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which_chickSorry I haven't been making with the updating. I blame Desperate Housewives, season 2 of which just came out on DVD about the time I quit posting. The reason I wasn't posting was that I'd get home from work, go do horse, come home from doing horse, and watch Desperate Housewives until I fell asleep in front of the laptop.
I'm a little more than halfway through the second season. (I also have the special bonus WalMart exclusive extra episode thing, which I haven't seen yet. WalMart is so very much the common denominator of retailers that the very existance of a WalMart Exclusive meant I simply *had* to buy the DVD box set there. It was a moral imperative.)
Anyway. Yes, I watch Desperate Housewives. I am aware that it's fairly trashy television and I don't really give a damn. I like it anyway.
I like Gabby. She's pretty. She's amusingly shallow and unapologetic about it. I also actually kind of like Carlos. I don't like Sister Mary Holier-Than-Thou, though. I like the Chinese refugee maid who could, hello, get a real job and make decent money. She's got m4d skilz. I adored the whole buying-a-baby plotline.
I adore Bree, who is a loon on so very many tasteful, color-coordinated fronts. I absolutely cackle in glee over her Big Gay Son Andrew, who is just enough of a psychopath to be entertaining. It doesn't hurt that he's banging his cute lab partner whose name escapes me. I totally hated the sociopath of a pharmacist and I'm glad he's moved on to what is undoubtedly a better place. Bree's daughter is not a character I give two shits about.
I kinda like Lynette though I found her evil childless boss something of a great big huge political statement in character form. (Glad we've moved on from that plotline.) I worry about her husband Tom and I don't think they're maximizing the child-training in any way that could make their lives easier. However, as I am childless, I know jack shit about raising children. (Note: While I can't sing a fucking note myself, I can tell good opera singers from bad opera singers. I'm just sayin'...)
I do not fucking like Susan. Susan is stupid and wrong and she keeps right the hell on being stupid and wrong without ever getting any better. Getting all teary-eyed and making with the big, sad smiles does not excuse being wrong. Susan needs to get a clue before I crush her head with my fingers. She is not on screen at all without raising my ire and all through her complete fucking ineffectualness and her unending case of the stupids... and the way she uses big, tearful smiles to excuse her stupids. Susan: That doesn't make it all better. Susan's actress also looks fucking gaunt. Does anyone know if she's beset with what my cousin San tactfully refers to as food issues?
I don't like the slutty real estate agent Edy, but she amuses me. She doesn't drive me up the wall like Susan does. Edy's at least amusing and delightfully free of tact. I like the way she says things just to be hurtful -- it would be less funny if she were better at it, but because she's so damn obvious and unskilled, it's funny as all hell.
I don't like neighbor Paul. Fruitcakey loon, that one is. His boy Zach makes my fucking skin crawl, too. Seriously, he's creepy and bad. This season where he was talking to Susan in the park and she allowed as he'd done lots of things to people, large bad things that he couldn't take back, he was all like "You mean like with (Susan's daughter)." Uh. No, sociopath boy, like holding guns to people's heads and being unreasonably violent and stuff. Totally creepy, there. They're doing a really swell job of creepy, anyway.
Mike the plumber: He's all right, if somewhat blind about his boy Zach. (Yeah, Zach is Paul's raised son and Mike's biological son.) He should really get over Susan and move on to a more sane and stable woman. Perhaps he should date out of the neighborhood.
Carl the ex-husband of Susan: Ass. Ass in so many ways. Manipulative ass to be using Edy (not particularly the driven snow, herself, but people are not toys to be played with) to try to lure Susan back through jealousy. Plays both sides and isn't winning either one. Serious ass.
The black family keeping the boy in the basement: The boy in the basement is creepy. I like the mother, though, and her more-sane son is quite pretty.
Desperate Housewives is aesthetic. It's pretty. Things go together nicely in a more-than-perfect way. The person who does the sets and costumes and such is certainly Bree's kindred soul. I like that about it, too.
I'm a little more than halfway through the second season. (I also have the special bonus WalMart exclusive extra episode thing, which I haven't seen yet. WalMart is so very much the common denominator of retailers that the very existance of a WalMart Exclusive meant I simply *had* to buy the DVD box set there. It was a moral imperative.)
Anyway. Yes, I watch Desperate Housewives. I am aware that it's fairly trashy television and I don't really give a damn. I like it anyway.
I like Gabby. She's pretty. She's amusingly shallow and unapologetic about it. I also actually kind of like Carlos. I don't like Sister Mary Holier-Than-Thou, though. I like the Chinese refugee maid who could, hello, get a real job and make decent money. She's got m4d skilz. I adored the whole buying-a-baby plotline.
I adore Bree, who is a loon on so very many tasteful, color-coordinated fronts. I absolutely cackle in glee over her Big Gay Son Andrew, who is just enough of a psychopath to be entertaining. It doesn't hurt that he's banging his cute lab partner whose name escapes me. I totally hated the sociopath of a pharmacist and I'm glad he's moved on to what is undoubtedly a better place. Bree's daughter is not a character I give two shits about.
I kinda like Lynette though I found her evil childless boss something of a great big huge political statement in character form. (Glad we've moved on from that plotline.) I worry about her husband Tom and I don't think they're maximizing the child-training in any way that could make their lives easier. However, as I am childless, I know jack shit about raising children. (Note: While I can't sing a fucking note myself, I can tell good opera singers from bad opera singers. I'm just sayin'...)
I do not fucking like Susan. Susan is stupid and wrong and she keeps right the hell on being stupid and wrong without ever getting any better. Getting all teary-eyed and making with the big, sad smiles does not excuse being wrong. Susan needs to get a clue before I crush her head with my fingers. She is not on screen at all without raising my ire and all through her complete fucking ineffectualness and her unending case of the stupids... and the way she uses big, tearful smiles to excuse her stupids. Susan: That doesn't make it all better. Susan's actress also looks fucking gaunt. Does anyone know if she's beset with what my cousin San tactfully refers to as food issues?
I don't like the slutty real estate agent Edy, but she amuses me. She doesn't drive me up the wall like Susan does. Edy's at least amusing and delightfully free of tact. I like the way she says things just to be hurtful -- it would be less funny if she were better at it, but because she's so damn obvious and unskilled, it's funny as all hell.
I don't like neighbor Paul. Fruitcakey loon, that one is. His boy Zach makes my fucking skin crawl, too. Seriously, he's creepy and bad. This season where he was talking to Susan in the park and she allowed as he'd done lots of things to people, large bad things that he couldn't take back, he was all like "You mean like with (Susan's daughter)." Uh. No, sociopath boy, like holding guns to people's heads and being unreasonably violent and stuff. Totally creepy, there. They're doing a really swell job of creepy, anyway.
Mike the plumber: He's all right, if somewhat blind about his boy Zach. (Yeah, Zach is Paul's raised son and Mike's biological son.) He should really get over Susan and move on to a more sane and stable woman. Perhaps he should date out of the neighborhood.
Carl the ex-husband of Susan: Ass. Ass in so many ways. Manipulative ass to be using Edy (not particularly the driven snow, herself, but people are not toys to be played with) to try to lure Susan back through jealousy. Plays both sides and isn't winning either one. Serious ass.
The black family keeping the boy in the basement: The boy in the basement is creepy. I like the mother, though, and her more-sane son is quite pretty.
Desperate Housewives is aesthetic. It's pretty. Things go together nicely in a more-than-perfect way. The person who does the sets and costumes and such is certainly Bree's kindred soul. I like that about it, too.
