Sometimes, I just don’t feel like jumping into a whole series, you know? It just feels like too much of a commitment to sit down and stick to six or eight or twenty-four episodes, when I could be spending my time brewing elaborate teas and smelling my cats head.
You know, I dunked a lot on Jack at the start of this season.
I just love this article a lot
Throughout this series of articles, it has been quite easy picking the worst of what The X-Files has to offer, and season six is no different. Going through the episode list, past the many classics and the many just-good-enough episodes, there is one that takes the prize above all else: the killer dog debacle that is Alpha. And I’m not just saying that because my little dog-hating cat has a claw to my throat.
Ghost, ghouls, and generational trauma!
How are you all doing? Would you like a cup of tea? Pet my cat’s little head? Here, let me get you a blanket. You look cold. Or maybe that’s just the icy stare I’m giving the next episode of Lost I have to recap. Who knows?
We’re back! It’s hard to believe that, the last time I wrote about a John Locke-specific episode, it was still relevant to actually tell people to wash their hands instead of just assuming they’d scrubbed them down to the bone already – three months in lockdown, three months of Lostdown, and I have Entirely lost (heh) my mind.
This is a Gerard Butler stan account now
Let’s talk a little about mysticism.
The Cutprice Guignol 