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[mllelaurel]

I interrupt my viewing on Torchwood episode two to bang my head against the laptop screen and mutter. Gwen! Stop being incompetent, dammit! Who let this bint into the police academy? And while we're at it, Jack, what were you thinking, hiring her?

Is it too late to replace her with Rhys the boyfriend, who I'm liking more and more?

Mind, I'm five minutes, thirty-nine seconds in. There may yet be improvements. Or she may get worse and I'll be forced to marathon more Babylon 5 to regain stable blood pressure, sanity and respect for womankind. Mmmmm, Ivanova...

ETA: Eighteen minutes, fourty-seven seconds. Gwen still bumbling about. On the plus side, I'm liking Toshiko more and more. Hell, I'll even take Carys - the girl possessed by the alien. Her, at least, I feel bad for.

ETA 2: Not only useless, but a hypocrite too. For all her babbling about wasting time, Gwen takes time out to research Carys's background, just so she can be a 'humanizing influence' on Jack. How, exactly, is this helping Carys with the alien possession thing that Gwen claims to feel so passionate about?

ETA 3: She's...never used a gun. She's a fucking policewoman, and she's never used a gun? Right.

ETA 4: Ok, the ending didn't suck. But I still could use a drink.

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[mllelaurel.livejournal.com]

If she has anything more than a shag with Jack, I will physically vomit. Jack very rarely gets involved for real, and has better taste when he does.

Dear God, I sound like one of those fangirls.