such geeks we are

Last night, I was holed up in the living room, watching a Dawson's Creek tape E found in the basement. I said 'E, all I want to do tonight is watch terrible television.' She found tape of Dawson's Creek - the difinition of terrible television. The episodes were taped off of the WB affiliate in Peoria, Illinois. I didn't question the provinance of it - supplied by god, perhaps? - I saw the episode where Joey & Pacey first have sex. So much angst. So satisfying. The dialogue, which I remember being superarticulate pales in comparison to Gilmore Girls, currently the best thing on the WB.

Meanwhile, E was reading phanfic, Phantom of the Opera fanfic. Her cackling frequently disrupted my viewing, as did her vocal outrage at such euphemisms as 'root of his lust' & 'secret womanly place.' Gross. . .