I'm watching a BBC miniseries on line, set in the 19th century. You know you've watched too many when the following occurs:
BBC Proper Lady in a Bonnet to a scurrilous dude: "You are not a gentleman!"
Me yelling at the screen: "Damn, you just got told, bitch!"
I don't know if this is better or worse than how I treat Law & Order like a sporting event, kibitzing the arguing attorneys:
"Objection, relevance?"
"Objection, your Honor. Badgering the witness."
I take a great deal of pride in usually beating Jack McCoy to the punch on those calls.
I now return myself to my regularly scheduled idiocy.
ETA:
What it's like to be in the room when I watch this stuff.
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| Romantically galloping on horseback to catch his girl?!?!?! |
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| This is the actual pose I was in for half the show. I know because I saw my reflection in the monitor and was agahst. Also, you wouldn't believe how freakin long it took to find an appropriate image online. Thanks, Jeremy Renner. |
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