I drove to DC and back. Twice. And neither I nor the car is dead!

Ah, yay, this weekend was fun. pixyofthestyx came down from New York and we watched the entire first season of Gargoyles (plus a handful of second season episodes she downloaded onto her laptop), three different Sharpe movies, and she pimped me into Foyle’s War. In repayment, I tried my best to pimp her into Ian Flemming’s Bond books (and Bond/Felix) and cheesy 1970s pulp fantasy. She also got to hear me shriek profanity at DC drivers like a crazed harpy while we tried to navigate around closed streets and people who park their SUVs in the middle of traffic lanes. And I dragged her to the Patuxant River T&E museum, to show off how cute old military fighter jets are (especially A-6s, which have those adorable little nose snorkels refueling probes. And droopy wings that make them look sad).

It was so much fun to be able to watch something with a fellow fangirl again—and to talk to someone about fannish stuff period. Also, Gargoyles is just as much fun as it was when I was eleven, and I still love Xanatos to itty-bitty bits and want Goliath and Elisa to have cute half-human spawnbabies together. Mary Sue spawnbabies with the giant bat wings of one parent and the skin-tone of the other.

Watch that fourth wall; it’s load-bearing.

During one of many long, geeky conversations with pixyofthestyx (but not thegeekiest, as that honour most likely goes to the one on how best to plot an Angel/Gargoyles crossover, and whether DC comics elements should be included), we discussed those stupid canned laugh tracks beloved of television comedy producers and how annoying they are. Which moved me to generate a long, rambling two pages of pseudo-academic babble about it. The following may or may not make some kind of sense:

( Don't you just hate it when the imaginary studio audience laughs at things that aren't funny? )