Food Eats People.

I have been watching a little Avatar: The Last Airbender (or Avatar: The Legend of Aang, as it is inexplicably called here in the UK) lately, and Sokka is a bit great, isn't he? And I'm very impressed by the complexity of the antagonists; that's not something you see often in what is essentially a children's cartoon. Of course, the problem is that Prison Break is my love of the moment, and so when I'm watching Avatar I'm wondering how the characters would get along in Fox River, and that's just not going to end well for anyone. Sokka and Sucre could actually get along wonderfully well (just imagine it!), but I really don't want to let T-Bag anywhere near Katara. (Katara/Scofield: wrong, or so right? ...yes, all right, it's wrong. BUT I AM WEIRDLY INTRIGUED BY THE THOUGHT ANYWAY.)


Speaking of giant mechanical spiders: yesterday, I received a box from America containing a bag of Pokémon figurines (hee!) and a letter.

The letter is one hundred and forty sides of A4 long.

I swear that's got to break some sort of record.

It has apparently been in the writing for about nine months and tells the story, illustrated with stick-figures throughout, of how I became trapped in the world of Final Fantasy XI, had adventures with twilit_wanderer's character, briefly encountered the Top Gear trio, got attacked by goblins, nursed unwell chocobos back to health, got knocked out by a winged lion and captured by the undead and eventually escaped.

Seriously, I'm not sure I can ever use the postal service again, because twilit_wanderer just won it. I am completely stunned. Thank you so much; this must have taken you years. Not - not literally, obviously, but still. Years.

(Actually, what this has left me with is the great desire to write mile-long letters detailing the recipients' adventures in the world of Pokémon or something. Or maybe Avatar, when I've watched more and got a feel for the world. Or another Final Fantasy. YOU KNOW IT WOULD BE AWESOME.)

Do You Have Any Idea How Much Fluff I'm Going To Have To Write?

So. I've just watched 'Wash'.

...you gigantic bastards, Prison Break writers.

I swear, nothing makes me shout at the screen as much as Prison Break does. You can see so many horrible things coming, and the worst part is the fact that when you shout 'DON'T DO IT DON'T DO IT' and the horrible thing is somehow averted the aversion invariably leads to an even more horrible thing. Because the writers hate happiness and also me.

Right now, the number of characters in whose survival to the end of the season I am confident? Two. Everyone else seems to be not only fair game but enormously likely to die. Writers, if you could just - if you could spare a couple? For me? You've already murdered at least six characters in whom I was emotionally invested (why do I keep falling in love with Prison Break characters? I know it can never end well) and another three or four whose deaths distressed me enormously because of the impact they had on other characters; surely that's enough?

It's not enough, is it?

Bastards.