"In trying to protect C.J., the agent gets shot." Oh, c'mon. I was close enough. I got the right dead guy, if I didn't guess the reasoning behind it. I never would have guessed the reasoning, either; my word, that was a stupid way for Sorkin to kill him off. That stupid cutsie little irony: "Oh, C.J., everything's safe now for you, as we've caught your stalker. Now I will kiss you for real. [They kiss.] Okay, now I'm going to go get a flower for you at a convenience store. I hope it is not being held up when I get there." Also, since the audience is obviously going to prefer Bartlett to whomever he's running against, why the necessity to make Richie such a meanie? Stupid. I do not like these "West Wing" season-ending episodes.
And just when I was doing so well. Do not expect any posts next week. Most of my regular readers know why.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
