Logan ranting, plus my nose.

I am cranky and sore. My nose hurts. It hurts like I've been punched, although I am certain I have not been punched; unless I am under a mind-wiping control spell triggered by a childhood song, like Spike was. Hmm. One never knows. WHAM !

Owwwwww. Maybe I slept on it wrong. If it still hurts tomorrow morning, I'm going to see the doctor; like they're not tired of my mug yet. ;)


Current Veronica Mars Status: Really Fucking Cheesed Off. The Logan torture has resurfaced, big-time; and not epic torture anyway, no sweeping adventure and conspiracy, where he is so hot and mixed up, ahhhh; but small torture, humiliations, like flunking a project that he worked hard on and getting laughed at in class. I mean, really ? Rob Thomas, I get it: you don't like Logan;. You want him to suffer. You think that's funny.

I don't. Nor do I find amusement in harassing puppies, treading on the backs of people who are already down, or kicking the unconscious. This season has done shit for Logan. Recent spoilers make it abundantly clear that's not going to stop anytime soon.

( Spoiler tagged for next week's opening scene. )