Angel 5.11 "Damage" oops P.S.

Why did I think there were guns and Walmart in "Damage"? WTF? I just re-watched it, and, hacksaw thingy, not gun! Duh! Stupid me. But I swear I did see something, something else, with the guns. Someone escaped from prison or a mental hospital or something and went to some store like Walmart and stole some gun(s), I swear. Just not Dana.

Where is my stupid brain?

But re-watching did remind me of one more Andrew funny that I love. "As they say in Mexico ...", and then not being able to remember any Spanish. Terrible. So hilarious. Our sweet boy, trying to be a man and bumbling, yet amazingly suceeding at being a grown-up, standing up the Angel, defying him. Even Angel called him a man, gave in, gave up. Dude. Not manly, but kind of a man, if that makes sense, all while retaining his boyish personality.

Angel 5.12 "You're Welcome"

When this first aired, lots of people really cried at the end. I didn't so much, and now Cordy's farewell seems so inevitable, too inevitable to make the tears come, especially in wake of what happened to Fred. So now I ask, who will be next? How much more before Angel wakes up and realizes he made a very bad decision that is quite responsible for all the heartache?

What a great episode. I imagine future episodes will really examine the important issues forced to the fore here. It really all comes down to Doyle's words, to remembering what it will really take for Angel and Co. to be heroes again, to understand that one cannot fight evil from within. The gang cannot hope to avoid moral bankruptcy while dwelling in the belly of the beast.

Our rat(e)s are low, but our standards are high. When the chips are down, and you're at the end of your rope, you need someone that you can count on. And that's what you'll find here. Someone who will go all the way, who'll protect you no matter what. So don't lose hope. Come on over to our offices and you'll see that there's still heroes in this world.

Glenn Quinn's accent and emotion do the words more justice than just printing them on a page.

On a different note, I really never understood some people's fascination with the gayness that is Angel/Lindsey, but finally now I do understand it. Dear heavens, how could I have missed it?

"Here you go, Sir."

I used to have really short hair and wear really butch clothing. But not anymore. The last time I was called "sir" or was told to get out of the women's bathroom was way over a year ago.

But today the guy at the Dunkin Donuts drive-through (I know, I know, that's my problem right there) called me "Sir". Argh! What the hell? I've never looked less like a "Sir". Hell-o, stupid.

I Washed and Washed Until the Cows Came Home; Then I Washed the Cows

Yes, that was a HUGE pile of dishes. I have not seen such mold in 14 years. Not since the horrible flatmate of 1990 have I smelled such a smell.

Dear self: I promise not to let the dishes get that bad ever again. -Love, me.

P.S. Three hours of washing and washing could have been avoided by spending oh, say, fifteen minutes each day!! LEARN, self. You silly, silly chicken.