Keep your plotholes to yourself!

So yesterday afternoon I traveled to the Fortress of Feminine Solitude to have a girls' night in. I was doing my best to be a pusher of two of my addictions (LJ and BSG). First I showed M my LJ site and some of the cool stuff you can do. (I doubt this particular addiction is going to happen, at least not until high-speed internet is available at the FoFS--and why isn't it available already? The FoFS is located in a well-populated suburb, so why no DSL?!?) Then we watched "33" for the purposes of research--heehee! (I am actually trying to write a Helo-centric fic right now.) I got M to say "mmmm, Helo" with me when he appeared onscreen.* C came home early in the ep, so she watched it too, with sarcastic comments about what they messed up from the original series. Then I showed M and C part of "Flesh and Bone," so I could explain about the creepy/hot! guy they need to be watching. They agreed that he was creepy/hot! but said they didn't need to borrow my season one DVDs; I should be satisified that I got them hooked on "Lost." (They've now seen all of season one and part of season two.)

M and I went to Pei-Wei for take-out. Yum, why haven't I eaten there before? We came back, P showed up and we watched "Superman Returns." Four women plus Diego the wonder-dog (who no longer qualifies as male, so he doesn't jinx the FoFS... and yeah, I know it's not really solitude with four women, but it's such a cool nickname, and extra-appropriate this time, too).

My shallow, random, mostly non-spoilery thoughts on "Superman Returns."
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