Hello again! It's finally time for the thrilling conclusion to my convention adventures. To refresh your memories, during the first weekend of September I ventured into the strange and wonderful world of the FanX Convention in Salt Lake City, Utah. Part 1 of my report covers Thursday's guests and our excursion into the vendor's area. Part 2 talked about The Hillywood Show, Osric and the rest of Friday's guests. So now, let's do Saturday!
Suspenseful and emotional. Supernatural’s “Nightmare Logic” achieved the rare feat of captivating viewers with both action and affection, alternating between unexpected twists in the case and genuine, believable, poignant character development. It engaged viewers’ minds and hearts, a trait that was Supernatural’s hallmark for so very long but hasn’t always been realized in more recent seasons.
NOW: It's a dark night in Claremont, OK. A slight figure moves through the dark. It's Maggie. Surrounded by the chirps and whistles of the nighttime forest, she makes her way by flashlight across a narrow, wooden bridge and into an old cemetery. The cold, bluish beams of the flashlight fall on the gravestones as she approaches a stone crypt, the name Rawling inscribed over the doorway. She kneels to unzip her backpack, pulling out a video camera. She smiles into the lens as she records herself. She sounds both excited and nervous; she thinks she's after a ghoul. Pulling out a machete, she approaches the crypt and pushes open the heavy door. Slowly, she moves down the stairs, her flashlight lighting on a couple religious statues. There's a sound. She looks around nervously in the dark just before an old man in a suit and tie lunges out of the shadows toward her, his teeth bared.
A funny thing happened on the way to the review and it’s all F. Scott Fitzgerald’s fault. That and crappy Ohio weather. Yep, it’s been one of those weeks.
Thursday was the first time this season “Supernatural” wasn’t pre-empted by my local CW station by high school football. Since I had to fill in for Nighsky for our weekly live tweet on Twitter, I sat down for the first time in eons to watch live. It only took two minutes for the reception the crap out. Reset the antenna and try again. That lasted about 3 minutes. That in and out pattern went on all hour. While I tried to produce a cheeky live tweet on the scenes I got to actually watch (yes, the tweet was loaded with fluff), the hubby went outside in the rain to check the antenna. The intense amount of rain we have gotten this year has caused the antenna to corrode. And the antenna cover to fall off. And the bush that was under it has insanely grown over it because of the months of wet weather. This wasn’t an issue with other stations because they are part of our DirecTV Now subscription. Guess which service The CW isn’t on?
This is where Mr. Fitzgerald comes in. In order to see the full episode, I had to wait until it went online the next day. Well, that’s when we found out my son’s grades and he’s behind in English because he didn’t work on his The Great Gatsby project. I jumped into help, and next thing you know I had to read the book again. I remember now why I hated it when I had to read it in school thirty years ago. So that took up my spare time until early in the morning Tuesday, when the project was finally submitted, much to the exhausted relief of us all.
So yeah, I finally got to watch the episode on my phone, in the car, during my lunch hour at work. I hope you appreciate my commitment to get this review to you! That and I have emerged with a new perspective. “Supernatural” on it’s worst day can’t be as freaking depressing as The Great Gatsby.
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