Mass Effect 3 // Mordin Solus
Need to do this. My project, my work, my cure… my responsibility.

Dollhouse // Topher Brink
Small price to pay. I didn’t want to cause any more pain.
21/10/12 ◔ 62

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07/07/12 ◔ 4370

I seem to have entered the dandy phase of my life.

While watching Dollhouse last night, I found myself deeply, deeply aroused by the appearances of Mr. Alan Tudyk and Mr. Tahmoh Penikett. However, I didn’t want to have sex with them. I wanted to have sex with the way they looked.

Look at Alan’s suit. The red pocket square, the purple tie, the eccentric floral shirt, the vest, the jacket, the clean haircut. Yes. Yes. I want that. I want to live in that suit and sleep in it and shower in it. And I want to have Alan Tudyk live with me and just walk around the house wearing that suit, so I can see it as well as wear it. I want to go to there.

And look at Tahmoh’s little ensemble up there. A tasteful shirt, a light jacket, skinny pants, some nice shoes… He looks like something out of a ’60s spy movie. It’s simple, much less extravagant than Tudyk’s suit, but still — yes. Granted, I’d have to lose 40 pounds and work out for several months straight to be able to pull that look off but, hey, a guy can dream.

Sadly, I’m not in a financial position to run out and buy a closetful of suits and vests and, for the time being, I must remain immeasurably unimpressive, but when that day comes? I am going to look so annoying and pretentious. Can’t wait!
22/05/11 ◔ 22

In which I talk about Joss Whedon’s “Dollhouse” in humbled, hushed, fanboyish tones…

When Dollhouse first aired, I was new to the Whedonverse. I had long been skeptical about this man who inspired such rabid, annoying devotion in his fans, but I had watched Firefly out of curiosity (and my love for space westerns) and thought it was fantastic. Dr. Horrible was pretty okay, so I thought I’d check out Dollhouse when it first aired. I watched the first episode. I didn’t watch the second. Dull plot, dull cast, dull premise. “Meh.”

Then, four or five months ago, thanks to the great time-suck that is Netflix Instant, I started watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer out of curiosity and, perhaps, peer pressure. I liked it. After that, I went straight for its spin-off, Angel. I liked it even more. I drained the Whedonverse’s “moving pictures” division dry, save for one entry: Dollhouse.

Ugh. Dollhouse. Well, it’s only two seasons. Fuck it. I’ll give it a shot. 

Holy shit, why do I ever doubt this man?

It took me a half-season to warm up to, and 11 episodes to fall in love with. The final two episodes of season one proper are bloody fantastic. But, whatever, I’m not interested in talking about those right now.

“Epitaph One.” It’s the 13th episode of the first season. It never aired. It’s a mindfuck, which is probably why it never aired. (This is where you STOP READING, if you don’t want SPOILERS. Skip a paragraph-and-a-half.) It takes place ten years in the future, smack-dab in the middle of a Mad Maxxian, Terminatory apocalypse. The shadowy organization at the center of the series has nearly wiped out mankind with its mind-imprinting technology.

What the fuck? This was a show about zombified people who act as shells for other people’s memories, like an all-purpose, high-tech brothel. And yet, somehow, Whedon makes it about the end of the world — and it totally works. It shouldn’t work. It comes out of nowhere. But it works. It has no right to, but it does. (END SPOILERS.)

I couldn’t have given half a shit about this show before watching it, or even after I started watching it. Not to turn into a mindless Whedonite — well, okay, I guess I have become a Whedonite; my mindlessness is somewhat arguable — but Joss continually surprises me. He takes predictable stories and turns them on their heads. He takes boring and turns it into utterly compelling. (Unless your name happens to be “Riley Finn.” ~*~*~IN-JOKE~*~*~)

Your mileage may vary, but the man is as good as people say he is. Firefly is fantastic. Dr. Horrible is fun, if mildly fucked up. Buffy is pretty great. Angel is brilliant. And Dollhouse? I don’t know yet. I’m only halfway through. You never count out a Whedon production, though. Never. Trust me on that. I am a cynical, hard-to-please asshole. I would not steer you wrong.
20/05/11 ◔ 10