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[hackthis_archive]

The last day or so has been very emotionally draining on me, so you know, I AM NOT AT MY BEST.

I do not have a Dreamwidth account. I do not plan on opening one any time in the forseeable future. If there is a hackthis over there, it is not me. DO NOT ACCEPT ANY SUBSTITUTES! ;)

Also, I don't want to talk about Southland last night as the whole thing just drained the hell out of me.

We had to go through all the emotional horror AND THERE WAS NO COOPER?! The hell, people? You cannot upset the hell out of me right before I'm supposed to go to bed and THEN NOT GIVE ME ANY COOPER. I'd been waiting a whole fucking week and then you ripped my guts out, while reinforcing that:

A) REGINA KING FOR THE MOTHER FUCKING WIN
b) Her partner is a douchebag
c) Shawn Hatosy is a... what the hell is the problem there? Excuse me, what ISN'T the problem there. I do not understand why he's married to that woman. She's a nut job. I assume this is all about the sex whammy, which let me tell you, when you come out of the fog? WORST THING EVER.
d) PLEASE TO SEE 'A'
E) And what the fuck is up with Adams' partner, he's clearly a serial cheat, his wife is clearly tired of his shit. Ever heard of a divorce people? They made me miserable just looking at them

I RESENT GOING THROUGH ALL THAT AND NOT GETTING ANY COOPER. I'm just saying.



I need Cooper hugs. And Walsh hugs. And Ray-Ray hugs.

Can a girl just get a hug, already? Or something happy? Fuck. Tell me a joke. Sing me a song. Show me something amusing. I needs it. Man, do I need it.

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[sparky77.livejournal.com]

c) Shawn Hatosy is a... what the hell is the problem there? Excuse me, what ISN'T the problem there. I do not understand why he's married to that woman. She's a nut job. I assume this is all about the sex whammy, which let me tell you, when you come out of the fog? WORST THING EVER.


I TOLD YOU EMILY BERGL WAS EVIL!

Clearly Cooper and Ben were having lots of sex during this episode and because it is network tv we weren't allowed to see it.

I would totally send you Cooper hugs if I could.

[lazulus]

I have no Cooper, Walsh or Ray-Ray hugs but I do have a Rosamund Pike/Halle Berry hug.

*squeezes*

[mandaspeaks.livejournal.com]

A) UM YES. YES YES YES.
B) Totally! I think I maybe liked him in the first couple episodes, but not anymore. Now I want him to just tag along behind her and not open his mouth.
C) She is C R A Z Y. First of all, I don't like looking at her. I don't know, her eyes freak me out or something. And why does she think it's ok to GO TO HIS JOB and tell him she's going to use their dog to sniff out drugs? UM, hello? Idiot. He needs to kick her to the curb.
D) YES
E) Ok, so I'm NOT the only one who thinks he's a big cheating cheater who cheats. Seriously. They are obviously not happy, END IT.

Cheer up! Next week Cooper will be BACK and BETTER THAN EVER!

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

C) She is C R A Z Y. First of all, I don't like looking at her. I don't know, her eyes freak me out or something. And why does she think it's ok to GO TO HIS JOB and tell him she's going to use their dog to sniff out drugs? UM, hello? Idiot. He needs to kick her to the curb.

Dude, that was fucking... I don't even know the word I want at this point. Disrespectful. Insensitive. GET A GODDAMN CLUE, LADY. Yes, that's more like it. You are right, she is just unsettling to look at, maybe it's the eyes, maybe it's just she's just... no. And you ever notice, how she does something, he gets pissed off, and then they settle the whole thing with sex? THAT IS NOT HEALTHY.


Also, re: E. Man, I really really dislike him. Like to the point where I see him and I'm like OH MY GOD, YOU CHEATING ASSHOLE. Go away. Do not bring your cheating taint near Lydia!

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Her eyes bug out and she's strange looking. She gives me the willies. And that relationship... man talk about 'Things Not to Do or Endure in a Relationship EVER'

I think it's time that Cooper got laid, b/c that may be the only thing to hold my ass together. I needs a Cooper. I need a hug.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you. *smiles*

[mydocuments.livejournal.com]

Fuck tell me a joke.

What's long, brown, and sticky?


What did the fish say when he swam into the side of the aquarium?


What did the fish say when he swam into the side of the aquarium and cracked it?



This (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmiV2AaIeE0) always serves to put me in a happier mood.

[serialkarma.livejournal.com]

*sends giant hugs*

[wolkendunst.livejournal.com]

This snippet from a Michael Cudlitz interview made me smile (you have probably already read this):

Your character doesn’t fall in love with him [Ben], does he?
Well, he’s kind of cute….[laughs].

You and every teenage girl thinks that about Ben McKenzie.
I know, trust me. I’m aware, I’m aware! It’s ‘here, hold my bag while I take a picture with your partner.’ But the girls run up to me and go, ‘Hey, my mom wants to meet you.’

From here: http://www.tvguidemagazine.com/feature/southlands-michael-cudlitz-gets-tangled-up-in-blue-905.html

[mardia.livejournal.com]

Regina King is insanely awesome. I can't believe that until this show, I was unaware of just how awesome she is. I FEEL SO CHEATED.

And seriously, show, you give us that batshit-crazy wife and NO COOPER OR BEN? Show, that is just not ON.

[chicklet-girl.livejournal.com]

Last night was very argh-ful, indeed.

B) Clarke *is* a total douchebag, and a cliched one at that. Just get divorced, already.

C) Oy, don't get me started. For some reason, I had interpreted her behavior as more "bored out of her tree because she has nothing to do," but either way, it's incredibly annoying to watch. She must have a magic cooch or something.

I kept hoping for Cooper to show up at the tourist shooting, but no dice. And the ratings dropped by more than a million viewers. Some retooling is in order before next season, for sure. Like maybe getting rid of everyone except Adams, Cooper, and Sherman. And maybe Marotta, because he's pretty.

*hugs*

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

"No fucking way. I did this shit once before, but there is no way I am doing it again," Ray protests. It's raining. It's not supposed to rain in Heaven, but there's rain cloud following Ray around and raining on him with what can only be described as malicious vindictiveness. The rain drops are big and cold and no matter how much he tries to burrow under Walt's wings, the drops somehow find the back of his neck and land with cruel splats. Angels are such assholes.

"But you made a friend the last time," Walt says. Ray is still hiding from the rain, so he can't see Walt's face, but he's knows he smirking. Ray tries to shake off some of the rain onto Walt. It doesn't work. Fucking angels and their fucking ability to stay dry all the time.

"That's not the point. It's the principal of the thing," Ray objects.

"You have principals?" Walt asks.

Ray would shove Walt away, but he's warm and he knows that Walt is protecting him from the worst of the rain.

"I will not be the porn director for asshole angels and their perverse kinks. I may not have principals, but I have standards."

"You stuck a 'kick me' sign on Michael's back!"

"He's an ass. And that was hard to do. Heaven doesn't have post it notes and it was hard navigating between his wings to get to his back."

"Ray!"

"What? You laughed."

"That's not justification for doing bad things." Walt protests.

"Yes it is," Ray says stubbornly.

Walt sighs. "What am I'm going to do with you?"

"I have a list," Ray says hopefully. "I showed it to Brad and he was very impressed, but said that if I ever shared any details about my kinky angel sex with him again that he would never speak to me again. And also that I bring new meaning to the phrase 'sexually deviant.' I took that as a compliment."

"Ray!"

"That's what Brad said too!" Ray grins.

"Ray," Walt says. "If you do what the nice perverted angels say and get rid of the rain cloud, I will do number 14 on your list."

"Are you bribing me to behave?" Ray says, moving out from under the protection of Walt's wing to stare at Walt with wide eyed delight. "This brings up a whole world of exciting possibilities."

"Fuck," Walt mutters under his breath.

"Do I get spanked if I'm bad? I feel like if we are going to use a reward system, we should go for the whole thing."

Walt will deny for all eternity that the small spark of lightening that came from the rain cloud and zapped Ray in the ass was his doing. He did laugh, though. A lot.

(more later, promise!)

[abrabacon-trask.livejournal.com]

Like maybe getting rid of everyone except Adams, Cooper, and Sherman. And maybe Marotta, because he's pretty.

Agreed. There are too damn many people on this show, especially if we have to concentrate on solving crimes and such. At first I sort of liked the little whispers of characterization they sprinkled on us, but I just can't care about that many people, omg like what is this, Band of Brothers? XD

[abrabacon-trask.livejournal.com]

I RESENT GOING THROUGH ALL THAT AND NOT GETTING ANY COOPER. I'm just saying.

Word. Though that TV guide interview with Cuddlitz that someone linked to at southland_tv gives me hope that we shall be rewarded.

[redheadaholic.livejournal.com]

Moar plz! :)

[thorne-scratch.livejournal.com]

Kings getting shafted has burned me on committing right away, but I gave Southlands a try last night and liked it.

Um, um, a graph? Or fun history moments. Or a way to check if you have swine flu.

[thorne-scratch.livejournal.com]

(Or silly writing excerpts)

Nate took stock of his situation: he had a free day and the weather was beautiful. He was also dangerously undercaffeinated, and being stalked by a six and a half foot porn star with apparent Norse god ancestry in his direct genetic heritage.

Huh. Sometimes, it was hard to evaluate where his life was on the difficulty scale.

At least one of those things was easy to fix. He made an about-face and headed directly for the green and white awning down the street. Thank God for giant corporate coffee chains with cafes situated every fifty feet. Brad followed him like a duckling. An oversized, smirking duckling prone to sexual suggestions and seemingly bent on giving Nate an aneurysm or a nervous breakdown, whichever came first.

The warm smell of coffee and the less appealing sound of pop masquerading as jazz washed over him as he stepped inside. The shop was empty, without the usual sprinkle of people reading newspapers or pecking at laptops, and Nate wove through the tables and chairs up to the counter.

The cashier was young, had six different piercings on his face, and didn't appear much more awake than Nate felt.

"Grande cappuccino, please."

"Grande cap," the cashier mumbled, in a tone that wouldn't have been out of place in the zombie movie that Nate vaguely remembered falling asleep to last night. He wondered if he sounded the same way.

"How many shots go in a grande?" he asked.

"Two. It's a double," the cashier said.

Nate tried to do some quick calculations in his head, figuring amount of caffeine necessary to get him feeling human (a lot), factor what he already had in his stomach (not much), and if he had actually any cash on him (unknown variant.) The answer came up red and blinking, error, try again later. Goddamn philosophy degree.

Brad leaned around him. "He really wants a grande JFK cap," he said, smiling.

Nate nearly swallowed his own tongue. The cashier just looked confused. "I don't know if we sell that."

"Three shots," Brad clarified.

"Yeah, okay." The cashier scribbled something on the cup and slid it over to the barista. "That'll be three fifty five. Back and to the left, dude."

After successfully excavating out a few crumpled bills from the pocket of his jeans, Nate dropped his change in the tip jar and headed towards the barista's end of the counter, Brad barely a foot behind him as he went. "That was terrible," he said.

"An American tragedy," Brad said solemnly. "Possibly also a shameful reflection of our public school system. I assume such a thing would never happen back in the prestigious halls of the Ivy League."

Nate rolled his eyes. "Yes, Brad. All of us East Coast Ivy League liberals have giant gold statues of Kennedy in our basements. Every night I light candles and incense, dance naked, and throw money at mine."

"Kinky, sir." Brad looked interested. "Sounds worthy of observation. Perhaps a documentary feature on the Discovery Channel."

"Sorry," Nate said, doing his best to match Brad's smile and return it with interest. "Sacred ritual. No outsiders."

Finally, God, coffee. The heat through the thin paper sides of the cup burned him and he didn't even care, lifting it by his fingertips for a long, scalding swig. The second sip was even better. Brad intercepted the cup on its way up for the third time and slipped a cardboard sleeve on it before handing it back, and Nate didn't even bother to protest beyond a few, urgent coffee-back-now noises.

"It deeply hurts my ego that a gay ass, watered down, mass-produced cup of over-sweetened beverage masquerading as coffee can also put that look on your face, sir."

"You'll live," Nate said.

[incredulity.livejournal.com]

I know! I've been looking forward to having some Cooper bad-assery and was DENIED. Life is not fair.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

1. Um... probably not what I'm thinking.

2. Ouch?

3. Shit?

WHAT?!

I love the T-Rex with the little arms. That was actually the only funny part of that movie.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I haven't seen that! EEEEEEEEE!!!

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

She's been awesome to me since 227 back when I was a wee thing, and then she was in Ray, which I really enjoyed and now this. And while I adore her, I totally agree with this:

And seriously, show, you give us that batshit-crazy wife and NO COOPER OR BEN? Show, that is just not ON.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

ILU.

[hypertwink.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know what explanation would explain her evilness - she was like the sister or relative of pig-blood-wearing Carrie or she worked with Anne Heche in Men in Trees? I 'm leaning on the latter.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

b) YES.

c) I have no idea what's going on there, but it needs to stop at once. I feel like her whole purpose is to annoy him and us, and he just, just fucking move out already!

d) I knew instinctively that last night was going to not do as well in the ratings and people will say it's the storyline, which is was, but it's not that Regina King didn't bring it, but that the rest of it was terribly depressing, horrifying and also irritating as fuck. Can we really just have the Adams, Cooper and Sherman show and everybody else can get sacked? I know budgets are tight, just sack them now!