#3a8

Cyndy: Visionary: tale of two unreliable narrators

gah! (arrow to the throat)

C: Note v-neck Henley with cleavage on Cora. ;)

Another henley!

C: I still keep waiting for him to start yelling at Starbuck.

C: My BSG fandom takes precedence over all others.

So what’s up with the veiny? Do we know yet?

C: Oh, you see that when they take pain.

Oh, okay, I didn’t notice it in the ER.

C: Dear actress playing Paige: THAT IS NOT HOW YOU PLAY CELLO.

It’s like a herd of flannel. A waxed herd of flannel.

Don’t look at the cello, Cyndy.

C: This drives me nuts. They can't take five minutes and teach them how to put your damn FINGERS on the strings??

C: Please go so I can practice NOT PLAYING THIS AT ALL.

C: I honestly have reached the point where I think Jeff Davis and the writers have NO IDEA how old any of them should be. The non-answers are to avoid more piles of retcon.

“Wait, do we multiply by seven like dogs?”

C: NOT FOR YOUR NON-EXISTENT CELLO PLAYING, GIRLY!

C: LMAO. I'm willing to bet that conversation has been had in the writers' room.

Dogs times healing factor divided by dracula = ….*scribblescribblescribble*

C: Also, how does she not realize he said he can SMELL BLOOD? Unless he is actually Bella Swan, that's not really something people say.

And from last week, I think he’s the only one who can.

C: ::snort:: Then again, the sweat and jizz smell on a bus of high school boys…

That is true. Also athlete’s foot.

THE APEX PREDATOR OF APEX PREDATORS.

OMG, I remember when she was little and on soap operas.

C: Wait… what? Did I miss a soap sighting?

Ha, sorry, I saw Deucalion and that’s all I could think. Oh, that chick was on soaps. Um, crap, I’ll have to think of which one…

C: Young Sheriff Stilinski… hey is that a fade? Was he a Kid 'n Play fan?

He was not a sunblock fan.

Ermagherd, Ave Maria.

C: WHITE MESH. ON ALL THE LACROSSE STICKS. AND AGAIN WITH THE NON-PLAYING.

Lol, I knew you were going to say that.

C: Now you know why I needed a break before this episode. It enraged me.

C: PRODUCT PLACEMENT AGAIN.

LORNA! from Another World. Okay, whew, that was gonna drive me nuts.

C: Ah… not my soaps. I was a CBS girl until 3, when I switched between Guiding Light and GH.

C: Another thing missing from this episode: AN IOTA OF SUBTLETY. The whole thing with an unreliable narrator is that YOU DON'T ALWAYS KNOW IT.

C: AND they messed up Baby Derek's eyes. Tyler Hoechlin has SUCH distinctive eyes. This kid has plain brown. Contacts are too expensive for regular eyes?

I’ve noticed that on other shows before, that the younger versions have the wrong eye color.

C: Deucalion's name has always driven me nuts. That's the damn name of Frankenstein's monster.

And also that was Abe Lincoln.

C: Well, Abe Lincoln was a vampire hunter, so, that works here.

Ooh, I like the mustache--better than just the beard, really.

I don’t know why any animals in fables take anyone across any damn rivers ever.

C: Slo-mo. Also, TOTAL lack of shirtlessness this episode.

But we did get v-neck henley cleavage earlier.

Fifteen in dog years?

C: I have no idea. Trying to figure out a timeline is like trying to decipher the U.S. Dollar against the British Pound. In Sanskrit.

It’s a trap!

Wait, not one of those guys was like, “Huh, he’s going for a valve, that’s weird…”?

C: Again, subtlety is MISSING ENTIRELY FROM THIS EPISODE.

C: THE LACRIMOSA OVER THIS. Honestly. HONESTLY.

The shadow of rain drops on his face…

Did he just turn fake Irish?

C: This whole episode is like using Mjolnir on a thumbtack.

Seriously with the soundtrack. It’s like they want me to laugh at her pain.

C: Oh, and with the accent, I think it's South African, not Irish.

All right. It just popped up hot there for a second.

C: On Deucalion, right?

On Grandpa, right before he stabbed out Deucalion’s eyes (spoiler alert). “A little short-sighted, don’t you know” kind of sound to it.

C: Oh. He has a really odd speech pattern on this show. No idea why.

C: This is the point at which I'm banging my head against the wall until I pass out.

Well, we know who’s *not* playing that cello.