Once upon a time there lived a guy named, uh, Guy. Of Gisborne, in fact, and he loved this bird named Marian and it was like bondage happy-times all the time and they didn't know anyone at all named Robin Hood. They lived happily ever after.

OR SO I THOUGHT.

Apparently, once shaken out of my Season-Two-Finale-Daze by maddeinin and jesshelga, I was told it didn't ( Read more... )

It's been a while, and I might be rusty - but this Sunday's Criminal Intent?


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The Great Michael Bolton once said, "how can we be lovers, if we can't be friends?"

Yes, Psych. How can we?


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Can some one tell me why I'm still watching Psych? Have I become the martyr, saving my beloved flist from sitting through these atrocities? Do I still, somewhere, hold out hope that the Kulchak Woman Roday the producers in general the show gets hit by the winds of change?

"Would I Lie To You" by Eurythmics just came on. Fitting, really.


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Dearest Psych;

Hey! How are you? I know you haven't heard from me for a while, but I've been, uh, busy. Y'know. With life, and Life and other shit I'm sure you don't want to hear about. How's this weather, huh? And that local sports team ( Read more... )

Life, S02E06, "Did You Feel That?". In eight caps or less.


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Dear Life S02E01, "Find Your Happy Place";

You were really good. Let me show this through fifteen million caps and bizarre titles for each.

Love and kisses,
Pieces xoxox


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lizbee: "Your OTP is kind of charming."
Moi: "I know!"
lizbee: "Even when they're chatting up prostitutes."

Which brings us to a short but sweet recap of last week's episode of Psych.


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The Bible said, "let there be light", and along came Marshall Mann. Perhaps that's slightly sacrilicious, but I'm watching Big Brother, what do you expect?

Yes kids, it's My Name Is Marshall time, now with 100% more slings and his overall awesomeness/sexual prowess/love for boobs/pie/etc. Oh, and noir-esque lighting.


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As per usual, My Name is Marshall brought the LOLZ, the hot, the homages to Antonio Banderas films and the World's Most Boring B-Plot.

I could talk about the fact this show seems like it's written by a million monkeys at a million typewriters ("'it was the best of times, it was the BLURST of times?!'"), but really:


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