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Talk about Supernatural!

I'm within shouting distance of the end of season three, and I've had a pretty decent time of it. Surely, Bobby is a better character than ever John was. I don't even loathe Ruby. (Bella, on the other hand, couldn't suffer a fate worse than death too soon for my liking.) I just came upon the episode with ( still a spoiler for some, I guess )

Anyway, whining from Sam and angsting projected upon Dean aside, I have enjoyed season three thus far. But, being as far behind as I am, I'm fairly spoiled for the show, so I'm already aware that this guy is in season four. Someone please explain to me--reassure me that they're being awesome enough with him to justify filching John Constantine's wardrobe. Otherwise, me and show are going to have words. Words with pointy ends.

And please, do so in as un-specific a way that I am not spoiled any more than I was by learning his name, m'kay? Okay, SPN fangirls on my f'list, take it away.

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I watched Across the Universe yesterday. It was decent. The story was a non-issue; it was merely a vehicle to excuse people singing Beatles tunes. I found myself bored when they weren't singing, but the singing was pretty good. I still think they cheated by getting Bono to do a couple of songs, but the actors/actresses were otherwise pleasant to listen to. A tad studied, perhaps, but all crystal in their own way.

The entire movie had about as much coherence as an acid trip. Or so I thought until there actually was an acid trip sequence and then I discovered how creepy that could get. (Thanks, Eddie Izzard, I may never sleep again.) I was telling feiran and darkling1 that it was a shame the writers had the entire Beatles catalogue at their disposal and they couldn't come up with a coherent story. I immediately retracted the statement when I recalled that a movie that felt like one long drug high is probably exactly what the Fab Four's music was meant to narrate.

I texted my sister after watching since I remembered she'd loved it, shared the same feelings with her, to which she replied that she has it on good authority (aka her pot-head roommate) that the movie does improve when one is watching it high. Something to consider, I suppose, for those of you so inclined. (Me, not so much.)

Funnily enough, I dreamt about using pot last night. True to form, I then immediately spent the rest of the dream freaking out about how drug tests at jobs that I might want six months down the road could detect that I'd used. Also, all my friends were totally shocked that I was such a pothead. Especially a smoker, since I make the most terrible fuss whenever I'm around smokers. I'm sure the Partnership for a Drug-Free America would be pleased to know that I've completely internalized the paranoia about using drugs and how they'll mess me up to the point that my dreams read like a pamphlet of prevention.