Bartleby the Boring

I've finally waded through "Bartleby the Scrivener", which I was required to read for my LIT 2020. Good God, what a boring read. I suppose it was delightfully Gothic for Victorian intelligentsia who got all het up at the sight of bare ankle and secretly kept studded dildoes in the boudoir, but for modern sensibilities, not much is happening. Bartleby isn't so much a mystery as a pain in the ass, and the boss was a total doormat. Feh.

Supernatural was...can I just bitchslap Sam? What a whiny hypocrite. He's fine with a life for a life when it benefits Dean, but does a complete volte face after Dean is out of the woods. Dean, please, please pimp-slap your mealy-mouthed, whingy, self-righteous littermate dead in the mouth, and when you're done, I gotta little somethin' somethin' for you. Even feet and inches from dead, you looked damn good.