Kanye Line Jumped Me


My first recap since the Comic-Con… uh… let’s call it a debacle, and I felt as if I couldn’t just launch into a new season of unintentional/intentional subtext without some sort of acknowledgment of said debacle. It was here that I was going to touch on events as they unfolded. I spent a good deal…
Sometimes you don’t realize how much something has been a part of your life until you end up crying like a baby at a Judds concert. Crying like a baby, that’s Shawna’s descriptor. I thought of it more as hysterical sobbing I thought was never going to let up, but, praise be to all gods, lasted…
Or, as she was often considered in my house growing up, Ada Frances Mosby, II. Ada is my grandmother on my dad’s side. She died when I was 9. I’m not really sure how long after her death I discovered Designing Women, but, once it was syndicated, I watched it a lot, often with my…
Last week, after the airing of Once Upon a Time’s “Kansas,” I started my usual drill – put on the ole subtext goggles, re-watch, dissect, sigh at such wasted potential. As I started noting my thoughts – like how ridiculous it was that Regina was being tossed around again, or how Emma lost her magic…
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Welcome to LA. 🙂 I once spilled water all over Julie Andrea’s floor.
Now that you’re in town, I’d love to take you out for coffee as a thank you for all the neat fic and posts you’ve given us over the past few months.
If not, tis cool too. Chances are we’ll run into each other sooner or later, being as we’re both aspiring screenwriters. 😉
That would be awesome. I know only like three people out here!
Let me get settled in and I’m totally there!
Sweet, you’ve got my email address, just send me a line when you’re settled in and we’ll pick a day: mistiec[at]gmail.com