Why don’t you tell the cow about its beautiful eyes?

You’d have thought that I’d’ve learned my lesson about the internet and gorram spoilers by now wouldn’t you? How many years of waiting quasi-patiently for Buffy and Angel and not reading spoilers. Okay so I did on occasion break into SFX’s spoiler zone, and the internet wasn’t as readily available back them, but still.

Was over at Whedonesque and came across a link about the top 10 hours of tv this year, so I did the clicky thing. Wrong move sucker. Ended up reading about the ending of Rome.

Okay, so it wasn’t a big spoiler. Just one little line, about one little thing that happened. And a good thing. But still. We’ve only two episodes to go. Only two. And I’ve been spoiled. Liou coe shway duh biao-tze huh hoe-tze duh bun ur-tze.

Anyways, in other news I managed to spend over 200 quid today. And no real fun stuff. Clothes for work. Boring.

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4 Responses

  1. anne says:

    My, what beautiful eyes you have… ;)

  2. NineMoons says:

    My poor honey. I know, Brutus stabbing Caesar is a shock, but really, you couldn't have him going all god-complex on Rome for much longer, could you?

  3. You should always try to avoid spoilers. I hate them. Your post reminded me of a good episode of the Conan O'Brien show where Triumph the Insult Comedy Dog meets some Star Wars fans prior to Attack of the Clones.

    Triumph: "Don't you think the plot of this movie is a little far-fetched? What you think guys?"

    Fan: "Course not. And we're not allowed to have spoilers here."

    Triumph: "I've got some spoilers. Who wants to hear some spoilers?"

    Fan: "Nah. Nah…"

    Triumph: "Here's a spoiler – you will die alone."


    Happy New Year by the way.

  4. Fence says:

    Do we look amoosed Anne? Do we?

    NM, just shaddup, else I'll tell you the chicken-related spoiler!! So I will!

    UI There was a good episode of Conan? All the way through, normally it may be funny for a few seconds before it returns to the usual meh-ness. Happy New Year.