September 28, 2003. 10:51 at night.
After a Short Break, I'm Back! Yapping About Alias. What a Gyp.
It's really starting to feel like fall around here. Gone are the viciously sun-drenched days, steeped in heat and sweat. Mornings are foggy and cool now and you can sit outside during your lunchbreak in your work clothes and not keel over from heat exhaustion. The sun sets earlier and earlier, and as the evening falls a haze that comes with the coolness forms and it is one of my most favorite things in the world.
And for some reason, I have these terrible allergies that have popped out of nowhere. Starting on Thursday night I have been sneezing and stuffy and it is truly quite miserable. It didn't occur to me that all this congestion nonsense was due to some sort of allergy until, like, last night. I just chalked it all up to general weirdness but then it dawned on me. Maybe it's something in the air. Maybe I should close all these windows. Maybe I should buy some Claritin. This cold medicine is fucking me up too much. But it sure is nice to not sneeze.
The litmus test for the new television season aired tonight. Alias, that is. Seeing as how the show un-jumped the shark with last season's finale, there was a lot of pressure (from this household, at least) for the new season to really deliver the goods. Did it? Let's see. Agent Sean -- present. That's enough for me! Way to go new season!
Okay, okay, I must admit that it was pretty cool to see Jack in prison with a Fidel Castro beard. And Agent Meghan is back (pregant, no less) which was quite a surprise, although I think she should hook up with Agent Sean just for old time's sake. Dixon as boss, pretty cool. Married Vaughn -- let's just say it'd be much more exciting if his line when meeting up with Sydney had been "During the two years you were gone, something happened...I went through a lifestyle change. Meet my new domestic partner, Will." But nooo...instead, Will's nowhere to be found. Kinda weak that Vaughn says he survived the fire at Sydney's house, only for him NOT to return to the series as a regular. He might as well have died when Evil Francie carved him up like a Thanksgiving turkey and dumped his body in the tub, or at the very least died during the fire while apparently taking a bath. And then there's Sydney herself, who has pretty much gone crazy. All this screaming at people and being all pissed at Vaughn for not realizing that DUH of course she's alive, she don't give a shit if there's a body with DNA evidence.
What kind of un-did the un-shark jumping for the series, though, was Sloane as a reformed madman hell-bent on world domination. Head of a charitable organization? Ha. Sure, he'll probably turn out to still be hell-bent on world domination (you don't just give up that kind of lifestyle, you know) but I think they went just a little too far to make Sydney's new world seem that much more crazy.
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