Midnight Musings

Omigosh, this show is so funny. I love the way they all pronounce the same names differently and their uniforms are repaired by the devices that miraculously heal their wounds. Many of these people couldn't act their way out of a paper bag but they clearly spend so much time in front of a mirror (except perhaps Michael Shanks, whose sideburns have apparently developed a life of their own. Elvis has left the mother ship, Mike) that we practically *owe* it to them to gawk, at least while they're onscreen. On the street, see my thoughts below. Chances are, they (the actors) are far less fascinating than I am when push comes to shove. And it probably will.