The Rabbit Hole

On my way to work this morning, there was a pool of dog urine in the middle of the sidewalk. I can accept dogs peeing on every free-standing object (people included) on the street, but do they have to pee right in the middle of it? This was in the middle of a sidewalk that is currently overhung with scaffolding. There were a million supports that the dog might have urinated on if he wanted to make his mark.

Anyway, my digust led to me thinking the following:

I hate dogs. They're smelly, slobbering, shedding, suck-tastic pets. What are they good for, really?

A beat.

Well, I guess they can sniff out Terminators.

And that was enough to ameliorate my feelings of ill will towards that particular dog that urinated on the sidewalk. Like an animal.

(It should probably scare me that excuses based on fictional worlds are all that keep me from killing shit most days. Ah well. We'll see who's crazy when the zombie apocalypse comes.)

In addition to taking in the cinematic masterpiece that is Dolph Lundgren as The Punisher, I also found time last night to watch the season two premiere of The Sarah Connor Chronicles.

My reaction, as unloaded onto feiran: "SHIRLEY MANSON HAS THE AWESOMEST ACCENT EVER. ALSO, I THINK THEY HIRED HER BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T NEED WARDROBE/MAKEUP; SHE HAS HER OWN."

More spoilery reaction: ( spoilers! )

Sarah Connor Chronicles, you had me at hello.

But you had me like a filthy slut as soon as Derek showed up. He had three lines, acted like a douche the entire time, and ended the one episode I've seen with him in it so far dead. (Literally, but temporarily, I'm sure.) So, naturally, what with the emotional reticence, tendency towards self-sacrifice, and the fearsome injury, I'm salivating over this character already. I am going to pretend that it's because I'm that easy for Michael Biehn and this is a whore-by-association thing.

BUT IT IS NOT. WTF, SELF? BRIAN AUSTEN GREEN? WHY AREN'T WE ASHAMED?

And I still haven't written my Heroes review!