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Sep. 19th, 2009 10:09 pmFaced with a choice between going to bed in order to not be exhausted by the time the Sunday evening service rolls around, and watching yet another episode of the Unit, I chose the Unit.
I'm sure I will regret this tomorrow, but for now: bring on Jonas Blane, kicking ass and taking names; awesome Molly and Kim and frakked-up Tiffy; hot men with guns; and large quantities of Bob Brown, who has achieved the impossible - making me take someone named Bob seriously. (That man's eyes kill me dead every time, people. Scott Foley should be illegal.*)
* also, that's Jennifer Garner's ex? How was it, despite having the fact that they met on the set of Felicity tucked into the depths of my brain, I have spent the last few years convinced that he was a swimmer? I don't even know.
I'm sure I will regret this tomorrow, but for now: bring on Jonas Blane, kicking ass and taking names; awesome Molly and Kim and frakked-up Tiffy; hot men with guns; and large quantities of Bob Brown, who has achieved the impossible - making me take someone named Bob seriously. (That man's eyes kill me dead every time, people. Scott Foley should be illegal.*)
* also, that's Jennifer Garner's ex? How was it, despite having the fact that they met on the set of Felicity tucked into the depths of my brain, I have spent the last few years convinced that he was a swimmer? I don't even know.
