It’s the end of the road for this world . . .
Greetings, fellow crossers of space and time!* DM has informed me that there are only two episodes left this season.
We’ve Coulson’s got a lot to do!
Goodnight, cruel world, for I was at a work event and forgot to post.
Okay, I’m psyched for this one, but also a little worried about it, too, because I have a sneaking suspicion they’re going to Make Me Sad, but also excited, because it’s totally time to Snap Out Of It.
Who? You know who you are . . .
Yeah, I know. Clunky headline—give me better ideas below. In the meantime, welcome to Season Four, Episode 17, and **I’m actually home to watch it!**
DeathMaster has informed me that AoS is back tonight . . . I was looking forward to coming home to watch it when I was told that I have a moral obligation to attend a social function with a friend “or else”.
Today I seem to be stuck in the dregs of a second act, and am thoroughly discombobulated. In addition to a difficult workday, new corporate headshots were required. I . . . do not photograph well. Furthermore, none of the AoS stills appealed. So have this image, which displeases me as completely as the day itself…
Hot potato soup sounds pretty doggone good on a snowy day in NYC. Know what else sounds pretty doggone good on a snowy day in NYC? A Koenig bonanza!
In which my entire goal for the day is to go home and go to sleep, because I didn’t manage to accomplish said activity last night.
Bienvenito a Miami! I’m travelling for work, but will possibly be back in time to watch live (and also add real AoS-related content here). In the meantime, get your bets down.
Or at least, that’s what tonight’s episode is according to my very quick search for the title. Spoilers after the break and in the comments!
Greetings, all, to the SECOND post of the season that was entirely my responsibility, and the FIRST post of the season that I rememberED (thank you, ACP) to put up from a restaurant while a long-suffering friend plots my doom. (And also world domination. Is recurrent theme amongst my friends.)
Art thys thyng workyng?
You guys, I am SUPPOSED to be packing to get out of town for the weekend (OH MY GOD IT’S ALREADY 3PM GRAND CENTRAL IS GOING TO BE A NIGHTMARE WHY AM I EVEN), but instead I am looking up the composition and implications of Georgia Red Clay simply because I referenced it in a story and got curious and now suddenly I’m…
Well, kids, it should be interesting, if nothing else.
Good morning. In
less than an hour more or less nine, ten, eleven, or twelve hours, aircraft viewers from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. Mankind; that word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can’t be consumed by…
Welcome to the Season Three EPISODE BEFORE THE Finale, which will happen while I’m on a plane (although hopefully not in a quinjet in space), because I’m AWESOME AT PLANNING THINGS.
Possibly. Possibly not. Depends on who you ask, mostly. (Please don’t ask my second-grade teacher. She and I have unresolved issues.) But, of course, the bigger question as we wander tantalizingly close to the release of Civil War, the end of the season, and, I guess, the end of the Civil War (maybe) is . . .