God bless, random blonde woman!

Hot guy walks into hospital room to check on his friend, who's been mugged and beaten up.
Doctor Smart Woman: Are you the boyfriend?
Agent Hot Pants: No.
Doctor Smart Woman: There is a God.


Smaaaaaart lady. Spooks season two, two episodes in, is already too intense to watch. That little exchange, however, made it quite worth putting up with Tom's issues with his girlfriend which was how his relationship with her was portrayed all the time (unless it was being portrayed as the most loving river of loving love love, which was the rest of the time). Really, if she's not smart enough to think to herself "Incredibly cute, boyish, soulful-eyed man madly in love with me and me being a single mum whose daughter he also likes taking care of, who wants to shag me madly all the time" and doesn't latch onto him like a lamprey, she's not worthy. Dude, seriously. I'd have married him the second he said, "Hey, come live in my posh, awesome flat, where I will treat you way better than you deserve and play dad to your brat" and I would have to have a kid for that dream to come true. And I don't even find Matthew McFayden that attractive (Danny's way cute, though not in the throw-him-down-sex-him-senseless way; Tom just gets off on being so vulnerable--you almost are obligated to make sex all over him because he looks like he couldn't stop you if you did).

Seriously, though, just 'cause he's a spy and nearly got you killed, you leave him? It's like traveling with the Doctor--that's part of the fun! Everyday is a surprise! An adventure! A chance to go out in a really spectacular way! My God! Pass that up! You fool!

Only in dreams

Last night's dream featured a pair of jeans with legs tangled around and around on some telephone wires in front of the house across from my parents' house upstate. feiran came into my room to bug me to lend her a specific pair of my jeans (they have ribbons down the legs) so she could chuck them at the pants and somehow dislodge them because she wanted her pants back.

Reluctantly, I loaned her the pair, threatening her mightily if she got my second favorite pair of jeans stuck up there, too. Because I'd already lost my first favorite pair to a microwaving accident. She said not to sweat it--when she got the other pair down, I'd have two pairs again.

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I was gonna post about how bored I am at work, but SNOW! SNOWSNOWSNOWSNOWSNOW!!!! It's less cold than yesterday and SNOWING uptown! Woooo!

Also, I realize chuckro is still going with his game, but would people like to play another round of Botticelli? I said I wouldn't on the LJ, but I'm super bored.

Rules are here.

I am a fictional character. Say hello to N.

I am a cartoon.
I am male.
I am not human.
I am not evil.
I am an adult (to the best of my knowledge).
I am on a TV series that does have new episodes being made.
I may have been in a comic book, but that's not where you would know me from.

moonlightalice wins the prize: I was Nibbler from Futurama.