom): Ours is gonna be stupid.
Mr. Martens: Why, because you're in charge of it?
Carrie: You'll be calling me every 3 seconds: "What time is it?"
Mr. D: Kelvin. Push in your chair, buddy. (singing) Being polite is the nice way to be...
Deanna: Other than wearing plaid, you are nothing like a farmer.
(whilst digging through books in the dumpster...looooooooooong story)
Tom: Rural America. (tosses it aside) I live here.
Cat: Is this for band or choir?
Mr. Martens: ...it's written for flutes and clarinets, Cat.
Mr. Martens (looking up music): Oh good. Only 697 matches.
Me: Do you have a number?
Mr. Martens: Yeah. I should probably write it on there.
Me: What's it called?
Mr. Martens (groan/moan): Bethlehem.
Me (about the music calendar, expecting an informed response): What's Patriot Day?
Mr. Martens: I don't know. And I can't get it off there either!
Mr. Martens (still about the calendar): Cinco de Mayo is on there.
Me: Is that a holiday?
Mr. Martens: ...It's a U.S. holiday. That's the part I don't get.
Mr. Martens (about a clothespin paper clip): A little white trashy, but it fits in with the air.
Me: Excuse me?!
Mr. Martens: Yeah, after I said that...
Mr. Martens (about a piece of music): Very law-oriented.
Me: For such a long time you seem normal, and then you say something like that.
Joe (to me): This is a violin.
Me: That's it.
Mr. Martens: Yeah. I should probably write it on there.
Notable Things I've Said...
"The pink would kinda maybe not really go with the couch."
"Stupid creaky floors."
"Hey. Hey. The Phantom of the Opera is not a Hallmark Channel Original."
"Pancakes happened."
"You know what? It's already happened!" (...about what the book of Jeremiah was prophesying)
It's burning!" (...after spraying Paris Hilton's "Heiress" perfume on my hand)
"How're you doing, Charles?...Frank?...I'd say Frank, from the way you're going." (...while Dad was fixing our incredibly old armchair)
"My watch is wrong because I can't see the clock!"
"You know, this thing's breaking distance is really pitiful." (...about a wheelchair)
"Hungry ghosts. They want snacks."
"Who needs to shoot plastic pellets? Please share that with me."
"I wanna see Nip/Tuck. You wouldn't like it, though. Surgery. Blood. Sleaze!"
"A sixsome? That could be...okay, I'm in nighttime cable now."
"You're eating chips. Chips don't look like body parts." (An attempt to convince my father to watch a show about Jack the Ripper.)
"Watch the stupid ocean." (...while watching Titanic)
"There's Mr. Ismay. You're just a passenger. Go away." (...also while watching Titanic)
"Yeah, this is killing my muse."
"I don't ask for much. I want to be an actress. I want designer clothes. I want Cole Turner to appear in the middle of the living room. Is that so hard?"
"Poof." (My description for everything from the end of Premonition to what I would like to do to the Seer in We're Off To See The Wizard.)
"Where's Julian? Christian...Cole...whoever." (...while watching Nip/Tuck on FX at about midnight...bad idea...)
"You're stupid. Shut up." (to myself)
"In the...carving? Boxing?" (asking my mother what the tombstone place wanted her to work at doing in the eighties)
"Ohhh...thank God. Literally." (when I was told I could pick up my Jesus Christ Superstar piano book)
"Unfortunately, the periodic table is not handsome!" (defending my ability to memorize all of Cole's Charmed episodes but not science...anthing)
"Don't look at me that." (to my Julian McMahon pictures on my bedroom wall)
"Alternate universe! SECOND alternate universe!"
"Click--weather, click--news, click--Christian having a threesome." (...describing my father watching late-night TV
"Get the rude nickname right!"
"Would you like me to move my unrighteousness down here?"
"The rain in Spain falls mainly on Cole's plane..."
"I'm gonna sarcastify this." (..the driver's manual)
"Snerghhh..."
Notable Things Our Fearless Music and Theatre Leader Has Said/Written...
"First time I call my grandparents in two years and it's to ask for a phone number. I feel like a horrible person."
"You're gonna be banned from oxygen."
"I'm held up in the office because some retard won't write down my information."
"And please...TRY to act normal." (...to the cast at the play competition. We failed miserably at that request.)
"If you break it, you buy it. And if you think we're kidding, just try it." (...threateningly and unintentionally poetic about the new desks in the music room)
"...with partially buttoned brown pants."
Snakeskin peeptoe heals--the list of costumes gets verbized
"Jesus hates me...just kidding."
About My Writing...
I'm quite spastic with what I write...sometimes I post three things in one day, sometimes I just lurk and review various things.
Everything I write will have an eventual happy ending, even if it's not the most traditional sort.
Sarcasm or some type of humor plays a part in whatever I do. I can't do pure angst without a little levity..."will you stop leviting?"
If you think I've given up on something, don't worry. I haven't. I just go in streaks.
Reviews motivate me more than anything, so if you like something, click the pretty blue-gray box that says "GO" on the bottom left-hand corner of your screen!
I Ship...
Hawkeye/Margaret (MASH)
Erik/Christine (Phantom)
Piper/Leo (Charmed)
...and let's all say this next one together...
Cole/Phoebe (Charmed)
Types of Writing I Love...
-Any well-written parody makes my day, especially in the Phantom category.
-Good romance.
-This is something I just realized this morning, but ninety-five percent of my favorite Charmed fics are AU. That has something to do with the whole "Cole gets vanquished" in the series thing. So I prefer imagination.
-Things that are knit together and have more than one layer.
Types of Writing I Could Do Without...
-Homosexuality when it's not written in to begin with. (Will & Grace? Gay away.)
-The Jonas Brothers where they do not belong.
-OOC cursing. If you're doing something for Sex & The City or even Nip/Tuck, then add whatever you want. But seriously. When was the last time you heard Leo launch a barrage of language at Piper?
-Poor grammar and spelling. Spellcheck can turn anything into something! It might not be the word you wanted, but at least it's a word.
About My MASH Love...Favorite Seasons: All. Each one has its own lovely dynamic.
Favorite Episodes: Picture This, Comrades in Arms (both parts), Trick or Treatment, Inga, Love & War, The More I See You, Letters, Movie Tonight, Dear Sigmund, Crisis, The U.N, The Night, and the Music
Favorite Characters: Margaret, Hawkeye, Klinger, Charles, Colonel Potter--oh, forget it. Just watch the opening credits and you'll find out soon enough.
Favorite Pairings: Hawkeye/Margaret. Always.
My Charmed Obsession...
Favorite Seasons: I absolutely love season three. The story, the acting, the handsome Australian that happened to show up. My second-favorite is four, although I'd love it a lot more if Cole had stayed COLE. One was also quite good.
And you know what? I happen to like season five...kinda. It kills me to see Cole and Phoebe not together, but some Julian McMahon is better than none.
Favorite Episodes: That 70s Episode, Which Prue is it Anyway?, From Fear to Eternity, Ms. Hellfire, Sight Unseen, Primrose Empath ("And was he..." "Uh-huh"...I love that), Power Outage, Sleuthing With The Enemy, Bride and Gloom, Pre-Witched, Sin Fransisco, Charmed Again, Black as Cole, A Paige from the Past, Lost and Bound, Marry-Go-Round, Y Tu Mummy Tambien (Julian McMahon is wonderful as Cole going completely insane), Cat House, The Legend of Sleepy Halliwell (I wanna go to Magic School!), Show Ghouls, The Seven-Year Witch (a wonderful episode to watch on Valentine's Day)
Favorite Character: Cole. I LOVE Cole (and Julian McMahon...mmm...shudder). The funny thing is, when I saw the first few episodes of season three, I strongly disliked him (sneaky, manipulative, et cetera), but then he grew on me until he and Phoebe became a small (ha, there's an understatement) obsession.
Favorite Couple: Cole/Phoebe. Now, forever, and possibly after that.
My Ranting: I cannot STAND how cruel everyone was to Cole in season five. He took in the Hollow to save the sisters, and becoming the Source was not his choice. I would have liked the "Cole becoming evil" storyline if he and Phoebe would have gotten back together after that...or at least if he wasn't vanquished for the second time.
And oh yes...with all the flashback episodes? "Hi, Phoebe? See Cole? Right there. Do you see him? Act like it!" (And especially in Cat House. It was her soulmate standing in her living room! Let's react, shall we? Oy.)
My Nip/Tuck Fixation...
Favorite Seasons: Let's see...I haven't seen five (dying to), so that's out. Three got a little dark for me, but it was definitely fascinating. I would have to say...drumroll?...two. There was just so much going on with everyone--the Ava thing, the Julia/Sean thing, the Christian character development...
Favorite Episodes: Pilot (awesome...just awesome), Natasha Charles (Christian should have ended up with her), Julia McNamara (seeing what her life would be like without Sean was quite interesting), Joy Kringle (Christmas...perfect)
Episodes That Made Me Freak Out: The finale of season two and the first few minutes of season three. I'd gotten both at relatively the same time and as the last episode of two came to a close with the Carver standing over Christian and then went to the credits, I think I said "no" about fifty times. Thank goodness that I had season three or I would have been a wreck for days...Christian's "funeral" made me verrrrrrrry nervous.
Favorite Character: Oh, take a wild guess. Does his name start with a "C" and end with "hristian"?
Favorite Couple: That's a tough one. Christian/Kimber is always interesting, as is Christian/Gina (RIP--that much of season five I saw) but Christian/Julia, Christian Michelle (honestly...in the one scene when he says "Stay with me"...I think I cried) and Christian/Natasha have to be my picks.
...and also note that all of my couples have a common denominator.
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