Because I am the amazing disappearing proverbial rabbit-inna-hat.
Well, I am having a rocking good time at home. If a rocking good time constitutes all your friends leaving you for school and watching all twenty of your Veronica Mars tapes in four days, in the correct order no less. Which is not a truly rocking good time, I must confess, but is a lot better than baking all the time. Which also passes time, but gladly without rocks. I am rather down on rocks at the moment, it seems.
The following has spoilers for the first 20 episodes of Veronica Mars, because CTV has blessed me with these first 20 episodes. CTV will be blessing me with the final two episodes in three weeks. Please do not bless me with information about these episodes before October. However, spoiler-free discussion is welcome. Thank you.
For one thing, the show seems to be trying too hard to tie the Marses and the Kanes together in some sort of giant incestuous family scandal, and in the process is shifting attention away from the Echolls family. But if you think about it: Who has enough money and influence to pay off Abel Koontz? Well, the Kanes, obviously-- and that's who everyone points their fingers at. But just because the Echollses have a lot less money than the Kanes doesn't mean they're poor; it means they're millionaires instead of billionaires. They still have enough money to toss around like so much confetti. And a washed-up B movie star is, like, so totally influential in greater Southern California and midwestern Idaho.
Secondly, we know that Logan's dad is a violent man; he abuses Logan and smacks the shit out of his daughter's abusive boyfriend. Then there's the added bonus of Logan's mom leaping off a lofty bridge out of some personal compulsion to test gravity and her inability to, I believe I quote, "live like this anymore." Top it off with Lilly saying that "Logan's insanely jealous all the time" and we may have to point those fingers elsewhere.
Of course, maybe I'm overthinking this a bit; perhaps I've watched too much of The Wire and now I question just how complicated th stories are. Maybe this whole thing is lurking right under my nose (like that potential mustache) and I'm just missing it (like a five o'clock shadow flitting away in darkness), which would, as Frank Pembleton would say, el sucko the big-o weinero. But either way, I'm not sure what an extended metaphor is, though I'm pretty sure this isn't one.
So. Have you taken your medication today?
The following has spoilers for the first 20 episodes of Veronica Mars, because CTV has blessed me with these first 20 episodes. CTV will be blessing me with the final two episodes in three weeks. Please do not bless me with information about these episodes before October. However, spoiler-free discussion is welcome. Thank you.
For one thing, the show seems to be trying too hard to tie the Marses and the Kanes together in some sort of giant incestuous family scandal, and in the process is shifting attention away from the Echolls family. But if you think about it: Who has enough money and influence to pay off Abel Koontz? Well, the Kanes, obviously-- and that's who everyone points their fingers at. But just because the Echollses have a lot less money than the Kanes doesn't mean they're poor; it means they're millionaires instead of billionaires. They still have enough money to toss around like so much confetti. And a washed-up B movie star is, like, so totally influential in greater Southern California and midwestern Idaho.
Secondly, we know that Logan's dad is a violent man; he abuses Logan and smacks the shit out of his daughter's abusive boyfriend. Then there's the added bonus of Logan's mom leaping off a lofty bridge out of some personal compulsion to test gravity and her inability to, I believe I quote, "live like this anymore." Top it off with Lilly saying that "Logan's insanely jealous all the time" and we may have to point those fingers elsewhere.
Of course, maybe I'm overthinking this a bit; perhaps I've watched too much of The Wire and now I question just how complicated th stories are. Maybe this whole thing is lurking right under my nose (like that potential mustache) and I'm just missing it (like a five o'clock shadow flitting away in darkness), which would, as Frank Pembleton would say, el sucko the big-o weinero. But either way, I'm not sure what an extended metaphor is, though I'm pretty sure this isn't one.
So. Have you taken your medication today?