Foul-Mouthed Tart

I'm watching reruns of Moonlight on Chiller.  This really was badly done, but yet I'm still watching it.  And eating Wendy's.

Alex O'Whatever can't seem to get a series to last, can he?

I love this commercial. These two crack me up, and that is why I watch Psych. I also have this song stuck in my head. Damn earworm! And so, I share.

HE HAS ONE HAND.

ONE MOTHERFUCKING HAND.

HE SHOULD NOT BE THIS DIFFICULT TO SUBDUE.

Okay, I really don't like the show all that much, and there are a host of issues relating to John, his wives, his thousand children, SEKRIT NATIVE MAJICK, blah, blah, blah.

BUT.

Where is the fic?  Specifically, fic centered on Omar and his complex relationship with his father?  Or fic about his other children?

C'mon, people.  Hook me up.

I want to bone Papa Winchester.

That is all.

Because my friends are relentless tv whores, I've spent the weekend watching new (to me) tv.  I watched the entire first season of Dexter, and am now working my way through the first season of Supernatural.

I mean, neither shows are Bones, but I'm enjoying them.

Dexter is SO FUCKED UP and yet it makes me laugh.  mercy, is there a second season?  There is also a serious mental disconnect when watching Darla as a housefrau.

Supernatural is right up my alley, what with the things that go bump in the night and all.  However, NEEDS MOAR WOMEN.  I get the draw of the double slash/incest whammy, but it is still kind of ick.