hth | nightmares about atlantis -- no, literally

Last night I dreamed that I turned on SGA and, soap-opera style, they had replaced David Hewlett and Jason Momoa with different actors. So there was the team running around, Sheppard and Teyla and some other two guys who were supposedly Ronon and Rodney. About 75% of the time, my dreams are lucid, which means I spend the whole time going, "Man, this is the weirdest dream *ever,*" but this time I was totally buying it. I truly believed this thing had occurred.

First I was crushed. I was stunned and miserable and I missed my real actors so much.

Then I was bitter (regular readers of this space will recall that it doesn't take much, at this point). If this wasn't the ultimate sign of TPTB's contempt for its characters and its audience, I didn't know what could be. I felt betrayed and angry.

Then I felt viciously smug, because now, oh, now they had truly screwed the pooch, and now they would pay through the nose for being stupid. Because, you know, fine, take my Ronon away, break my heart. Whatever. But losing DH would be a death-blow to that show, and I had my popcorn and was ready for the execution. I was ready for the riots and the vandalism and the angry-with-rage on the internet, and the bumbling apologies and reassurances, and the descent into utter crappiness and bad ratings and the internal strife and the great, unforgiving hammer of cancellation. Oh, sweet revenge!

It's possible that my subconscious and I are a little too invested in SGA. Also, that I have some anger issues.