February 16, 2007

The way to my heart is apparently through poor dead Dylan.

Grey's Anatomy is an odd duck show for me. As a general rule, I don't care for the procedural or medical dramas that permeate the American airwaves. I loathe almost every regular on the show (with the obvious exceptions of Bailey and Derek, and the inexplicable exceptions of Alex and Meredith), but I started watching it literally by accident and have never been able to not tune in.

And last night's episode annoyed me, just like always, and Meredith's all blue and translucent and while I was appreciating the bang-up makeup joke all the interns were crying and I wanted to shake them, and then? Kyle Effing Chandler. Jump cut, head cocked, that little grin, lock of hair falling over his eyes? I did an actual, honest-to-Sutekh spit take. I got actual, visible goosebumps. Fade to credits.

You win, Shonda. Again. See you next week. Again.

Posted by Nastinchka at February 16, 2007 08:41 AM

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Our reception sucks! WAH! I wanna see this episode!

:(

Get a DVR, damnit!

[If you're recapping, it's a "business expense."]

*kisses*

Posted by: huntergrayson at February 18, 2007 07:04 PM
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