pain and suffering in various tempos

I may have dreamt this, which, y'know, is possible as we dream things that are all realistic about mundane, everday things, BUT:

I thought I was going through my flist, and someone posted that they regretted shelling out money right away because they saw a cover for a collector's edition S1 DVD on Amazon. I cannot find evidence of this, on my flist, or via google.

... Oh, God, it was a dream, wasn't it?

Bugger.

I'm still doing my weekly big hand-written round up of the show, but I just... I dunno. I don't want to type it out. So...

( a few very short comments, in alphabetical order )

Belated is better than never. Also, there's no way I'm gonna sit there like a dork and take actual notes with a pad of paper and a pen and miss things, just to leave the notes on the paper. Forget THAT.

( YAY FOR MY SHOW )

I just got a phone call from my new boss, Michelle.

I spent a few weeks, after starting, talking about Heroes. She watched the season premiere last week and quite enjoyed it. Then, somehow, inexplicably, copies of the first four discs of season 1 came into her possession over the rest of the week; however, she's not in on Fridays and Saturdays, so the last three discs I left on her desk when I went in on Saturday.

She called me this morning, saying she had a complaint. Now, see, I was very tired and had almost constant migraines last week--my aunt and uncle were away, and one of their dogs, starting on Tuesday night, would get me up about every hour and a half to two hours to go outside. So, essentially, I got no sleep. My heart sinks--what in the hell did I screw up?!

Well, no. She wanted to complain at me because on Friday night, she stayed up all night watching the first four discs of season 1. And then her daughter looked at her after disc four was over, and said "Where's the rest, Mom?"

She's HOOKED.

Now to convert others! BWAH HAH!

Also, kinda sleepy. But mostly, lame. And listless. And bored. So much trouble concentrating.

( motivational poster here; beware 'cest -- but it's not pornographic or anything... )

*flails, runs around in circles, hits wall, falls down*

Heroes season 2 spoilers from Kristin at E!online...

( Cut for the spoilerphobes )

Huh. I never did last week's squee. But last week was a difficult week. So... well. I actually still need to really sit and re-watch last week's, too. Does this make me a bad fangirl? Or does last night's picspam make up for that? Anyway, on with it.

( Frell me dead, I love my show! )
AND THAT'S IT TILL NEXT WEEK OMG IS IT NEXT PETRELLIDAY YET?

OK, I'm being all wanky, I know, but at least I'm doing it in my own journal.

Hayden Panetierre and Milo Ventimiglia have great chemistry. They, like a handful of their co-stars, are the kind of actors who could very potentially also have great chemistry with, y'know, everybody on the show and most of the props and scenery.

And I am not bothered about the related thing. At all. I mean, dammit, people know how I get over Peter/Nathan.

But am I the only one, seriously, bothered by the age thing? By the fact that canonically, she's fifteen (going-on-sixteen, yes, but I distinctly remember Mr Bennet saying she hadn't yet seen her sixteenth birthday), and Peter is canonically twenty-six?

And, y'know, it's not the eleven year gap that bothers me. If she was twenty-five and he was thirty-six, whatevs.

She's a child. Very mature, sure, but she's a kid. He's a grown-up. Maybe, yes, I have some very personal issues wrapped up in this, but it's ... *flails, not in the good way* Are people just sticking their fingers in their ears and going la-la-la-la?