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I've decided that I quite like vampires. They're considerably better than rather a lot of their human neighbours. More fun to watch, too.
Been watching more episodes, anyway. I very much enjoyed the funeral of [name removed for spoiler purposes], though I still think it's sad that they killed the character off. Also the house-visiting prior to the funeral, where all of the locals turned up to nose around the murder scene, and make catty comments about the relatives. :D They really are a townful of grotesques. Entertaining grotesques, though.
Is sex with a vampire a recommended way of dealing with grief following a bereavement? No, I'm not considering it. Just wondering.
Sam is so a werewolf. Or something. Not sure what a 'something' is, but if he's not a werewolf, then he's definitely one of them instead.
Why is Tara, a woman who lives in a town full of vampires, and is sleeping with a possibly werewolf, so quick to dismiss her mother's claim of being possessed by a demon? You live in a town full of vampires, woman!
Mind you, the demon story is a hopelessly, tragically pathetic one. Whether it's true or not - and at this point it's hard to tell - Tara's mother is babbling about her demon, and blaming it for her years of alcoholism. It's quite horrible to watch, in a good way.
They killed Bill's evil vampire friends! Noooooo! Maybe they'll come back to life somehow. I shall cling to this notion. Or possibly it's a case of mistaken identity, and there just happened to be another house recently bought by three vampires. Yeah, that'll be it.
Hang on. So Bill escaped death at the hands of the evil mob that killed his evil friends, by burying himself in the ground? Huh? And why is he naked? I'm pretty sure that if I was escaping from a vengeful lynch mob, I wouldn't stop to take my clothes off first. Or after. Wouldn't it have been simpler to have gone home, or... anywhere? Rather than presumably stopping, taking off his clothes, digging a hole, and then burying himself? His eruption out of the ground was awesome, so I'm not complaining about that exactly, it's just... daft. Well it is.
Also, he crawls out of the ground covered in mud. Everywhere. Literally, everywhere, and immediately proceeds to make love to Sookie. Damn, that's a silly name. Makes her sound like a badger. But I digress. Good, honest mud, I know. Not usually at all unhygenic, and that's an excuse I've made many a time when I didn't want to have to wash my hands before tea, but still. You'd think she'd want him to wash. Or one part of him, at least.
Mud suits him, though, actually. He should possibly wear it more often.
I think it's brilliant that all these ancient vampires send texts to each other. If they can manage it, why can't my mother?
I love the scene where Eric (yes, sadly he appears to be sticking with the name) breaks into Bill's house in order to take a bath, stopping to light lots of dramatic mood candles first. The way that he sprawls there, limbs all over the place, whilst ordering Bill around like some decadent king, is great. There must be more Eric, silly name or no. I demand this in payment for the loss of Bill's evil vampire friends. Who aren't really dead. They're just... resting.
Sorry. That sentence proved unavoidable.
Bill killed the creepy great-uncle! That's awesome! Not because he deserved it particularly, but because Bill's the hero, and he just killed a defenceless old man. I rather like that. Because he's a vampire, and they're not shying away from that.
He can't have tasted all that nice, though, Bill. Wouldn't you rather eat Jason? And speaking of which... I was just starting to think that Jason was shaping up, and maybe wasn't all that irredeemable and pathetic after all. He is, though, isn't he. He really, really is. Shape up, Jason. Is Flaky Drug Addict Hippie Waitress really worth committing murder over?
That isn't actually her name. I just can't remember what is.
Tara seems delighted that her food has been cooked with bacon grease. What kind of a world is it where "You cooked it with bacon grease!" is considered an expression of delight, and not of utter revulsion?! Bacon? Grease? Bacon grease?! In no way is this good. Really, people. Try olive oil. It's better, trust me on this.
Poor evil vampires. :( What did they ever do to hurt anybody? Well, except... you know. All the same...
Been watching more episodes, anyway. I very much enjoyed the funeral of [name removed for spoiler purposes], though I still think it's sad that they killed the character off. Also the house-visiting prior to the funeral, where all of the locals turned up to nose around the murder scene, and make catty comments about the relatives. :D They really are a townful of grotesques. Entertaining grotesques, though.
Is sex with a vampire a recommended way of dealing with grief following a bereavement? No, I'm not considering it. Just wondering.
Sam is so a werewolf. Or something. Not sure what a 'something' is, but if he's not a werewolf, then he's definitely one of them instead.
Why is Tara, a woman who lives in a town full of vampires, and is sleeping with a possibly werewolf, so quick to dismiss her mother's claim of being possessed by a demon? You live in a town full of vampires, woman!
Mind you, the demon story is a hopelessly, tragically pathetic one. Whether it's true or not - and at this point it's hard to tell - Tara's mother is babbling about her demon, and blaming it for her years of alcoholism. It's quite horrible to watch, in a good way.
They killed Bill's evil vampire friends! Noooooo! Maybe they'll come back to life somehow. I shall cling to this notion. Or possibly it's a case of mistaken identity, and there just happened to be another house recently bought by three vampires. Yeah, that'll be it.
Hang on. So Bill escaped death at the hands of the evil mob that killed his evil friends, by burying himself in the ground? Huh? And why is he naked? I'm pretty sure that if I was escaping from a vengeful lynch mob, I wouldn't stop to take my clothes off first. Or after. Wouldn't it have been simpler to have gone home, or... anywhere? Rather than presumably stopping, taking off his clothes, digging a hole, and then burying himself? His eruption out of the ground was awesome, so I'm not complaining about that exactly, it's just... daft. Well it is.
Also, he crawls out of the ground covered in mud. Everywhere. Literally, everywhere, and immediately proceeds to make love to Sookie. Damn, that's a silly name. Makes her sound like a badger. But I digress. Good, honest mud, I know. Not usually at all unhygenic, and that's an excuse I've made many a time when I didn't want to have to wash my hands before tea, but still. You'd think she'd want him to wash. Or one part of him, at least.
Mud suits him, though, actually. He should possibly wear it more often.
I think it's brilliant that all these ancient vampires send texts to each other. If they can manage it, why can't my mother?
I love the scene where Eric (yes, sadly he appears to be sticking with the name) breaks into Bill's house in order to take a bath, stopping to light lots of dramatic mood candles first. The way that he sprawls there, limbs all over the place, whilst ordering Bill around like some decadent king, is great. There must be more Eric, silly name or no. I demand this in payment for the loss of Bill's evil vampire friends. Who aren't really dead. They're just... resting.
Sorry. That sentence proved unavoidable.
Bill killed the creepy great-uncle! That's awesome! Not because he deserved it particularly, but because Bill's the hero, and he just killed a defenceless old man. I rather like that. Because he's a vampire, and they're not shying away from that.
He can't have tasted all that nice, though, Bill. Wouldn't you rather eat Jason? And speaking of which... I was just starting to think that Jason was shaping up, and maybe wasn't all that irredeemable and pathetic after all. He is, though, isn't he. He really, really is. Shape up, Jason. Is Flaky Drug Addict Hippie Waitress really worth committing murder over?
That isn't actually her name. I just can't remember what is.
Tara seems delighted that her food has been cooked with bacon grease. What kind of a world is it where "You cooked it with bacon grease!" is considered an expression of delight, and not of utter revulsion?! Bacon? Grease? Bacon grease?! In no way is this good. Really, people. Try olive oil. It's better, trust me on this.
Poor evil vampires. :( What did they ever do to hurt anybody? Well, except... you know. All the same...
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