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19 May 2010 @ 04:06 pm
Someone needs to straight up pull a Gabriel on all these bitchy Supernatural fans…

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They complain about everything.
 
 
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unstable_humor
14 December 2009 @ 04:07 pm
Let me start this entry off with this: The season finale of Dexter was probably one of the best I have ever seen. Literally. I mean, this season was utterly amazing. It’s like the writers are trying to make up for season two and they’ve done it tenfold. (It’s okay writers, I forgave you with season three.) The entire plot with the Trinity Killer was amazing. Dexter finding out that this killer, who has been at it for decades, has a family - and for the most part seems rather normal on an everyday basis. Which leads Dexter to ignore his dark passenger for a little while in hopes of learning exactly how Arthur does it. A loving wife, two stand up kids, and a fucking awesome mustang to top it all off. Of course upon further inspection Dexter comes to find that Arthur’s picturesque lifestyle isn’t all it seems. (Which was pretty obvious from the start but damn it we have to let Dexter believe!) Seriously though. That finale was the epitome of BADASS. Michael C. Hall is a phenomenal actor. It’s really shitty that he’s often overlooked in award shows. (I mean, come on, I think Hugh Laurie has enough awards people. He can only be ‘humble’ for so long.) Part of the awesomeness that is Dexter are the voiceovers. I love them. They’re always so hilarious and the longer monologues to himself are always so beautifully worded. Point is, the entire show is kickass and deserves far much more credit than it has been given. I’ll admit, the season ending does leave a bitter taste in my mouth. Only because I have utterly no idea (at least concrete) where the writers will be taking season five. Although, there is one plot line that I’ll be utterly pissed if they choose to run with it. I was so pissed last night after watching the episode. Not because of what happened (although, like I said it’s utterly depressing. I mean poor Dexter - he finally opens up to more ‘human’ emotions and is on the verge of actually loving something only to BAM have that door slammed in his face) but because I’m going to have to wait until… what, September 26th for the season premiere. I can’t wait that long! Fuck. This little wait for Supernatural to come back next week has fucking sucked. I barely make it during Psych and Burn Notice’s hiatus - what the hell are these shows doing to me!?
 
 
unstable_humor
23 July 2009 @ 09:30 pm
This week has been severely lacking within the excitement factor. Partially due to the notion work grows rather hectic… Sometimes I would just love a break. One day is never enough. But I’m very happy to have my job, so don’t consider this a bitch fest.On the bonus front, I get to work with my best friends all the time.

Pretty much had a Terminator marathon last night. Finished Terminator, because my friends couldn’t make it all the way through… They became tired and headed out early. Wussys. I then watched Terminator 2 : Judgment Day. Liquid guy is such a badass. Don’t ask me about T3, that movie sucked. I will only see that movie once. Part of me wanted to go watch a showing of Terminator Salvation today for the hell of it. Not that I need to see that movie… yet again. I think after three times it starts to become an obsession. After Judgment Day, I put in Gran Torino. That movie was also badass. There are too many great lines in that movie. I wish Clint Eastwood was my angry elder neighbor.

Comic Con is going on this weekend… I’m beyond bummed that I didn’t get to go. I was so close. I mean, Psych and Burn Notice had panels where they gave away free shit. Who doesn’t love that!? Robert Downey Jr. was there for either Iron Man 2 or Sherlock Holmes. Do you think that matters to me? Both movies I’m awaiting impatiently for, fuck Christmas - I’m spending it with Holmes. Sam Worthington is there for Avatar. Which I heard they were doing a screening for, whether it’s the entire movie or just part… I wanted to see it. Come on, I’m .5% gay for that Aussie. There was other amazing things there but reminding myself only makes me want to copy Gabe and scream “CON!!!” while shaking fist. Only to then laugh about Star Trek reference.

On an upside, Grim showed me the new Dexter promo for season four.
Watch it below.
It looks AWESOME!!!!
Seriously, September 27th couldn’t come quicker.
However, August 7th = Psych!
Speaking of which, while watching Burn Notice tonight they showed a Psych clip…
In which they made fun of the Mentalist once again.
I love the writers.

http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid30402294001?bclid=30413157001&bctid=30465750001
 
 
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unstable_humor
15 July 2009 @ 11:04 pm
As I was sitting on my computer, USA playing in the background, a show started to commence within it’s allotted time slot. I’d heard of this specific show before - the actor playing the main character happens to be a rather talented one at that. British too. Funny how all of a sudden accents are the new cool thing. Oh wait, they always have been. Anyways back on point. Slowly my attention started to shift from dealing with over exaggerated drama online to the show itself. It was the pilot episode. Right away it was entertaining within the way it was shot, the rearranging of time sequence since the happenings were actually just a re-telling of the experience to a female barkeep (who understandably didn’t believe the man and simply pegged it for a very methodical pick up line). The title of the show? The Philanthropist. I know, I know. How in the hell is that even capable of being a good show, let alone an hour long one? No idea. However, I do know that so far I rather enjoy it. Luckily after my first encounter with the pilot there was the second episode right after. Good ol’USA network. Always got my back… except if you want to bring up the whole cancelling Touching Evil. I mean what the hell people? That was a damn good show. Then again, I should be thanking USA as well. If it hadn’t been cut, Michael Westen would not exist or worse, he would be played by a different actor. I looked up The Philanthropist and found out that it plays Wednesday nights. Sadly, I’d missed the third episode but I can watch it online, will I? Probably not. I hate watching things online - it’s just not the same for me. I did watch it tonight. Again, it was entertaining. It has a mix of everything I like. Funny moments, voice overs that teach you something meaningful, and a cute redhead. Point is, I’ll probably be tagging along with this show until it runs its course. Yeah, I know, not very optimistic of me. But I’m no fool, I’m well aware that my tastes often do not run with those of the greater American Public. I mean, American Idol? Really? Dancing with the Stars? Not to mention NBC has a sting of new shows coming this Fall that look like utter rip offs (On that note, all you people who watch The Mentalist… Psych is soooo much better. There’s pineapple!) …if the world was all about those shows, reality or scripted crap, I’d probably own a hell of a lot more movies then I already do. As of right now, I’m watching The Venture Brothers. I’m finding out that I love this show and all its stupidity.
 
 
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unstable_humor
06 June 2009 @ 04:18 pm
Random fun fact #567 of Logan’s life: my mother is from Australia.
Questioning what this has to do with anything relevant to you?
Nothing.
Though she is discussing heading over there in a few weeks for a wedding… and then just staying a month for the hell of it, catch up with family and all that “aww” kind of stuff.
Is she taking me? No.
But perhaps this means I’ll be getting that wombat I’ve wanted since I was four.

Anyways, speaking of Australian…
Sam Worthington.
There were rumors that I was 2% gay (Rdjr and JDM, keep up)
Well, I think I’ve now officially bumped another .5% up there.
I think it’s the accent.

Point is, I was watching Bootmen today.
All I can say is “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
I’m not going to spill it out on the lines because if you ever choose to watch it…
I want you to have that moment of complete anger with your DVD as I did.
Oh, you might be asking, “Logan… what happened?”
Nay nay, I can not just tell you.
But I’m still pissed over the ordeal.

Much like Less Than Zero.
Ugh I think they do this to spite me.
Anyways, I’m hopefully off to get undepressed.
Regardless of a movie not actually being real, sometimes the side effects are.
 
 
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unstable_humor
SHERLOCK HOLMES
Oh we all know where I'll be on Christmas Day.
Opening presents? Nay
Spending it with British RDjr.? Yes

Seriously can not wait for that movie.
Movies have been lacking as of recent means...
The Soloist was good but I need some action!

I'm 67.87% sure I'm being dragged to The Proposal this weekend.
Finals are coming up - not amused.

SPN only has two episodes left.
TWO?!
This summer is going to be a long one but at least I'll have Psych/Burn Notice.

Who knows, perhaps I'll go join Ghost Hunters for the hell of it.
I can't be as bad as Brian ever was - ugh... Brian.
Excuse my rambles, I haven't slept as of late.
I'm literally at the brink of exhaustion but nothing to look forward to.
Sleep? Nay nay.
Slumber hates me.
That bastard.

I need to write it this more instead of just looking at other's posts.
Stalkerish of me really.
Though I suppose that isn't exactly stalking in its correct definition.
FUCK.
I'm tired.



...I've had that theme song stuck in my head all day at work.
How weird is that?
very
 
 
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unstable_humor
29 November 2008 @ 09:19 pm
You know eventually I’d have to give in, and write Castiel.
So I took a casual walking start: writing a post for a board I’m on.
Pretty much just revamping what happened in Lazarus Rising.

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Castiel had hoped the hunter’s curiosities would have dwindled down after the psychic woman’s mishap. Pamela had pressed too close and for that intrusion; had paid with her sense of sight. The stranger, for the time being, had wanted to remain unknown to the man he’d brought back from hell; but he couldn’t stop the woman from looking. Only give her a fair share of warnings. However, people like her weren’t the type to back down after a simple slap on the back of the hand and a heated warning. The word ‘No’ wasn’t in that personality’s vocabulary. Oddly enough the greater human race were blessed, or cursed, with that trait.

In that aspect, it shouldn’t have surprised him when auditory senses first picked up the summoning ritual being spoken in a long dead Latin dialect. Warnings never worked. Humans were known for their curious nature… their never-ending need for knowledge. There was little draw in what Dean and his older mentor were doing. They were simply trying to summon the unknown name they’d heard Pamela utter before her eyes burned from within her skull. Castiel. The two didn’t know what the name signified. The only knowledge they were comforted with, was the fact whatever this thing was it was powerful enough to rip the Winchester from damnation. Allowing him to return within his own framework, that had long begun to decay and falter from its pristine condition when alive. And all that remained as a trace, was a handprint burned into his upper left arm.


The wind suddenly picked up, blowing gusts of heavy steams against the metal skeleton of the rundown warehouse the hunters had chosen to hold up in. The element tore at the roof paneling with ease as if toying with them before allowing them to slam back down upon their wooden beam supports. The zigzag line of lamps that hung from the ceiling hummed softly before bulbs popped under an unseen pressure. Sparks flew from the form of illumination. The barred door to which the hunters cut themselves off from the outside snapped as doors flung open. Dress shoes came down along the scatter of dirt and gravel. Silently crunching beneath the high-pitched screams of shattering glass.

Castiel’s form walked forward from the dirt road, shadow casting itself along the ground from the moonlit backdrop. His pace wasn’t rushed or forced. He wasn’t here because of the ritual but rather the annoyance. Annoyance knowing that unless he showed himself, Dean would not stop until he got the answers he desperately needed. And that could lead to far worse endings than empty eye sockets. Trench coat swayed softly in the dying breeze. The lamps still spit their disgustful remarks of sparks and embers down upon the trio, lighting up the figure in momentary lapses as footfalls headed towards the two men. Bobby and Dean had aimed their weapons long ago and within the echoing wake of electricity’s cries, they fired.

The rounds of buckshot and rock-salt embedded themselves within this body. Tearing at the well priced clothes the vessel had saw to wear. They didn’t hurt, the body felt but had long gone numb. The man who had once been within was no longer there. He had prayed within the crushed metal rubble and shards of glass that surrounded him to be free from the lack of ache. The loss of sensation that only came with severed nerves… and it was granted. So for all extensive purposes, it was Castiel’s body now.

Sight took in the various spray painted markings that decorated the sheet metal walls. Some of ancient times he’d seen in the dawning of their creation and others were new symbols of religions and beliefs he’d yet to encounter. Concrete hued orbs found themselves retrained back on the Winchester and companion. Guns fired again regardless of the little effect of the bullets before them. However, now that the light had descended from blinding to null the two could see the failure and they exchanged looks of distraught. Castiel moved slower now, his attention solely on Dean as body rounded in front of him. Lips pressed together as he awaited the moment to speak.

“Who are you?” “I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.” Dean barely shifted, “Yeah, thanks for that.” There was something off within his tone but Castiel gave a slow nod in response. Dean Winchester lunged forward, slamming a knife within the meaty flesh of upper torso. There was utter anger draped across his face as he looked up at the mirroring unpleased facial expression. His grip lessened against the hilt of the blade, frame backed up slowly with the utter betrayal handed to him by the knife. Castiel looked down at the carved bone that stuck out from him, his own fingers slipping around it tightly pulling it from its flesh sheath. Instantly allowing it to drop against cement. Dean looked toward the older man for some form of explanation, to which he wielded a crowbar towards the stranger. Without allowing his eyes to leave Dean, Castiel reached to block the steel bar. Abruptly turning to Singer and placing two fingers against aged forehead. Whispers slowly stirred but silenced as the elder man toppled to the ground. Castiel allowed sight to linger over him for a moment before falling along the one still standing, “We need to talk Dean.” Neck crooked a quick glance back, “Alone.”

The Winchester moved forward, past the man in the trench, taking a knee beside the older man. Castiel allowed him this moment, his own curiosities brought irises to the text of books. Fingertips grazing the pages of books far older then some cultures conception. The look of hatred almost burned through him before he soothed out the worry, “Your friend’s alive.” “Who are you?” “Castiel.” “Yeah, I figured that much. I mean what are you?” Attention lifted from the aged papers looking toward the kneeling boy, “I’m an Angel of the Lord.” There was a silence between the two as Dean slowly lifted himself to balance. “Get the hell out of here. There’s no such thing.”

Castiel took in an unheard breath, questions racing though his own mind as to why HE would have choose someone so cynical. “This is you problem, Dean, you have no faith.” A crash of thunder rattled through the warehouse as light beckoned from behind the stranger. Shadows of elegant wings extended high across the back wall of the structure. And as quick as they had appeared they faded into the cold gray of the atmosphere. Castiel stood silent awaiting the non-believer to speak. “Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman’s eyes.” Neck arched down as if to show regret but there was no real feeling, although it was a circumstance he would much rather have avoided, “I warned her not to spy on my true form It can be… overwhelming to humans. And so can my real voice. You already knew that.” “You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking?” Castiel once again nodded slowly, “Buddy, next time lower the volume” “It was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong.”

“And what visage are you in now huh, what, holy tax accountant?” The being looked down while digits gripped at tattered beige trench, “This, this… is a vessel.” The boy almost seemed disgusted, “You’re possessing some poor bastard?” “He’s a devout man. He actually prayed for this.” “Look, pal, I’m not buying what you’re selling. Who are you really?” Neck tilted to the side in confusion, “I told you.” “Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell” Limbs took a few steps forward as he spoke, “Good things do happen, Dean.” “Not in my experience.” At the moment, it didn’t matter to Dean what Castiel uttered. This was a man who’s faith had long been tarnished and mocked past the point of rejection. “What’s the matter? You don’t think you deserve to be saved.” There was a sense of hurt behind the hard stare drawn on him, “Why’d you do it?” Lips pressed together for a moment before carrying on, “Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you.”
 
 
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Current Music: "The Noose" - A Perfect Circle
 
 
unstable_humor
18 November 2008 @ 04:57 pm
I've been having moments of utter need to write...
Except all I'm picking up is John Winchester, Castiel and partially Sylar. Weird.


Corner of lips pulled back into a grin as John let a laugh overturn the raspy tone in which he spoke. Coffee hued orbs found his older son stepping forward extending a bottle towards his father. John’s fingers fell upon the unopened beer, nodding a set thank you. Other palm fell across the top applying pressure. Dean’s words spoke of reason, one which even John Winchester shouldn’t deny himself. Still, this was a man who lived for his boys and a simple good word would never make right what he’d done.

Eyes seemed to drift off as they removed their glance from the newly opened bottle. Lips pressed together before John spoke. His words were linked to the past and with no real lead in, there was only the simple notion it must have been something he wanted to say to himself. Yet words had found themselves on his tongue, and weren’t easily pushed aside. “You know, your mother and I started a bet the day we found out you were going to be a boy.” Sight fell to Dean as he continued on, “She knew how much I was looking forward to taking my son out front an playin’ catch. Teach you bout football.” He paused. “She joked, you were going to be a famous basketball player, that football was for boring losers who have nothing better to do then run into each other.”

Throat swallowed as he heard Mary’s words. Remembered in perfect clarity the way it had been said, her soft laugh of knowing she was teasing her husband, and getting away with it. “But I told her, that I was still gonna teach ya, that you could be that famous basketball player but you were going to humor your ol’ man and toss the ball back and forth…” At this point John couldn’t keep the pain that realization had caused. Eyes were glossed over as they once again found Dean’s stare.

“Instead, I taught you how to shoot a gun. How to read someone, what a stakeout was, and how to pace yourself for sleepless nights. Taught you how to escape and evade. Basically put you through Marine training without the enlistment papers.” Smile once again found itself across the older man’s worn features. “And you didn’t complain… not even once.”

“Truth is Dean, that excuse might have worked but I’ve only been a Dad. Father? I tried… with all the mistakes, I tried …but I think that man died a long time ago.” With that bottle found itself against lips, as John took back a drink. Before head tilted back downing as much as he could.
 
 
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unstable_humor
21 September 2008 @ 12:57 am
Sadly, Burn Notice has come to a drastic close until ‘winter’ - which is basically a tricky way of saying January but alluding to the idea of newer episodes returning sooner to simply throw people off. Those sneaky bastards. In all reality, I’m stuck until somewhere mid-January until I see anymore badassery from Michael Westen. Not to mention the comic relief of one Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster of Psych (which admitted a January return straight up). Now, obviously this would surely be a devastating matter it if wasn’t for the AWESOME that is Supernatural. Yeah that is all in capital letters and bold so you know it’s head to toe legit.

I know it’s been a total of two days since the season premiere and since Thursday’s showing I’ve watched it a total of two times. Granted that’s not total overkill but had I not gone out Friday night, and played Mario Party while slightly buzzed… cursing at the Italian bastard known as Wario, well it would have been watched again. I mean the whole premise of the first episode was interesting. Not to mention Misha Collins has joined the Supernatural lineup as Cassiel. Which side note due to my acute OCD - I still don’t know why people continue to call him Castiel and become giddy about something claiming him as being the Angel of Thursday? Cassiel is the Angel of Saturday but really there’s no reason for anyone to know that as common knowledge. I only do because of my dearest friend Google. Anyways, I’ll continue to spell it how I wish until I’m denied.

At the moment - I’m debating bed.
More so losing the debate.



Damn it - it's Castiel.
Lame though...
Cassiel would have been a cooler angel.
 
 
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Current Music: Sparta - "Erase It Again"
 
 
unstable_humor
29 August 2008 @ 04:12 pm

Finally got the tree out of my front yard.
Took forever, because I don’t own a chainsaw.
It sucked.
Too fucking hot in Arizona to be cutting tree trunk, clipping limbs, and hauling it away.
Think I went through five bottles of water and two Mickey’s.
Speaking of which, fridge needs restock soon.

On another note, I think I have a serious problem.
Randomly throughout my day I’ll break into small laughing fits.
I’ve been told it’s very Joker-isk.
Personally, I blame Lazarus.
I’ll just think of a clip/scene from Tropic Thunder and/or Rain of Madness.
It starts out with a smirk...
Then full out laugh if I deem it hilarity.
I think seeing it three times grants me a little leeway into insanity.

Currently I’m working on CRJ papers while Back To School plays in the background.

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