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The problem with watching too many spy series (I think I can safely be called an expert in three, and at this rate, probably four) is that you manage to figure out all of their merry little tricks, and the counterplots don't seem so very creative. And there are a few other spy series I've never yet seen but know enough about in terms of second hand information, so I can get away with sounding like I know what I'm talking about. I confess that I'm not so slowly being hooked on "Alias" (Netflix is my friend!); I'm near the end of season three and I've seen almost all of season two. I have yet to see the first, but I can live without it. Season three is infinitely more soap opera-ish than the second season (more Mission: Impossible (the original series, not that I have actually seen it...) and semi-the Avengers like there), but I actually don't mind the whole Vaughn got married thing because you know that Lauren is going to get killed off at the end. It might've been a little boring if Sydney and Vaughn stuck together as a merry little couple, but for season four I'd rather like to have Lauren out of the picture. And it's kind of fun to watch Jack kill off anyone who tries to harm his precious daughter, in a twisted sort of way.
And having Vaughn impersonate Sark triggered a fit of embarassingly loud laughter on my part. That, and the bit where Sark is talking to the Covenant defector in North Korea, posing as a CIA agent from Oregon. David Anders is actually from Oregon.
Apparently Franck is a huge Alias fan, too, and also a Sark fan. It's actually kind of scary to fathom that there are actually guys who have caught on to Alias more than I have. Sure, I haven't seen the entire series yet, but I think I know what I'm talking about here. Serious hookage, yeah.
There were some interesting Prisoner and Danger Man ties in Alias's "Facade," (it's the whole let's-go-disorient-somebody-to-trick-them-into-telling-us-stuff
-by-putting-them-in-a-fake-hotel-room) I'll shut up before I say too much and not study for my math quiz tomorrow.
Oh, and I possibly took the shortest driving test in history, seriously. I failed when exiting the DMV driveway after waiting for an hour and twenty minutes to take the bloody test. I swear I looked both directions three times and was about to make my left turn out of the parking lot after looking to my left for the third time, but suddenly a car from the right came towards me. My driving instructor (who was not the Russian lady after all) technically had to intervene by alerting me of the oncoming car and telling me to stop. Heh, so now I have to wait until early December before retaking it. I cried for some time while driving back on 101 (which now strikes me as being rather dangerous, but actually I could still see pretty well), but I thankfully stopped being self-pitying and petty. The whole situation strikes me as being rather funny now.
I'm really looking forward to Thanksgiving weekend-I'll be going up to the City this year with the family, and probably see my godparents, which will be lovely. Yay! And I can also make a pilgrimige to the Border's at Union Square that had the best selection of soundtracks I've ever seen, and maybe my annual CompUSA one with Dad, too. And I finally get to see "The Incredibles" next Saturday! Needless to say I am in a good mood, except that I'm kind of screwed for my math quiz tomorrow. Back to the salt mines...
And having Vaughn impersonate Sark triggered a fit of embarassingly loud laughter on my part. That, and the bit where Sark is talking to the Covenant defector in North Korea, posing as a CIA agent from Oregon. David Anders is actually from Oregon.
Apparently Franck is a huge Alias fan, too, and also a Sark fan. It's actually kind of scary to fathom that there are actually guys who have caught on to Alias more than I have. Sure, I haven't seen the entire series yet, but I think I know what I'm talking about here. Serious hookage, yeah.
There were some interesting Prisoner and Danger Man ties in Alias's "Facade," (it's the whole let's-go-disorient-somebody-to-trick-them-into-telling-us-stuff
-by-putting-them-in-a-fake-hotel-room) I'll shut up before I say too much and not study for my math quiz tomorrow.
Oh, and I possibly took the shortest driving test in history, seriously. I failed when exiting the DMV driveway after waiting for an hour and twenty minutes to take the bloody test. I swear I looked both directions three times and was about to make my left turn out of the parking lot after looking to my left for the third time, but suddenly a car from the right came towards me. My driving instructor (who was not the Russian lady after all) technically had to intervene by alerting me of the oncoming car and telling me to stop. Heh, so now I have to wait until early December before retaking it. I cried for some time while driving back on 101 (which now strikes me as being rather dangerous, but actually I could still see pretty well), but I thankfully stopped being self-pitying and petty. The whole situation strikes me as being rather funny now.
I'm really looking forward to Thanksgiving weekend-I'll be going up to the City this year with the family, and probably see my godparents, which will be lovely. Yay! And I can also make a pilgrimige to the Border's at Union Square that had the best selection of soundtracks I've ever seen, and maybe my annual CompUSA one with Dad, too. And I finally get to see "The Incredibles" next Saturday! Needless to say I am in a good mood, except that I'm kind of screwed for my math quiz tomorrow. Back to the salt mines...
