1. Stay away from air vents.
2. Hack into the airline employee database and make sure nobody who was previously involved in a plane crash is on board.
3. Take a nonchalant stroll up and down the ramp and check whether anybody creepy black or yellow eyes. If somebody has red eyes, it's either a crossroads demon or an Underworld fangeek and should be avoided at all costs in either case.
4. Always carry your Handy Instant Holy Water Making Tool Kit - a water squirter, Bible and rosary.
5. If you see anybody moving toward the emergency exit, slug him and threaten him with your Holy Water Gun.
6. Learn excorcism rituals by heart in case your Bible flies out the emergency exit while you're grappling with the demon.
7. Avoid grappling with the demon.
8. Road trips are good alternatives to plane travel, but stay away from possibly haunted inter-state highways (in case of ghosts and phantom Ku Klux Klan trucks), bridges (also in case of ghosts), moors (more ghosts), swamps, cross-roads (demons), corn-fields (high school football players), orchards (man-eating pagan gods), woods (vampires) and any form of abandoned houses, factories, barns and motels.
Aw hell, you might just stay the fuck at home. But remember to salt the windows and keep an iron poker on you at all times. And NEVER GO IN THE BASEMENT!
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I just finished watching Supernatural 3x11.
HOLY SHIT! NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL AN EPISODE! Nice comeback, Show! *does jig*
Furthermore, in the OMFG department:
Huh. Will squee more when I remember.
The only downside to this ep is that I now have "Asia" playing in my head over and over and over and over......AAAARGH!! The worst thing is, I've never heard it before this episode, so it's only thatone snatch of song I keep hearing in my head!
When you hear news reports of a girl who has gone screaming through the streets of Colombo in a gorilla outift, throwing nuts at people, you'll know I've finally cracked. And you'll know why.
In conclusion: MY SHOW PWNS THE WORLD, BITCHES!
The Writer's Strike is OVER! *leaps up and down*
Okay, so it's apparently not officially over until the Guild votes on Tuesday, but at this point I think that is a mere formality. Shall keep my fingers crossed in any case.
I'm really glad they got what they were lobbying for, but at the end of the day, there's still a few hundred writers out of work now. Hope things get better for them soon.
And on a totally self-centred note: MOAR Supey-natteral! I hope they do a summer mini-series. Since there are virtually no new epsiodes of anything in the summer, more people might have the opportunity to tune in to Supernatural. And I really hope they go with their original idea for Sammy's powers in Season Three and
lostprincess87 over the entire waking portion of the whole weekend than anybody else. P.S: Funny little anecdote. Sadhini's folks had booked a room for us to bounce off the walls and break things kick back in, which was fine at first, but once lunch time had rolled around there were fully fifteen people of assorted boys, girls and guitars in it. The poor airconditioner wasn't cut out for the job, and people were feeling cramped and humid after a while. Everybody but me, that is. I felt as cool as a cucumber and couldn't imagine why everybody kept cussing out the air conditioning. Finally, after hearing the umpteenth person mutter about how hot it was in here, I sat up and exclaimed in exasperation, "How come I am the only person in this room who's not hot?".
Dead silence. Belatedly, I realized that there are a myriad of ways an out-of-the-blue remark like that could be construed by a roomful of twenty-something-year-olds, and none of them had anything to do with air conditioning.
Shamir piped up. "We honestly couldn't tell you," he said, giving me a cusory once-over, "blame the genetics."
Huh. Now if it were me, I'd have said, "Aw, you're being too hard on yourself, Hasini. You're not that bad-looking." But then, I'd be talking to myself.
*giggle*
lostprincess87might as well have been titled Malleus Maleficarum because he fucking turned everything I was writing into canon! I'm not sure whether to love or hate Kripke's brain. 
