I wrote a little peice about going to the comic book store to buy a copy of The Watchmen graphic novel for Pink Raygun. You can read it here.
You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Playthings” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!
An excerpt:
“But really, and perhaps you’ll agree, that the finest thing about this scene is the shirt Sam is wearing. It’s a thin, grey one that looks like cashmere, which everyone knows it couldn’t be, seeing as the boys get their clothes from the Salvation Army. Then again, maybe it could be; I once got a cashmere sweater there for a dollar. At any rate, it clings to every single curve of Sam’s arms and chest. Or rather, to give credit where it is due, it clings to Padalecki’s arms and chest. I’ve not got the math smarts to graph a chart that will demonstrate just how often and how hard the boy’s been working out, but it’s plain to see that he has been. Vigorously, and, dare I say it, religiously, because if working out and muscles were prayers, then this boy would be SAVED. The long, once boyishly lean torso and arms, the once tender and young sweetness of his neck, all of it has now turned into rippled iron, covered by silky skin, turning his frame to a divine work, so that when he shifts, or turns, or flips a cell phone closed with a resounding click, and it’s grace personified. He’s always had the height and the charm, now he’s got control and confidence. All wrapped in unassuming wool. (And his hair, lest we forget, spires down like inky ribbons across his intelligent forehead. It’s enough to make a fangirl swoon.)”
You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Croatoan” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!
An excerpt:
“Second, I’m pleased on account of The Dad’s theory about Croatoan. Legend has it that the colony of Roanoke disappeared, and either they got absorbed or killed by nearby Indian tribes. Perhaps they wandered aimlessly off in search of the nearest Ye Olde Coffee Shoppe, whatever. There’s an overarching 400 years or more of history to attest to the fact that the colony vanished in mysterious but was most assuredly a normal, earthly manner. The Dad, however, tosses all of this out the window and without a single nod to any generally accepted “lore” that had been unearthed, ascribes the entire disaster to the YED messing around with his pet virus. You have to love a man with enough chutzpah to overthrow current carbon dating methods, satellite imagery, anthropological digs, DNA testing, preserved letters and ephemera, the History Channel, the Discovery Channel, TLC, National Geographic Magazine, AND The Smithsonian – all to theorize that the devil did it.”
You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “The Usual Suspects” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!
An excerpt:
“Anyway, the interrogation focuses on Dean, whom they tape while Dean confesses. What’s funny here is watching Dean tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, but so help me God, he’d be sexy even if he wasn’t saying a word. The lighting guys are at it again, doing their bright and shiny best in all of Dean’s (and Ackle’s) scenes in the squad room. The set guys have put a table that reflects light up, and thusly we get, yeah, all those freckles, and the sparkles in Dean’s eyes, and the lovely swell of that raspberry mouth thrown into high relief. I wouldn’t say that what Dean was wearing stands out in my memory, but with a face like that, who cares what he’s wearing?”
Leaving the scene of the crime
You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Long Distance Call” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!
An excerpt:
However, Wardrobe needs to realize that Sam is now a strapping tall lad with pecs out to there and shoulders as wide as an axe handle. We’ve seen the pictures. He can pound nails with his neck. He can decapitate a vampire man with a piece of wire and his bare hands. To pretend otherwise is to attempt to ignore the changes that Sam has gone through. To expect the audience to ignore the changes as well is to do us a disservice. We’re not blind. Oh, we’d happily go blind staring at Sam’s physique, yes indeed. But we’re not blind. (Plus, if Show wants Sam to look young and harmless? Then they need to bring back The Bangs. Get Makeup involved and check out pics of Season One. Now there, you got you some classic Samhair. With bangs.)
You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “In My Time of Dying” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!
Sam tells The Dad about hearing Dean. The Dad is not condescending when he answers, not quite. Anything is possible, as he says, and he must know, having seen it all. Sam here is in obedient son mode. He’s looking to his dad for answers. But he already knows the answer, right? Yeah, it’s the magic talking board. This is one of my favorite scenes in this ep. The first thing out of Sam’s mouth when he brings the board out of the bag in Dean’s room is, “Don’t make fun of me for this, but….” Which as anyone can tell you gives your siblings free license to do JUST that. Dean is dubious, but he goes along with it as he tends to do with Sam. As he always tends to do with Sam.
You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “The Pilot” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!
An excerpt:
The road trip the boys take gives us even more good story telling and factoids woven in rather than being part of some stiff exposition. The car, for starters, is just THERE, and it is never explained why on earth the Boys are driving a car that’s surely got over 100,000 miles on it, gets terrible gas mileage (12 MPG), and is almost 40 years old. There’s the oft-told story of how Kripke was going to use a late ’60’s model Ford Mustang but decided in favor of the kind of car that when it pulls up beside you at a lonely intersection, you’d be rolling up your windows right quick. Plus, there’s more room in an Impala to store everything the Boys need. Not to mention, you could put six dead bodies in the trunk. If you stacked them right.
You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Nightmare” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!
An excerpt:
Sammykins, on the other hand, makes a delicious priest, with his hair Brylcreemed down and his deep, green eyes paving the way for all sinners to find redemption. Oh, were I that sinner in need of saving and Sammy himself would come and wrestle for my soul. (Or wrestle me, come to that, though I have a feeling that my girly powers would be no match for the wrath of God in THOSE muscles.) When they arrive at Max’s house, he seems to know instinctively who needs saving and who he can leave to the tender though religiously inept mercies of Brother Dean. His voice takes on the right tone, his expression is sweet, and no one, and I mean but no one at that wake doubts for a minute that Sam is man of the cloth.
Dean contemplates death from his own gun
I’m terribly bad at checking my flist, I think I have it set up wrong, because each and every time I go in there, I’m overwhelemed. So one of my goals this week was to set the filters right, so they made sense. Only that didn’t work out right because I got distracted actually looking at my flist people. Which was lucky in a HUGE way, as it just happens that blacklid is at the top of the list.
As you may or may not know, blacklid won the bid to buy John’s truck, and this week went up to Vancouver (where they are currently filming 3.13 “Ghostfacers.”) She met up with the transpo people (those are the guys who take care of the Impala, the Camero, the Bug, and the Mini Van) and give our boys cool cars to drive!! From her description on her LJ, the car guys were VERY nice and wonderful and cool, and they sound like they are fans themselves, which makes it even better. Plus they went out of their way to help her get everything arranged so she could drive it home. (Check out her LJ for more details!)
You can read my review of the Supernatural episode “Devil’s Trap” at pinkraygun.com. Thank you!
An excerpt:
Because they are smart, they find the apartment building called Sunrise, and devise a plan. (Check out Dean’s cute freckles as they hide behind the tree!) I love the fact that they know that if they pull the fire alarm that the city will respond in exactly seven minutes. Whether or not this is true for your borough, the fact is that I imagine that The Dad taught them the response times for all emergency crews, from firemen, to paramedics, police, swat teams, everyone. They are well trained. While you and I are aware that on Fridays, chicken is on sale at the local market, these boys know how long they have before the firemen arrive. Anywhere.
