Click for my post on Sam's and Dean's exorcisms:
Season 3: Episode 12 Jus In Bello-The exorcisms followed by Episode 14 Long Distance Call, Deans attempted exorcism
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Volunteering at the Humane Society
I have been volunteering my time at the Huron Valley Humane Society, usually helping with general clean-up. I took my camera in so I could take a picture of a cat that had lost an eye due to some kind of injury, if it was still there. It wasn't. I hope it was adopted, or maybe fostered.
I helped clean the kitty cages.
This particular kitten was so rambunctious she gave me a time.
After I changed the towels and newspapers in the cage and had put her back, she proceeded to shred the papers and make a complete mess of the cage.
I had to hold her while I changed everything because she kept climbing all over the door and trying to get out.
In the meantime, the other people cleaning the other cages had left a door open & another kitten had escaped and was trying to make a break for it out the nearby door. I went chasing after it still holding the kitten I had. Fortunately, the escaped kitty was so tiny (s)he couldn't go fast enough so I scooped her up in my other hand before she got all the way out the door & outside
As for the rambunctious kitty, shortly after she tore up the inside of the cage, someone else tried putting new stuff in again, but she still tore it all up. Then they tried putting her in another cage thiinking she just wanted to play. They all hissed at each other. So it was back into her cage by herself. A few hours later, the kitten had worn herself out, so I replaced everything again. Naturally, she started getting revved up again, but not to the extent as this morning.
I also took a couple pictures of a couple dogs there, too:
I didn't realize I had gotten this picture until I went to upload them:
I helped clean the kitty cages.
This particular kitten was so rambunctious she gave me a time.
After I changed the towels and newspapers in the cage and had put her back, she proceeded to shred the papers and make a complete mess of the cage.
I had to hold her while I changed everything because she kept climbing all over the door and trying to get out.
In the meantime, the other people cleaning the other cages had left a door open & another kitten had escaped and was trying to make a break for it out the nearby door. I went chasing after it still holding the kitten I had. Fortunately, the escaped kitty was so tiny (s)he couldn't go fast enough so I scooped her up in my other hand before she got all the way out the door & outside
As for the rambunctious kitty, shortly after she tore up the inside of the cage, someone else tried putting new stuff in again, but she still tore it all up. Then they tried putting her in another cage thiinking she just wanted to play. They all hissed at each other. So it was back into her cage by herself. A few hours later, the kitten had worn herself out, so I replaced everything again. Naturally, she started getting revved up again, but not to the extent as this morning.
I also took a couple pictures of a couple dogs there, too:
I didn't realize I had gotten this picture until I went to upload them:
Friday, August 29, 2008
A Weird Supernatural Dream
I had another Supernatural dream last night.
I knew Sam and Dean from a previous case. They had saved my life when some nutjob was going around hacking into people's blogs and making lists of things people are scared of, then the nutjob would kill people via the things on the lists. I was a computer expert and I was next but SamnDean saved me.
Anyhoo, in this dream, I went to investigate weird goings on in a tiny town. I forget how I came to know about it. But people were disappearing and reappearing. I called Sam on his cell phone and asked them to meet me in the town, except I only got his voice mail and left a message.
I was walking around and noticed that everyone had again disappeared. It was like a ghost town. Then I was just watching like on TV Sam & Dean's scenes. They were driving around looking for me, but couldn't find me. Dean wondered if Sam had gotten the name of the town wrong, or I had solved the problem and left. There were people around and they didn't see anything unusual. Sam said something wasn't quite right and while Dean wanted to leave, Sam didn't. So Dean agreed to poke around some more. Then I saw them from my me in the dream POV and walked over to them and started talking. They seemed to not see me at all. I panicked and started yelling, to no avail.
They drove off and went to the sheriff's office and talked to him. He denied that anything was wrong in the town. Said he didn't know anything about people disappearing for lengths at a time and had never seen anyone matching my description. SamnDean left the sheriff and went back to the spot where they were before. It was a big open space with a large pond and powdery light colored dirt, almost like sand but more powdery.
I had pretty much been following them on foot. I started yelling some more while Sam&Dean discussed what to do. Again Dean wanted to leave, Sam wanted to stay, had a feeling something had happened to me and the sheriff was lying. So Dean asked where they should start. They were standing near the car thinking and I was yelling and screaming. I waved my hand in front of Sam's face and yelling. Sam could kind of sense me but he wasn't sure what it was. I was scared and felt like crying. Sam&Dean got back into the car. I jumped on the hood, which they felt, but didn't know what it was. I breathed out on the windshield and formed condensation onto it which Sam&Dean saw. I saw them react. So I breathed again and started writing words onto it before it faded. First I wrote "Help". Sam called out my name asking if it was me. Suddenly I had a towel in my hand and I would wipe the windshield before the next words so it wouldn't get jumbled. The next word I wrote was yes. Sam kept asking me questions and I would try to answer. Dean&Sam got out of the car as I was doing this. Soon I discovered I could write in the powdery dirt and they could see it. Sam asked if I knew what happened to me. Dean thought I must be dead. I somehow knew it was a parallel world which I wrote. They asked if I knew how I got there. I did not. Then I saw the sheriff and someone else approaching me. I wrote sheriff in the dirt, Sam& Dean couldn't see him which meant he was in the parallel world. I wrote that I had to hide. Sam told me they would figure out how to get me back.
The sheriff managed to grab me and drag me away. Then he knocked me unconscious. When I came to, I was handcuffed to a shower curtain rod in a bathroom. I was trying to escape when some people heard me and made me drink from a 9 oz. Old Fashioned shaped plastic cup that had clear liquid in it. Tasted like some kind of alcohol. I passed out and woke up again handcuffed to a bed. The cup with more liquor in it was on a table next to a bed. I found out it was moonshine the sheriff and the rest of the townspeople were making. They discovered that by drinking it they ended up in a parallel world that was supposed to be so much better than the real world because no one knew about it so it was quieter. Except things were getting out of control. They were addicted to the moonshine and to going to the parallel world. They hadn't counted on an outsider passing through and noticing people disappearing, nor did they realize that someone would call me. When I snooped around they thought they could get rid of me by forcing me to drink the moonshine and thought I would disappear forever. They had assumed that I was never able to make contact with Sam&Dean. I managed to get myself free and had decided to find where the moonshine still was. In the meantime, Sam&Dean were still trying to figure out how I'd gotten to the parallel world. They didn't yet know about the moonshine.
They went back to the sheriff's to snoop around while he was gone (looking for me) when they found the recipe for the moonshine. Sam looked at it and commented that some of the ingredients were pretty potent stuff and used by earlier Native Americans because they thought they could control their future or some such thing.
They found a small bottle of it & drank some of it and ended up in the parallel world and went looking for me. They found a house where the rest of the townspeople were gathered and went in armed and demanded to know where I was. The people lied to Sam&Dean and said I went to the pond to drown myself. They lied and said I was permanently stuck in the world and didn't want to live like that.
They rushed to the pond. but couldn't find me because I was at the warehouse where the moonshine was being made and I planned to blow it up. Except I thought I was going to have to blow myself up, too. Somehow Sam&Dean found me and Sam pleaded with me to not kill myself. He told me that he cared about me more than he would ever be able to show and that he wanted us to be friends forever because the three of us needed each other. They needed me for my computer skills, I needed them to investigate cases like this one.
They wired the explosives I had so that it could be planted inside the building yet we had time to get out. Then the townspeople were coming after us and Dean blew up the building when I woke up.
I knew Sam and Dean from a previous case. They had saved my life when some nutjob was going around hacking into people's blogs and making lists of things people are scared of, then the nutjob would kill people via the things on the lists. I was a computer expert and I was next but SamnDean saved me.
Anyhoo, in this dream, I went to investigate weird goings on in a tiny town. I forget how I came to know about it. But people were disappearing and reappearing. I called Sam on his cell phone and asked them to meet me in the town, except I only got his voice mail and left a message.
I was walking around and noticed that everyone had again disappeared. It was like a ghost town. Then I was just watching like on TV Sam & Dean's scenes. They were driving around looking for me, but couldn't find me. Dean wondered if Sam had gotten the name of the town wrong, or I had solved the problem and left. There were people around and they didn't see anything unusual. Sam said something wasn't quite right and while Dean wanted to leave, Sam didn't. So Dean agreed to poke around some more. Then I saw them from my me in the dream POV and walked over to them and started talking. They seemed to not see me at all. I panicked and started yelling, to no avail.
They drove off and went to the sheriff's office and talked to him. He denied that anything was wrong in the town. Said he didn't know anything about people disappearing for lengths at a time and had never seen anyone matching my description. SamnDean left the sheriff and went back to the spot where they were before. It was a big open space with a large pond and powdery light colored dirt, almost like sand but more powdery.
I had pretty much been following them on foot. I started yelling some more while Sam&Dean discussed what to do. Again Dean wanted to leave, Sam wanted to stay, had a feeling something had happened to me and the sheriff was lying. So Dean asked where they should start. They were standing near the car thinking and I was yelling and screaming. I waved my hand in front of Sam's face and yelling. Sam could kind of sense me but he wasn't sure what it was. I was scared and felt like crying. Sam&Dean got back into the car. I jumped on the hood, which they felt, but didn't know what it was. I breathed out on the windshield and formed condensation onto it which Sam&Dean saw. I saw them react. So I breathed again and started writing words onto it before it faded. First I wrote "Help". Sam called out my name asking if it was me. Suddenly I had a towel in my hand and I would wipe the windshield before the next words so it wouldn't get jumbled. The next word I wrote was yes. Sam kept asking me questions and I would try to answer. Dean&Sam got out of the car as I was doing this. Soon I discovered I could write in the powdery dirt and they could see it. Sam asked if I knew what happened to me. Dean thought I must be dead. I somehow knew it was a parallel world which I wrote. They asked if I knew how I got there. I did not. Then I saw the sheriff and someone else approaching me. I wrote sheriff in the dirt, Sam& Dean couldn't see him which meant he was in the parallel world. I wrote that I had to hide. Sam told me they would figure out how to get me back.
The sheriff managed to grab me and drag me away. Then he knocked me unconscious. When I came to, I was handcuffed to a shower curtain rod in a bathroom. I was trying to escape when some people heard me and made me drink from a 9 oz. Old Fashioned shaped plastic cup that had clear liquid in it. Tasted like some kind of alcohol. I passed out and woke up again handcuffed to a bed. The cup with more liquor in it was on a table next to a bed. I found out it was moonshine the sheriff and the rest of the townspeople were making. They discovered that by drinking it they ended up in a parallel world that was supposed to be so much better than the real world because no one knew about it so it was quieter. Except things were getting out of control. They were addicted to the moonshine and to going to the parallel world. They hadn't counted on an outsider passing through and noticing people disappearing, nor did they realize that someone would call me. When I snooped around they thought they could get rid of me by forcing me to drink the moonshine and thought I would disappear forever. They had assumed that I was never able to make contact with Sam&Dean. I managed to get myself free and had decided to find where the moonshine still was. In the meantime, Sam&Dean were still trying to figure out how I'd gotten to the parallel world. They didn't yet know about the moonshine.
They went back to the sheriff's to snoop around while he was gone (looking for me) when they found the recipe for the moonshine. Sam looked at it and commented that some of the ingredients were pretty potent stuff and used by earlier Native Americans because they thought they could control their future or some such thing.
They found a small bottle of it & drank some of it and ended up in the parallel world and went looking for me. They found a house where the rest of the townspeople were gathered and went in armed and demanded to know where I was. The people lied to Sam&Dean and said I went to the pond to drown myself. They lied and said I was permanently stuck in the world and didn't want to live like that.
They rushed to the pond. but couldn't find me because I was at the warehouse where the moonshine was being made and I planned to blow it up. Except I thought I was going to have to blow myself up, too. Somehow Sam&Dean found me and Sam pleaded with me to not kill myself. He told me that he cared about me more than he would ever be able to show and that he wanted us to be friends forever because the three of us needed each other. They needed me for my computer skills, I needed them to investigate cases like this one.
They wired the explosives I had so that it could be planted inside the building yet we had time to get out. Then the townspeople were coming after us and Dean blew up the building when I woke up.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Give Life
I gave blood today. Pulse rate 62, BP 98/60, temp 98.4. I told her she would have to "spin" my blood because it usually sinks. She told me they don't do that anymore. Now they check the iron when they check the hemoglobin. One needs a minimum "rating" of 12.5 in order to donate. Mine was 14. I don't know what that all means & I could probably google it, but since I "passed", well, whatever. I saved 3 lives today so that is what counts.
Then, later, I had this creepy vision of Eric Kripke making a Supernatural episode where people donate blood then, that night while they are sleeping, the vein that was used opens up and the donor bleeds to death in his or her sleep. Because Kripke has made me afraid of so many other things, why not that too. *headdesk*. Lol.
But then I fell asleep this afternoon. And nothing happened. I'm still here. Mwahahahaha. You're evil, Kripke, but you won't stop making me donate blood!
Then, later, I had this creepy vision of Eric Kripke making a Supernatural episode where people donate blood then, that night while they are sleeping, the vein that was used opens up and the donor bleeds to death in his or her sleep. Because Kripke has made me afraid of so many other things, why not that too. *headdesk*. Lol.
But then I fell asleep this afternoon. And nothing happened. I'm still here. Mwahahahaha. You're evil, Kripke, but you won't stop making me donate blood!
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Steven Grant 65 pg. interview and 28 pg juror questionaire
I realize it is rather late in the game, but here is a link where you can download the 65 page PDF of Steven Grant's interview
Here is the questionaire the potential jurors had to fill out.
Here is the questionaire the potential jurors had to fill out.
Mayor Kilpatrick Jailed
So Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick is headed for the slammer for violating the terms of his bond by traveling to Canada on July 23.
The opinion is that he only announced that he'd been to Canada because the media found out about it anyway. The judge told him that during all the phone calls he had to make in order to prepare for his trip to Canada, he could have called the appropriate parties to let them know he was going.
He met with the Windsor Mayor to negotiate details on the proposed $75 million sale of Detroit's share of the tunnel.
If you are interested, here is a link where you can download the 65 page PDF text messages between Kilpatrick and Beatty.
The opinion is that he only announced that he'd been to Canada because the media found out about it anyway. The judge told him that during all the phone calls he had to make in order to prepare for his trip to Canada, he could have called the appropriate parties to let them know he was going.
He met with the Windsor Mayor to negotiate details on the proposed $75 million sale of Detroit's share of the tunnel.
If you are interested, here is a link where you can download the 65 page PDF text messages between Kilpatrick and Beatty.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Thoughts on sleep deprivation
I just went 43 hours without sleep. Why, you ask? Because I had no desire to sleep. I was not sleepy. I slept, perhaps 9 hours Friday morning, woke up at 11:00 am and was up and awake until 6:00 am this (Sunday) morning. Then, my brain was losing functionality, so to speak. Very little coherent thoughts at that point. I even had to use a calculator to figure out definitively just how long it had been since I had slept. I had to check it and re-calculate it a few times to make sure I was getting it correct.
Friday night, the time just got away from me. I watched some episodes of Dr. Who online. I have to say my favorite Doctor is, in fact, David Tennant. If The Show does not recast him in 2010, I have to admit I may not be a fan of the show any longer.
Before I knew it, it was 4:30 Saturday morning. I thought about going to bed, but I heard outside all the birds chirping and chattering away and I decided I would probably not get much sleep. They are the same birds, or decedents thereof of the the birds I have heard for the last several years chattering away every single morning from around March or April through the summer at the crack of dawn.
Last night/early this morning was essentially the same. Sometime after midnight I thought I should really go to bed, but then I remembered that the newest episode of Dr. Who, Midnight, had aired. I don't have cable or satellite TV so I can't watch it when it is on. But I did a video search and found someone had uploaded it and I watched it. It was a powerful, thought provoking episode. Well, generally they all are, but this one in particular was even more so.
I, for one, have rarely been much of a talker. I am perfectly content to sit in silence even in the presence of other people. I don't initiate conversations, but I will engage in them when addressed, but I generally prefer to listen to others talk, but even then I have limits. Some people just talk too freaking much. Some people talk without really saying anything. I had a couple co-workers just like that. One admitted that she didn't really like silence, needed to keep talking in order to pass the time. After a while my eardrums would start to hurt. She was not around for very long.
Some people do not like silence. They either have to keep talking or keep engaging others in conversation, otherwise, they have to listen to music. I have heard people say they do not like silence.
Ok, I just realized I digressed there. A lot. Perhaps like babbling. You would have to watch the episode to, perhaps, realize why I went off on a tangent.
The point is, I had originally intended to go to bed after watching Midnight, but I found I could not. I contemplated about how too many people dismiss something they do not understand rather than analyze it. Or they only see one side of something and do not attempt to look at all the possibilities. It is really hard to explain. Suffice it to say, I have gotten in numerous arguments, or I have started numerous arguments between other people by playing "devil's advocate" too often.
In the case of the episode, people were willing to kill someone/something because they did not understand it even though it was not dangerous until they themselves began to feed the frenzy.
It always amazes me how one needlessly panicked person can create mass hysteria.
I have also been told that I am dumb, I don't know what I am talking about and my opinion does not count. Yes, it hurts when you are told that, particularly when you think you are making a valid point on something.
Finally, around 5:30 this morning I started feeling the effects of sleep deprivation. I almost did not go to bed again because, again, the birds were already chirping like crazy. But I ultimately decided to give it a go. I slept 7 hours. I believe I had some kind of Dr. Who related dream, but I can not remember it.
In some ways, I have no desire to sleep anymore just yet. In other ways, I want to sleep for several more hours.
I think I will find something to do.
Friday night, the time just got away from me. I watched some episodes of Dr. Who online. I have to say my favorite Doctor is, in fact, David Tennant. If The Show does not recast him in 2010, I have to admit I may not be a fan of the show any longer.
Before I knew it, it was 4:30 Saturday morning. I thought about going to bed, but I heard outside all the birds chirping and chattering away and I decided I would probably not get much sleep. They are the same birds, or decedents thereof of the the birds I have heard for the last several years chattering away every single morning from around March or April through the summer at the crack of dawn.
Last night/early this morning was essentially the same. Sometime after midnight I thought I should really go to bed, but then I remembered that the newest episode of Dr. Who, Midnight, had aired. I don't have cable or satellite TV so I can't watch it when it is on. But I did a video search and found someone had uploaded it and I watched it. It was a powerful, thought provoking episode. Well, generally they all are, but this one in particular was even more so.
I, for one, have rarely been much of a talker. I am perfectly content to sit in silence even in the presence of other people. I don't initiate conversations, but I will engage in them when addressed, but I generally prefer to listen to others talk, but even then I have limits. Some people just talk too freaking much. Some people talk without really saying anything. I had a couple co-workers just like that. One admitted that she didn't really like silence, needed to keep talking in order to pass the time. After a while my eardrums would start to hurt. She was not around for very long.
Some people do not like silence. They either have to keep talking or keep engaging others in conversation, otherwise, they have to listen to music. I have heard people say they do not like silence.
Ok, I just realized I digressed there. A lot. Perhaps like babbling. You would have to watch the episode to, perhaps, realize why I went off on a tangent.
The point is, I had originally intended to go to bed after watching Midnight, but I found I could not. I contemplated about how too many people dismiss something they do not understand rather than analyze it. Or they only see one side of something and do not attempt to look at all the possibilities. It is really hard to explain. Suffice it to say, I have gotten in numerous arguments, or I have started numerous arguments between other people by playing "devil's advocate" too often.
In the case of the episode, people were willing to kill someone/something because they did not understand it even though it was not dangerous until they themselves began to feed the frenzy.
It always amazes me how one needlessly panicked person can create mass hysteria.
I have also been told that I am dumb, I don't know what I am talking about and my opinion does not count. Yes, it hurts when you are told that, particularly when you think you are making a valid point on something.
Finally, around 5:30 this morning I started feeling the effects of sleep deprivation. I almost did not go to bed again because, again, the birds were already chirping like crazy. But I ultimately decided to give it a go. I slept 7 hours. I believe I had some kind of Dr. Who related dream, but I can not remember it.
In some ways, I have no desire to sleep anymore just yet. In other ways, I want to sleep for several more hours.
I think I will find something to do.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Supernatural 3x16 No Rest for the Wicked
I am still reeling from the season finale.
Bobby totally rocked:
Bobby: Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?
Sam: No Bobby, of course not.
Dean: This is about me. And Sam. This isn't your fight.
Bobby: The hell it isn't. Family don't end with blood, boy. Besides, you need me.
Dean: Bobby...
Bobby: You're playing wounded. Tell me. How many hallucinations have you had so far?
Dean: How'd you know?
Bobby: Because I know what happens when you got hellhounds on your butt. And because I'm smart. I'll follow. Don't be stoppin' to pee every ten minutes, either.
Sam: So, what, now you're seeing Demons?
Dean: I've been seeing all kinds of things lately, but nothing like this.
Bobby: Actually it's not all that crazy.
Dean: How's it not that crazy!?
Bobby: Well, you've got, what, just over 5 hours to go. You're piercing the veil, Dean. You're glimpsing the B-side.
Dean: A little less new age-y, please.
Bobby: You're almost Hell's bitch. So? You can see Hell's other bitches.
Dean. Thank you.
Sam: Well, it'll actually come in pretty handy.
Dean: Glad my doomed soul's good for something.
We had the boys singing.
Sam: Hey Dean, if this doesn't go the we want, I just want you to know that...
Dean: No, no, no, no, no.
Sam: No what?
Dean: You're not gonna bust out the misty good-bye speech, ok? I mean if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward. You know what I do want...*turns on the car radio to Bon Jovi's Wanted Dead or Alive*
Sam: Bon Jovi?
Dean: Bon Jovi rocks...on occasion.
{Back in Born Under a Bad Sign, Sam disappears. Dean finds him in a motel: "You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan."}
{Dean is more a fan of Metallica, AC/DC, probably Van Halen, Led Zeppelin...}
Dean proceeds to sing and has Sam join in. It made me sad.
Then the heartbreaking stuff:
Sam: I'm not gonna let you go to Hell!
Dean: Yes you are! Yes you are. I'm sorry. I mean this is all my fault. I know that. But what you're doing, it's not going to save me. It's only going to kill you.
Sam: Then, what am I supposed to do?
Dean: Keep fighting. Take care of my wheels. Sam, remember what Dad taught you. Remember what I taught you.
Suffice it to say, Kripke, you are an evil, evil man. You left us with Sam crying over Dean's body torn and bloody from the Hellhounds, then Dean in Hell, or his own Hell, or Purgatory hanging from meat hooks screaming Sam's name.
And have a fun summer...
And then there is Dean: Why don't we just make a T.J. run, ya know, some senioritas, cervezas, we could...what's spanish for donkey show?
Sam: So if we do save you, let's never do that.
Oh Dean, you perverted individual, you.
I'll be spending the summer sitting in a corner rocking back and forth humming Metallica.
Here is the song at the beginning montage of the episode:
The original song Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas (and lyrics):
(Kerry Livgren)
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin',
I can hear them say
(Chorus)
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely
means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but
I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry
Don't you cry no more
Screencaps from oxoniensis
Bobby totally rocked:
Bobby: Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?
Sam: No Bobby, of course not.
Dean: This is about me. And Sam. This isn't your fight.
Bobby: The hell it isn't. Family don't end with blood, boy. Besides, you need me.
Dean: Bobby...
Bobby: You're playing wounded. Tell me. How many hallucinations have you had so far?
Dean: How'd you know?
Bobby: Because I know what happens when you got hellhounds on your butt. And because I'm smart. I'll follow. Don't be stoppin' to pee every ten minutes, either.
Sam: So, what, now you're seeing Demons?
Dean: I've been seeing all kinds of things lately, but nothing like this.
Bobby: Actually it's not all that crazy.
Dean: How's it not that crazy!?
Bobby: Well, you've got, what, just over 5 hours to go. You're piercing the veil, Dean. You're glimpsing the B-side.
Dean: A little less new age-y, please.
Bobby: You're almost Hell's bitch. So? You can see Hell's other bitches.
Dean. Thank you.
Sam: Well, it'll actually come in pretty handy.
Dean: Glad my doomed soul's good for something.
We had the boys singing.
Sam: Hey Dean, if this doesn't go the we want, I just want you to know that...
Dean: No, no, no, no, no.
Sam: No what?
Dean: You're not gonna bust out the misty good-bye speech, ok? I mean if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward. You know what I do want...*turns on the car radio to Bon Jovi's Wanted Dead or Alive*
Sam: Bon Jovi?
Dean: Bon Jovi rocks...on occasion.
{Back in Born Under a Bad Sign, Sam disappears. Dean finds him in a motel: "You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan."}
{Dean is more a fan of Metallica, AC/DC, probably Van Halen, Led Zeppelin...}
Dean proceeds to sing and has Sam join in. It made me sad.
Then the heartbreaking stuff:
Sam: I'm not gonna let you go to Hell!
Dean: Yes you are! Yes you are. I'm sorry. I mean this is all my fault. I know that. But what you're doing, it's not going to save me. It's only going to kill you.
Sam: Then, what am I supposed to do?
Dean: Keep fighting. Take care of my wheels. Sam, remember what Dad taught you. Remember what I taught you.
Suffice it to say, Kripke, you are an evil, evil man. You left us with Sam crying over Dean's body torn and bloody from the Hellhounds, then Dean in Hell, or his own Hell, or Purgatory hanging from meat hooks screaming Sam's name.
And have a fun summer...
And then there is Dean: Why don't we just make a T.J. run, ya know, some senioritas, cervezas, we could...what's spanish for donkey show?
Sam: So if we do save you, let's never do that.
Oh Dean, you perverted individual, you.
I'll be spending the summer sitting in a corner rocking back and forth humming Metallica.
Here is the song at the beginning montage of the episode:
The original song Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas (and lyrics):
(Kerry Livgren)
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin',
I can hear them say
(Chorus)
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely
means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but
I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry
Don't you cry no more
Screencaps from oxoniensis
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Tesla Coils at Penguicon
I went to Penguicon this past weekend and had a lot of fun.
The twin singing Tesla Coils were there. Here is one of the videos I took:
Here are the rest of them.
The twin singing Tesla Coils were there. Here is one of the videos I took:
Here are the rest of them.
Monday, April 21, 2008
I love this song
Metallica
• Wherever I May Roam
(Hetfield/Ulrich)
…And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need
…And with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will
But I'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll redefine anywhere
Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home
…And the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I've grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one
...And my ties are severed clean
The less I have, the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign
Rover, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will
But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll never mind anywhere
Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home
But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind
And I'll take my find anywhere
Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home
Carved upon my stone
My body lie, but still I roam
Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam
Wherever I may roam
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