Cupid Bow Mouth

After the whirlwind of plotty chaos that was episode 3.1, I kinda checked out on this one. It was too much too soon and all at once. That damned reset button that smacked of some unacknowledged retcon. We saw lots more of the plot sledgehammer.

( Had the butterfly not flapped its wings, the trajectory of the system might have been vastly different. )

What I've learned about my viewing habits as they apply to Heroes is that they lose me in the middle. I'm all in love with the opening arc, as characters are introduced and powers are revealed, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE the closing arc, at least from the point where we figure out what this season's destiny entails. Season one had me glued to the TV from about episodes 1 through 9, I lost interest between about 10-16 and re-discovered my devotion from episodes 17-26.

Somehow, watching the characters untwist and identify their course, remember when we went from "Are You on the List" to "Save the Cheerleader, Save the World", kinda leaves me with a little bit of an Ok, So what's next? Of course, we can go back and review and recognize all the foreshadowing, but until we get into the "meat" of the season I am left with a big whoop. Last night was episode 6, so for me, if the pattern holds true, we're hitting that stretch where my interest in the show is going to wane. Last night didn't do a whole lot to convince me otherwise.


( (Spoilers for Heroes through episode 2.6, The Line) )

Ho, yay! TV! Spoilers behind the cut tags!

Drive 1.4

Well, I'm still interested, although I have a suspicious feeling that it has more to do with the fact that I get to see Nathan Fillion on my TV every week than it has to do with the speed packed, mystery organization, ensemble action-drama that's unfolding on the screen.

You can't have everything.

( No Turning Back )


Heroes 1.19

Unlike Drive, I continue to be in love with this show for reasons other than the shininess of Nathan Fillion. In fact, I am in love with the show's overall shininess. It's morally ambiguous characters, the clichés, Hiro's awesome superhero glee, Claire's angst, and Peter's Pollyanna attitude. I just love it.

( .07% )

Today's poem is by Stellabelle, a mighty fine writer and an all around amazing person. I wanted to put up a different poem, but I couldn't find my copy of the London doc. that it was printed in. It's buried somewhere under my tax returns, I think.

To Cigarettes
Nicole Hefner

Truth, I said, truth,
even though I loved lying.
No, P. said, screw you,
you’ve got to dare.
Whatever, I said,
and you were in my mouth,
out behind the Steak & Ale,
under the red eaves,
over the hot cement, oily puddles.
You were in my mouth,
and P. said,
It gets better,
and maybe I thought
she was talking about life
or algebra or figuring
out tampons or kissing
with our eyes closed.
It gets better,
she said, and I didn’t
know she meant you—
how you would become
my morning, my
afternoon, my just one more,
my with a coffee,
with a beer, my
after heartbreak, after cheesecake.
You took me over, baby.
Came a long way, baby.
Took my breath away, baby,
and when I wanted to leave you—
because I never stay—
I had to burn the house down
to lose the smell of you.
Now I stand,
under the Marlboro moon,
cock-eyed, angry and naked,
waiting for a minute
when I don’t want you.