Archive for: October, 2008

Rummy Name Calling

Oct 31 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Fandom, Recovering English Major, Swear Words, Curses, and Invective

I had all sorts of plans to get in a Gormenghastocabulary update this morning, but decided to spend the time drinking coffee and reading smutty fanfiction. So, you know, sorry. Monday, okay? I promise. Not that but a few of you care, but it makes me feel better to apologize and promise. AND! It will keep me from writing about politics, which should make everybody happy. Or it’ll keep me from it for a minute. We’ll see how wound up I am by Monday afternoon.

Meanwhile, semi-related to politics, I have been reading a lot of great insults lately. My three favorites:

  • doucheholster
  • chowderhead
  • twatwaffle

Doucheholster? Oh yes. I liked it so much I was compelled to call Peter Petrelli one earlier in the week. And really, you can’t tell me it doesn’t conjure up a great mental image. Douche as an insult has been around a long time, although not quite as long as in the verb sense of the word. One could even make a case that as the verb sense is used less and less (it’s really not a good idea and most doctors recommend against it), the insult is used more and more. I’d be interested to see how this goes very long term. Say in 200 years will “douche” have nothing to do with irrigating body cavities with cleansing solutions and everything to do with calling people names. Also, I think I just really like using “holster” as a suffix. Think about all the other words you could add “holster” to for effect! Honu Girl and I were bitching about someone last week who we thought was snooty and she called him a Snootholster. See how that works? Really well!

Chowderhead kicks it old school, yo. Merriam-webster dates it back to 1833, as a variant of “jolterhead” or blockhead. (My BFF) Dictionary.com takes it a little earlier, with a couple more intermediate steps. From the northern English chowterhead, a phoenetic variant of cholterhead, a dialectical variation of jolterhead as with the MW defintion. It wants to say that it’s from “jolt,” something like a rough shake or sharp blow but can’t be sure. Me? I imagine someone covered in potatoes and clams and whitesauce, dripping, kind of pissed about it.

And serious, I don’t know where to start with all the wonder that is twatwaffle. Something about the two t’s and the two w’s in such close proximity is a wonder. Twat. Waffle. I feel so peurile and immature, but it makes me giggle. The origin of the word “twat” is Old English *thwat, probably meaning slit or forest clearing, depending on how closely you can connect it to the Old Norse *thveit. It’s been in use as a reference to the vulva since the mid-16th century. The Online Etymology Dictionary gives note that it’s been used as a “general term of abuse” since the 1920s. I associate the wit and repartee of that period with P.G. Wodehouse and, seriously, I cannot imagine Reginald Jeeves, standing there in his morning coat, referring to Barmy Fotheringay-Phipps as a “twatwaffle.” Actually, given five minutes looking up precisely how to spell that name, because it’s pronounced “Fungy-Phipps,” I kind of can (see above, re: smutty fanfic). Nevermind about that! I just don’t think twatwaffle is too insulting about it, because who doesn’t like both twats and waffles? It’s less vitriolic, more shock-and-awe. Or as Bertie Wooster might say, “rummy.” TWATWAFFLE.

Have you heard any good ones lately? Please let me know. Tinkerty-tonk!

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Nonsense, Calculus, Thursday

Oct 30 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Confession

I have plenty of words to write about, but I’m just not feeling it today. I’m restless. I’m running the Vulcan 10k on Saturday. I’d like to be running right now. Except yesterday I had a great five mile run, then when I went to get out of the car at home, found my quads had locked up and I’d somehow strained my right hip. I walked for cool down and did stretches and everything. There is no reason for this! Quads feel better but my hip still hurts pretty badly. I think I just ran too many hills two days in a row (up and down Southside, University Blvd., Highland Ave.). It must be better by Saturday!

I’m reading Watchmen now, by Dave Gibbon and Alan Moore. I’m not finished, but so far I like Rorshach best and I feel like this probably makes me a bad person.

Last night I had some crazy dreams including beating a man to death because he’d broken into my house and was trying to steal my eyeshadow. I also dreamt I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, but then couldn’t find anybody to help me with the umbilical cord or give me a washcloth or blanket or anything. When one person finally came around, she said, “Here, let me take that. You don’t need that. We’ll just get rid of this.” I had to get violent with her, too, which was hard trying to hold onto a slippery baby still connected to my body.

Doc and I were talking earlier this week: “dreamt” is a strange word. But nice.

And yesterday was Integral Day! From that linked Wired article:

Leibniz contributed mightily to our knowledge of differential equations. He discovered the method of separation of variables, first reduced homogeneous equations to separable ones, and figured out how to solve first-order linear equations. He also worked on the multinomial theorem. ….

Does Newton deserve more credit? Maybe, but it’s Leibniz’s language you learned in your calculus class. And ol’ Isaac gets his props for many other discoveries, so don’t overestimate the gravity of the situation. Happy Integral Day, Gottfried!

And for fun, a bit of the Leibniz you may, like me, have running around in your head being a thoughtful smartass:

When Newton encounters a truth–such as the inverse square law of gravity—he does not even consider trying to understand it, but instead says that the world simply is this way, because that is how God made it. To his way of thinking, any truths of nature lie outside the realm of Natural Philosophy and belong to a realm he thinks is best approached through the study of alchemy.

Let me tell you why Newton is wrong.

The Baroque Cycle, vol. 1 Quicksilver, book 3 Odalisque, by Neal Stephenson

How are you all doing? Want to talk about anything in particular?

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Half-Blood Prince Non-Teaser Trailer Still a Pretty Big Tease

Oct 28 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Fandom

I like the quick cuts near the beginning. And the giant swirling circle of fire is pretty awesome, as well as, I think, in direct violation of the terms of the current cease-fire in the Gandalf vs. Dumbledore hostilities. Still thinking it could use some more Half-Blood Prince though. Two seconds of this:

Severus Snape at full billow!

is awesome, but I want more. More angst! More nose! More greasy hair! More billowing robes! Harder! Faster! Deeper! Please!

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Heroes: Ita Erat Quando Hic Adveni

Oct 28 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Fandom

So it starts out with Peter making assumptions and not listening. Not that I suspect Arthur Petrelli is up to much good, but wow, wouldn’t it be smart to listen to the bad guy? They always give their plans away. But not Peter! Nope! He has to have an attack of 14 Year Old Girl PMS. So Arthur smirks and tells him he’s grounded. Really, this is the kind of contempt I want to see expressed toward Peter. Woohoo!

Then we go to Elle vs. Claire. How is this a contest? Elle uber alles! It’s dramatic and awesome except for where Kristen Bell can act circles around Hayden Panetierre and her hair extensions. And I feel sorry for Hayden. First the cementy extensions. Now woman to woman against Veronica Mars. And Veronica always wins, Cheerleader.

Angela’s dream invasion against Sylar was sick and awesome and just what was needed to get him him out of yet another chemically induced coma and into ass-kicking mode. So now we know that whole coma thing can be gotten out of any time if you only stop feeling sorry for yourself. That tube they put up your nose pumps in emo juice! So now how did Peter ever get out of it?

The thrust of the episode seems to be this whole broken versus whole theme. If you have a power, are you broken? Are you better? Are you best? Didn’t we cover this in season 1? Seriously! I THOUGHT WE’D BE OVER THIS, Y’ALL.

End of the second act, just as Arthur goes Voldemort on Maury, Christopher remarks on Pinehearst, “Actually, it’s a golf course, but we won’t get into that.”

Then there’s Matt! And his turtle! And his booty call to Mohinder! Which Daphne interrupts. Bummer. Again, with the earnest Matt, so he’s lovable. And he does not seem to be acting as idiotic as the rest of the characters, so I may have to like him. But he’ll have to keep playing house with Moho, cos they’re sweet. And of course they get fake killed, because Kring doesn’t really love you until he fake kills you. Really, someone needs to die dead, and soon, or it’ll be the Boy Who Cried Knox Punched A Whole Clear Through My Chest and someone’ll be standing there with a sucking wound begging for help and we won’t care even a little bit. Unless it’s Sylar or Elle, in which case, I might be temporarily anxious. Or Peter, in which case, O FRABJOUS DAY, CALLOO! CALLAY!

So we’re back at Pinehearst, where Moho is about to inject Peter with the Buggification Serum and there was a gross shot of his CHITIN and I almost died. And then they make eyes at one another until Sylar shows up in a BLAZE OF ANTI-HERO GLORY. Really, I’ve obviously gone all caps locky with lust. So, okay, Sylar interrupts sexytimes by rescuing Peter. Peter realizes that he doesn’t precisely deserve rescuing what with the neck snapping and emo juice and what not. But Sylar’s all omg mah flesh and blood, yo! And them Mohinder attacks Sylar and beats him stupid for cockblocking. Peter flees! At this point, I hope I was not the only person going AW HAYULL NO! I mean, yeah, it gets explained later, but Peter. Christ, what a doucheholster.

So eventually they meet back up. It turns out Peter had a cunning plan. I know. I’m as surprised as you are. So they fight, of course, and Arthur’s all holding Sylar in hover-stasis so he can talk about how horrid Angela is and give us a whole big bunch of backstory. Yay for backstory. Turns out Angela tried to drown Gabriel like a kitten! Jesus! That would make anybody cranky, so he defenestrates Peter. I yelped!

I mean, yeah, it’s not like he was gonna die. So most of the effect was lost, right? Kring’s the man who cried Defenestrated Powerless Peter. And later Peter comes to the conclusion that Sylar must have used telekinesis to break his fall. Y’all, for the first time in the history of the show, Peter comes to the correct conclusion, on his own, with only a serious head injury to help him. Give it up for Captain Emo, y’all.

In the end, Claire helps Peter and Elle runs directly into Pinehearst. Yeah, it doesn’t seem like it makes sense, but think about how much pain she must be in. She says she’s in agony, can’t eat or sleep, and she can’t go three steps without electrocuting herself. She thinks they offer her relief. Of course she runs at them. I will hate it if she gives up her power, but she’s just such a great, flawed, interesting character. And she has to be the mother of Sylar’s child! So, yeah: ELLE LOVE.

Mohinder and Maya, for me, was completely colored by Christopher chanting: “Kick him in the balls. Kick him in the balls. Kick him in the balls.” I didn’t know he had such strong feelings for Maya, but I guess he does. When she finally turned to walk away, Christopher shouted, “NUT HIM!!!” I thought men had a code about that sort of thing; he was riled up.

Then, Sylar turns double agent, Nathan clenches his jaw, and Hiro eats a Guatemalan Insanity Pepper. The end.

Discussion Questions

  1. SJ comments (two weeks ago):

    I was as sad to see Wallace Fennell get sucked into Mohinder’s lair as I was happy to see Maya get webbed. …. And what is with the Veronica Mars take over on Heroes? Can we get Don Lamb as a super who smarms people to death next?

    Like her, I am jazzed at all the Veronica Mars crossovers. That was a show that never disappointed. I would like to see Don Lamb showing up to smarm people to death, but even more than that, I would like to see Dick Casablancas show up as a hero who gave everybody their sense of humor back. Cos really, this show takes itself way too seriously. Which Veronica Mars character would you add and why?

  2. Sylar has been beaten unconscious now in every single episode. How long until he’s reduced to grinning and saying, “I like pudding, Peter?” (See also, Lex Luthor’s recurring head injuries–”I like pudding, Clark!” and Simon Tam: Punching Bag– “I like pudding, Mal.”)*

*This joke I got from my friend Cale, who is dear enough to me that I watched two whole seasons of Smallville even though Lana made me want to stab my own eyes out and Lex, sexy mofo that he is, never took off his clothes, turned to the camera, and offered to sex me up. What will I not do for a friend, y’all? I am practically a Hufflepuff.

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Another Open Letter to George R. R. Martin

Oct 27 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Fandom, Recovering English Major, Speechifying

Dear George R. R. Martin,

I hope this finds you and yours well. It’s been a while since last I wrote. In the meantime, I’ve read the rest of your Song of Ice and Fire series and enjoyed it very much. Well, enjoyed most of it. I devoured A Feast for Crows just for the stuff about Brienne of Tarth, but was very disappointed that it contained nothing of my favorite character, Tyrion Lannister. Further, the most exciting plot, Daenerys Targaryen’s, wasn’t there either. Which I guess means that I have to wait until A Dance with Dragons to read about them, and have to pick through a bunch of crap about Greyjoys. I’m sorry. That was harsh. Still, though. I suppose you could make it up to me with some hot Tyrion and Sansa romance. Or Jaime and Brienne. Hot romance. I’m just saying.

I beg your pardon, Mr. Martin. I get carried away. The characters are just so vivid! The point I was trying to make was that I very much want to know what happens, and a few months ago, Amazon listed A Dance with Dragons as being published fall 2008. It’s fall 2008 and Amazon no longer lists the book, at all. Last week I received an email from Barnes and Noble telling me to check out new titles by you, George R. R. Martin, among other authors. I was so elated! I clicked through and came to see that it’s some collection of short stories called Busted Flush, that is edited by you. I mean, it sounds really interesting, but my hopes, which were really soaring there for 20 seconds, were absolutely dashed. I wanted Tyrion!

If you have time to be editing short story anthologies, you have time to be editing A Dance with Dragons. I didn’t want it to have to come to this, but I am going to have to use just one word with you. Ready?

One word, Mr. Martin: SHENANIGANS!!!

Respectfully,

Your Friend,

Sarah

p.s. Remember the Tyrion romance, okay? Okay. Thanks. :D

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The Tao of E

Oct 24 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Geekery

Once upon a time, about45 minutes ago, actually, Honu Girl and I were chatting about orthography. Honu Girl wanted to know which was proper: adviser or advisor. And because she is a good person who performs community service by keeping me entertained and therefore, not writing diatribes about media bias and going door to door to ask people if they’ve heard about the plan that Firefly and Mr Neal Stephenson have for their lives, she tossed the question at me.

I sprang into action! Armed with Google-fu and the ancient art of Opening Multiple Tabs to Look at My BFF Dictionary Dot Com, I quickly found the answer. The primary spelling is “adviser.” “Advisor” is an alternate: “-er” is preferred to “-or.”

Honu Girl thought this curious. “Really??” She asked. “I always thought it was “sor” as the “proper” way.”

“Os are uppity like that,” I replied. “They’re all, ‘Use me! I’m fancy!’”

“Es are like, ‘Psh,’” I added a beat later, wishing I were more comfortable using emoticons indicating derision. “:p” maybe, or “>:o.”

A moment after that, I added, “Us have low self esteems.” It’s unfortunate, but a fact. Can you think of a word where the U is really confident? I didn’t think so.

And while I was at it, I went all in. “As are perfectionistic OCD overachieving Percy Weasleys. Is are shy.”

And then there was a few moments of silence. I feared the worst: Honu Girl had had to go get in the car to pick up her eyeballs from the next county over or I was about to be reported for my use of the word “uppity,” which, according to the Ministry of Love, is a racial code word, like “socialism” and “disagree.”

I was wrong!

She was concerned about Es. “ That’s what they get for being the most common letter in the English language,” she lamented. “If Es were more discriminating, maybe Os wouldn’t be seen as classier.”

It’s all a matter of perception, really. We only think that Os are better because there are so few of them, really. And Es aren’t slutty. Why are there so many Es? Well, one E meets another E and pretty soon there are three Es. It’s not because they can’t control themselves. It’s because they love each other!

And in the end, Honu Girl spelled it “adviser” and all the vowels lived happily ever after, except the As, which locked themselves in their room to listen to Dar Williams albums while writing their dissertations.

Next time on Gchat with Geeks: The Homophontastic Adventures of Queue and Cue. Same geek time, same geek channel!

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How I Get There’s the Worthier Part

Oct 23 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Speechifying

I just signed up for National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo as the kids say these days. In a year where I set up goals and have been knocking them out of the park, more or less. Now that I’ve achieved a 5k, writing some original fiction no longer seems like stepping off a cliff.

I continue to run and I ran the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure 5k in about 40 minutes—a time that I am overjoyed about. The actual race was the worst run I had had to that point. It was crazy humid and I had to pee. Being surrounded by people, most of whom were passing me, was very demoralizing. I had to fight pretty hard, but I made it, and in the end, did better than I thought I would. I went for a run the following Monday evening and felt just great, though, just like I had while I was training up to the 5k. And almost every run since then has been really, really good.

So I continue to run, working now toward the Vulcan Run 10k on November 1. My longest run so far has been 5.1 miles and as I came up on the end of that for the first (and only, so far; I’ll do it again tomorrow) time, I thought, “Yeah, I could go another mile.” It feels great. I feel great! It gives me something to look forward to every day and every day I get a sense of accomplishment. Sometimes, on my rest days, I get a feeling like I should be doing more, like an old, mean recording of myself asking me when I’m going to get off my fat ass and do some exercise. I’m almost able to laugh at that voice.

The most important lesson I’ve learned from running so far, though, is that I don’t have to get there fast. I just have to get there. My achievement isn’t against a clock—my own or anybody else’s. It’s against my expectations of myself and my willingness to do whatever it takes to get it done. In this way, I feel like my body and my heart are catching up to what my head has known for a long, long time: there is just about nothing I can’t achieve. I have a silly LJ icon labeling myself Slytherin that says, “If it weren’t for physics and law enforcement, I’d be unstoppable.” I feel like that gets truer by the day.

So when Poptart asked if I was going to do NaNoWriMo this year, and said that I should and that we should both do it and then get together to share the results, I quibbled at her for a minute. I told her things like, well, I usually write Yuletide, blah blah blah. When what I really meant was, I’m scared I would fail and wouldn’t be able to do it and furthermore, would both not achieve the word count and write a bunch of crap that would be superhorrific and oh dear the humiliation. Which is a helluva lot like what I said to Chez every few weeks for about nine months before I finally caved and joined her running program. And when I realized that, I decided to do it. I may still do Yuletide as well. But now that I know I can do these things, and I believe I can do these things, and I can look at any challenge and remind myself that it’s not how fast I get there, or how well I get there, or with how few errors, or with how many sparkling phrases. It’s that I get there. I can write 50,000 words in 30 days. They don’t have to be perfect, just out there.

So on November 1, I’ll run my first 10k and start my first novel. Even if I don’t do great, by God, I’m doing it.

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Amanuensis

Oct 22 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Fandom, Geekery, Recovering English Major

Doc keeps me apprised of all things Mr Neal Stephenson via Twitter. This morning he asked if I’d seen the Anathem trailer. No! I didn’t know there was one. I felt like a lame fan. Then I watched the trailer and felt very, very tingly. Here, you try:

The World of Anathem

Having finished it Monday night, I cannot recommend this book enough. Don’t worry about reading anything before it, or doing any sort of preparatory ontological mental calisthenics. Just get it, open it up, and start reading. Then come back to the trailer and get all teary-eyed and goosebumpy with me, okay? Lookit Raz and Lio and Ala and Magister Sark and the Ringing Vale avout and Zh’vaern, and Fraa Jad the Teglon and the chord and sphere.

If you’re anything like me, you’ll want to start the book over again immediately. I really want to. But I recognize that I need to wait a little while. I need to keep integrating and contemplating what I read so that I can get a deeper, better understand of it next time, to be, like Fraa Jad tells Raz, a consciousness-bearer.

Superficially: I love the detail in the trailer. Except that was not the Lio of my imagination (would anybody call that guy “Thislehead”?). And it conspicuously lacks some Sammann. Still, love it!

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Gormenghastocabulary IV

Oct 22 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Lexpionage, Recovering English Major

Time for our weekly jaunt to Gormenghast, to look at new words from the page of Titus Groan, by Mervyn Peake.

Socking it to you first is byre:

Reaching the top-most step she stooped and leaned over a three-foot swing door, like the door of a byre, unfastened the latch and entered the first of the three sections of the attic.

A byre is a cow barn. My whole concept of “barn” is pretty cow-intensive, but just in case you need a word that means a barn for cows, but no other animals, byre is your word. Etymology? The Indo-European root is, broadly, bheu, which means to exist or grow, and includes derivatives like be, husband, imp, physics, future, neighbor, and beam. More specifically, but less concretely, its root is *bhu, meaning “bower,” which has several definitions its ownself. It can be a leafy recess or arbor, or a woman’s boudoir, specifically in a medieval castle, or a rustic cottage. Words from the same root include neighbor via Old English gebur– the “ge” is a prefix indicating a collective; and phylum and phylogeny via the Greek phulon, meaning tribe, race, or class.

Sneaking up on you when you least expect it is lapsury:

‘A little brother for you, my pretty. Now there’s a surprise to quieten you; a little brother. Just like you, my ugly darling– born in the lapsury.’

This is another Peake being sneaky word. It apparently has no meaning, except possibly “birth place.” Googling “lapsury” gets you six basic hits, most of which reference three things:

  1. The Wordie listing for lapsury (Hi, me! And other intrepid Peake reader!)
  2. A list of requested Wikipedia articles—someone else wants to know what it means.
  3. An article by Kathryn Lindskoog called “Mark Twain and George McDonald: The Salty and the Sweet” which references lapsury in a quote:

    The tour was plagued with occasional illnesses and travel problems; therefore, the MacDonalds greatly appreciated a five-day pre-Christmas rest “in lapsury’s luck” at the Elmira, New York, home of “the Mother-in-law of Mark Twain,” as MacDonald wrote on December 22 to his children back in England.

Y’all, I kind of think it sounds like a portmanteau of “lap” and “luxury,” which would pretty well describe Titus’s (and Fuschia’s, as Nanny is talking to her about the two of them) birth. Could it be a failed neologism? Regardless, it sucker punched us. Next time we probably won’t remember to duck, actually.

But don’t worry. The last word this week is curlew:

‘I have come,’ she said in a voice which, thin as a curlew, carried along the tables, ‘I have come – although it is so late – to tell you a wonderful thing.’

A curlew is a type of bird—smallish, with a long curved beak. In that way the statement doesn’t make much sense. I suppose that what Peake is after is a voice that’s as thin as a curlew’s beak. Using it this way, there’s the reference to that thin beak, but it brings to mind “curlicue”—something almost wispy, like curls of smoke rising and curving in little rounds. I would have to go back and reread to be sure (don’t have the book at hand), but I think this is Nanny Slagg announcing Titus’s birth to the Bright Carvers in search of a wet nurse for him. The bird reference throws me off a bit, since Gertrude is the bird-lover and most often referred to with animal imagery, whereas Nanny is described most often with words relating to time.

Bowers, birds, and mystery words. What do you all think?

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Heroes: High Five, Turtle!

Oct 21 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Fandom

Where to start with last night’s Heroes?

Just when you thought it was safe to care again. And then after that, I can’t think of what else to say. It’s like my mind just shuts off and tells me to tell you about Anathem, which I finished last night. It’s better than Heroes, although somewhat more difficult to understand. But at least there’s some consistency, whereas the only consistency Heroes shows anymore is consistently making plot development choices that drain away every last shred of pleasure you could possibly derive from the program.

For a minute, I liked Matt. I mean, he’s still a total doofus, but he’s a lovable doofus. And he’s consistently a doofus. There’s no hint at sophistication or anything that gets yanked back when it’s inconvenient to his arc. He’s a mind-reading doofus, with a turtle, who doesn’t read many minds and is just plain achingly earnest when it comes to women. His interactions with Daphne were great. I think they both acted pretty realistically. He freaked her out, but she stuck in there cos she believes she has a job to do. He was his doofusy self, just a man and a turtle and a vision and evidently the sports pages and a pretzel and endless ability to chill in an airport for the woman he might maybe in the future love.

And oh, be still by Sylar-beating heart. The pre-show bumper confirms that he’s legitimately the son of Arthur and Angela Petrelli, so I’ve still got a lot of questions. What’s the birth order? Why raise two and give one away? I’m chatting with Honu Girl right now and she’s like, “What if Peter and Sylar are fraternal twins? Wouldn’t that be creepy?” And my response is, if that is the case, I will axe murder someone. I’d prefer Peter, but I’m not picky. And yeah, it makes a lot of sense, since they essentially have the same power manifested in different ways. And if they split them up to do some kind of nature-nuture experiment, well, that would be in keeping with the screwed up eugenics of the show.

Regardless! He wants to redeem himself! He’s had some time to contemplate his serial killer history, and has decided maybe a life of violent crime isn’t for him. So he gets a hug from me! And let’s go ahead and add him to the list of characters who have told Peter to stop and listen, because he’s about to make a big mistake. That’s everybody now, right? Except maybe Meredith and Parkman’s dad, and the new characters (though I’m sure they’re in line). There should be a drinking game, except we’d all end up with alcohol poisoning before the fourth act.

And really, truly, honestly, I think they must have a PMSing 14 year old girl write Peter’s parts and dialogue. Did you hear it when he told Sylar, “You gave me this power and now I have the hunger!” DID YOU HEAR THAT?! DID YOU HEAR HIM BLAME SYLAR FOR HIS OWN STUPID FUCKING STUPID CHOICES WHICH ARE STUPID AND I HAVE TO STOP BEFORE I HAVE A STROKE. !? INTERROBANG al;kjsdfl&@#*#$^&kh.

My head hurts. Where was I?

Hiro! Claims to have learned a lesson, so fingers crossed. Ando’s not dead. And I’d say that that proves that nobody dies, but Adam seems like he might really be dead. Which is unfortunate, because he was an insouciant bad guy and we need more of those. It’s not as much fun if they bad guys all take themselves so very bad-guy seriously.

I’m glad we have a new head bad guy, though. Arthur Petrelli seems like he’s an Old School Villain. Did it gross you out with the removing his own respirator? I thought that that was sick and awesome. Hopefully he’ll take his stable of bad guys and go all Darth Vader on some people. That should be exciting. And then Sylar and Angela and all the people you thought were villains because they were doing was right, not what was easy (except Sylar, who’s new, so you know, give him a minute) have to fight them and it will be awesome and maybe somebody will vaporize Peter and I will be able to stop wanting to beat him to death with his own emo hairdo.

I hope Eric the Puppeteer comes back. The show needs a psychopath. Eric and Mohinder can have a crazy-off during sweeps! Winner gets a turtle! And then we can get back to real story. As soon as we remember it. Something about saving the world.

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