And ye, Smallville did finally arrive and there was much rejoicing throughout the land. Well, a little teeth grinding in my corner but only because Channel Nine, while not quite the Farscape Chainsaw Massacre this time, it had certainly given the show the once over with a lady remington, shaving off scenes here and there. Please realise I'm only being so anal because I worry that if (okay, when) I start writing Smallville fic I'll be roasted for an error of fact that I omitted due to missing scene syndrome. But never mind that. Clark. Lex. Gorgeous. (I'll sit on my Secret Schneider Shame for the moment, though he still be cute, too).
Slashy highlights: Clark with his tongue down Lex's throat, Lana's dead dad's gaydar, Lex asking Clark if he could give him a ride. :)
Three doses of the Rosenbaum last night: Two Smallvilles and a Justice League. I was spoilt. I also discovered that I study much much better with Get Smart on the telly than in the office. Makes sense, weirdly, as I've done my homework with Get Smart on the telly all my life. Apparently I can't understand concepts unless Max is prattling away in the background. I'm finally getting the hang of SQL. Now if only I'd settled down in front of Max weeks ago, instead of struggling along with the tv off.
Had another themed nightmare last night. That's two so far this week, and would have been three only there weren't enough hours left to dream on Monday night (but I'm sure I can work harder). I hate anniversaries, don't you?