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A dozen books begun or partially read, but lacking the focus or interest to finish them; rambling drafts for lj entries I can't bring myself to complete either... wrote down some sketchy thoughts about religion, violence and Mel Gibson's Christ movie today, but am not sure I'll still be sufficiently interested or satisfied to edit & post them tomorrow...

On a brighter note, I might have a new obsession... mangoes. I never used to like them, but suddenly I do. And here am I, complaining that nothing ever changes in my life. ::snerk @ self::


In other news... What with three seasons of B5 to watch and the resulting frustration with the mediocrity of most other tv shows, I missed a good part of Smallville's S2, but since I was bored, apathetic and in the vicinity of a tv today I watched 'Visitor' and, wow, things are certainly going bad very fast. For how long has Lex been walking the fine line between sanity and madness? There's a barely disguised hard edge in his probing when he talks to Clark ("Come on, Clark, if you were really an alien would you go around telling people about it?") and his Bluebeard's room... very creepy. The mere fact that he's willing to show this to Helen, and the look on his face when he does...

No-one tell me the gay subtext isn't intentional, though. He certainly doesn't need a blown-up beyond life-size pretty pouty picture to figure out whether Clark's an alien or not.

Smallville is often bad and more often mediocre, but there's a cruel irony in the fact that what at the beginning of S1 Lex believed to be his chance for redemption is now driving him into insanity. Too many chances passed by and bridges burned since... This show is just too sad, though of course the impending tragedy has always been part of the attraction, at least for me. After all we knew it was all going to hell, it was just a matter of when, why and how.

I guess I will have to try now to catch the earlier s2 episodes on ORF...