Dammit, Fringe.

I was so freaking preoccupied with my worry that our Lincoln would die that it never occurred to me to worry about alt-Lincoln. FFFFFFFFFFF. He was not my favorite of the two, but I'm still pretty pissed that he died. Not least of all because it looks like our Lincoln and Fauxlivia are being set up as consolation prizes for one another, and that makes me sad for both of them (and seriously, how fucked up would that relationship be, if it happened? REALLY DAMN FUCKED UP IS HOW MUCH).

On a related note, I got a new album yesterday upon my older brother's recommendation (I don't know how he got so good at predicting what music I'll like when we grew up with such different tastes, but damn is he good), and track two has totally become an Alt-Lincoln/Fauxlivia anthem in my brain. I can't listen to it without envisioning fanvids. SOMEONE MAKE A FANVID; I LACK THE SKILLS AND THE DISK SPACE.

RIP Alt-Lincoln. Have fun strutting around heaven in tight-fitting t-shirts and making the angels think impure thoughts.