Category: Oops

I forgot to categorize this

Opps!

That’s how I spelled “oops” for many years.  I recently came across it again when reading a self-published book, and had to laugh.  The book has hundreds of errors, including my #1 pet peeve, then for than.  But in this case the author also consistently uses than for then.  And for added measure, the notorious effect when she meant affect.  It’s obvious she’s not a great grammarian because she also misused apostrophes and commas ad nauseam.  Apparently she had no beta readers.

Anyway, all that is a prologue to say that “Oops, I forgot to post on Sunday.”  As for Saturday, I didn’t forget.  I knew I missed the day.

So, three.  Three days of consecutive blog posts.  I suppose the next goal is four consecutive days.

Forgotten Sundays

This week’s Sunday Seven has been interrupted by a cut of unknown origin on the index finger of my right hand.  The bandage makes typing annoying; and since I can’t feel the little nub on the J key, I find I’m writing entire phrases wuth ny rught gabd ibe jet iver,  Very annoying.

Plus, I can’t think of anything to write about.

Speaking of forgotten Sundays, I woke last Sunday morning having not finished my Seven Favorite Outlander Season 3 Episodes post.  I thought about taking the easy way out and saying “This week’s Sunday Seven is usurped by the Super Bowl.”  Imagine my surprise when I discovered the Super Bowl was Feb 4, not Feb 11!  In my defense, I was without cable for two weeks.  And when the cable was restored, I discovered I had no patience for television.  (That affliction has since abated somewhat.)  And apparently, I didn’t go anywhere because the only time I listen to the news is when I’m in the car.  Talk about media blackout!

Sorry, Natalie. 😥  (But not sorry, Philadelphia.)

 

Waiting for Next Week: Outlander 311

Yet another “I don’t really care” episode for me.  Which means, I’m not particularly motivated to write about it.  When then means the post will likely be really late.   But let’s get to it.

Uncharted, Episode 311

1.  Run Stumble through the jungle

The first 15 minutes or so was Claire stumbling through the jungle, encountering all sorts of problems; no food, no water, sun, snakes, fire, ants, fire ants.  I hate these kinds of survival storylines. Probably because we know the star of the show isn’t going to die, so it’s just tedium to get through.  Regardless of how terrific the actor is.  And Caitriona Balfe is truly terrific.

(I remember an episode of Magnum, P.I. where Thomas was lost and disoriented in the ocean.  It turned out to be a great episode, mostly because through flashbacks we learned so much about his background.  But it took a long time before I could watch the episode in its entirety.)

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The Sobfest That Is Outlander 310

“Heaven and Earth” had its problems, but the good far outweighed the bad.  Added bonus: I bawled my eyes out. Granted, while bawling isn’t necessarily an enjoyable experience, it shows how the episode pulled me in and made me feel part of the story.

So let’s get to it.

Heaven and Earth, Episode 310

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Seven Lonely Outlander Opinions

It took me two false starts (and many false starts on the blog post) before I could settle in and watch “The Doldrums” in its entirety.  It was jarring; it didn’t feel like Outlander.

People watch Outlander for many reasons.  It pulled me in with its epic love story.  It kept me interested in fabulous secondary characters and the talented actors who portrayed them. But the essence of the show, the Scottish Highlands, is now gone.  I didn’t realize how much I’d come to love it until it was taken away.

So why are these opinions lonely?  Because many of them are most likely unpopular.

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Seven Late-ish Thoughts about Outlander 307

Sorry I’m late.  I had a very lengthy post written about all the action that took place in “Crème de Menthe,” (had a hard time limiting it to just seven!) but you find can synopses of the episode many other places.  I’m just here to express my not-always-popular opinions. So here goes:

Crème de Menthe, Episode 307

1. What’s to dislike?

According to Megan from Loinlander, there were a lot of complaints from book fans that the episode didn’t exactly follow the events portrayed in Voyager.  That’s a good thing.  I actually skipped over the chapters immediately following Claire and Jamie’s reunion, because it felt like a French farce.  So many things happening at once, so much misunderstanding, so many interruptions. So no complaint here.  Except maybe for Jamie.  (See #6 below.)

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Supernatural: No Rest for the… Taxi Driver

Only two Supernatural episodes this week.  Tuesday on TNT was dedicated to a Rizzoli and Isles pre-season premiere marathon.  And the CW is once again showing Cult on Fridays. It should feel like a vacation, but this week’s episodes were pretty heavy, significant ones.

No Rest for the Wicked (316)

This episode gets 4 starsSeason finale means “Carry On, My Wayward Son” by Kansas.  Always a nice way to start the show.  It also means “Written by Eric Kripke” and “Directed by Kim Manners.”  Oh yeah, and for season 3, we’re left with the most frustrating cliffhanger ever!

Dean and Sam prepare to take on Lilith in hopes of saving Dean from hell.
The Winchester way? Silent and stoic.

The whole season has been building up to Dean’s date with destiny, hellhounds, etc, and here it is.  Sam tells Dean at the beginning of the episode he’s not going to let Dean go to hell.  But, like so many Winchester promises, he fails.

Ruby’s comments to Sam turn out to be much more prophetic than we ever could have thought possible at the time.  She tells him his demonic psychic powers are dormant, not gone; that she can help train him to use them; and he is the only one who can stop Lilith.  Of course, she fails to mention it involves drinking demon blood, and that killing Lilith also signals the beginning of the apocalypse.  (But then, Dean hasn’t broken the fist seal to set the wheels in motion yet.)

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