...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

Do you guys know why the 4400 is better than pretty much every sci-fi/fantasy/horror show ever? It's not because it has Billy Campbell bringing heaven to earth (if the suckfest that was Shark proved anything, it is that not even Billy Campbell can rescue a show that is otherwise dire) or because there's a character whose ability is the power to make shockingly poor B-movie conspiracy thrillers, or even because Joel Gresch is a marvellous actor who really hasn't been given the praise he deserves in previous posts because I'm shallow and would rather talk about how beautiful and earnest his character is. No, the 4400 is better than it's peers because it has never, ever had an episode about bugs.

I hate bugs. I would rather face hoardes of ravening zombies in a nuclear wasteland than see some bugs. And that sucks because, from Buffy to the X-Files via Smallville and Stargate and Supernatural, in every sci-fi-ish show in the whole history of recorded time, there's always an episode about bugs somewhere. Even Heroes did it with that whole Mohinderspider thing - and really, way to take a character whose only positive attribute is his pretty face - not to mention, one of only a few really attractive actors left by that point - and totally wreck it for everyone. Stupid Mohinder. Stupid show.

Anyway, the point of this post is that I just finished watching Fear Itself, and I was so relieved that I didn't have to deal with anyone's arachnophobia coming to glaring CGI life on my TV screen that I forgot about the bit at the start where the dude gets attacked by clowns. And now I'm having a total "can't sleep, clown will eat me" moment and I'm trying to distract myself and it's totally not working.

Damn it. I am going to make a hot chocolate and then sit up working on my Marked!Jordan/Shawn smutfic and try not to think about clowns with mouths full of yellowed, needle-sharp teeth and long, jagged fingernails tearing at my flesh OH GOD!

So, you know that episode of the Simpsons where Homer is watching Twin Peaks at the start and every now and then he laughs and is like, "I have absolutely no idea what's going on"? That's my life today.

First of all I got called in to do an early morning four-hour shift at work. Of course, I need the money to buy Alexander (oh sweet, sweet Colin Farrell, you shall be mine in all your mini-skirt-wearing, eyeliner'd, Jared Leto-snogging glory), so a little overtime is more than welcome, but it did mean my internal clock was wonky for the rest of the day.

So I came home, and the landlord has been 'round to put damp seal on the bathroom walls and ceilings. Awesome, because damp walls are gross, but my bathroom is an ensuite and that meant my afternoon nap was more a case of me getting high off delicious fumes and having weird dreams about robot dogs and that one guy from Battlestar Galactica.

So I went for a walk to clear my head, and there's some kind of parade going on in town with floats and people in costumes and by this point I'm thinking that somebody's poisoned my water supply and that I'm locked up in an asylum because it can't possibly be that the whole world has gone fucking batshit insane, and I figure I might as well go and see the Fantastic Four movie and that just proves that I'm crazy because there's no way in Hell I would go and see that when I'm in my right mind.

Only FF is so goddamn crap that I can't possibly be hallucinating, since my hallucinations are always better scripted and acted and basically a lot less tedious, so I figure maybe I'm just having a bad day and I should cut my losses, remember that at least I did get to see Juliam McMahon on the big screen, even if yet again shit was going down with his pretty face and what is up with that, I ask you, and so I go home.

And there is some little French boy sitting on my doorstep reading a comic book.

I have absolutely no idea what's going on.