1. Francesco Algarotti, you tool. I have spent weeks reading the letters of Lady Mary, learning her very well indeed, and coming to care for her -- and to appreciate her wit, her honesty, her obsessive qualities. And you, you great buffoon, are the muse that inspires so many eloquent, devestating, poignant letters wherein she lays her soul bare to you. And you lead her on a not-quite-so merry chase for five years, while you flit around sleeping with every breathing object that crosses your path!
I don't care that you translated Newton into Italian for women. You hurt Lady Mary. If you were not all ready dead, buddy, we'd have Words.
2. Oh my goodness. Friday Night Lights. Don't listen to lyra_sena
. Believe the hype about Boobie Miles. And Mike Winchell. And Don Billingsly. And Brian Chavez.
Y'all, and I say y'all because it feels appropriate especially when talking about a Texan football movie, this is actually a really absorbing, engaging film. You watch it, and in the final scenes, you're filled with the trepidation! The anxiety! The joy! The triumph! The defeat! The lingering sweetness! The love! The perfection!
Also - so many woobies. So much man comfort.
And -- may I just add -- Tim McGraw and Christian Kane are in it. My feelings on Tim McGraw are mixed, only in as much as my feelings toward his character are very very very mixed. But I was totally unprepared for either of them. I mean, Christian Kane -- blink and you'll miss it. But, I mean. I should be warned about these things, okay?
You'll fall in love with these boys. I mean, in the words of Mike Winchell "I love all y'all!" He's so stoic and quarterbacky! And Boobie is awesome! (I also just like to say Boobie.) And God, Billingsly! *heart* And and and Chavez! And Ivory! *loves it even more*
You know you want to see it if hackthis has already written porn.