OK, Snowflakes, here’s the deal: There was no TV recap this week because I got a little lazy and a lot tired. I just finished writing a novel on Tuesday, and started another one, and then Wednesday (which is the only day I have to do the recap) I had to work at one of my day jobs, and it was a long, long day. So I came home and watched TV. 🙁
But! I have the book recap, so forgive me? And let’s get started!
Snowflakes! I’m back from big (tiny), exciting (not at all) Holy Week adventures (working at church)! Did you miss me? I missed you. Let’s get recapping!
So, Nick runs off, as usual, with little explanation. Nat just lets him go and tries to go back to work, but before she can, the body in the bag sits up and claws its way out of the bag. She grabs a long scalpel and cries for help. The thing lunges at her, but Nick comes back in just in time and grapples with it. Continue reading
Snowflakes! I know I owe you a RITS, and I’m going to do double chapters on Friday. I was ill over the weekend, and just couldn’t find the energy to blog. I promise, I’ll do better! Let’s recap!
We’re watching “The Jerry Show”, and the subject is people who have sex with weird shit. Ghosts, etc. One of the guests claims that her boyfriend is a vampire, and the shot pulls out until we see Nat watching this on one of those tiny 90s portable TVs in the lab. And then we’re back in the studio, and Tracy’s in the audience! Continue reading
No commentary on this one, kids, so no one will be yawning in my ear. Nope, it’s all just sexxxy sexxxy whores. Let’s get to it!
Big Band Jazz is playing, and a redhead is putting her lipstick on. She’s dressed in a black teddy and a robe. Her lover – a middle-aged dude in a suit who seems not quite sober – comes into the room, only to find her shot twice and super dead. Continue reading
SNOWFLAKES! It’s the season finale! Are you ready? Can you handle it? The episode synopsis promises to reveal “the ghastly event which turned Nicholas against Lacroix forever.” Huh. And here I thought it was spelled “Nicolas”, being as he’s French, and all. Oh, well. Onward!
Ooh, “sexy” “music” and candle-lighting. Rose petals in a bubble bath. I remember this one, though not the “ghastly event”. A woman is dressing, or being dressed – her nails are painted by someone else – and then she’s in a park, sitting on a bench. Of course, she’s dead. Some kids playing pickup stickball find this out, and I’m sure that’s not going to result in any therapy bills at all. Continue reading
Good Morning, Snowflakes! Are any of you Drop Dead Diva fans? The show is silly, but fun, and this weekend the original Nick Knight himself guest-starred! That’s right: Rick Springfield was on as an aging rock star trying to keep his band together. It was a touching story of friendship and Parkinson’s disease, and the whole hour, I made Forever Knight jokes.
Let’s get to it, shall we?
We open on a department store makeup counter. A woman approaches, and the pushy-ass saleslady is in her face immediately. The woman gets all weirded out, and ends up shooting the saleslady. For which I can hardly fault her. Pushy salespeople make me break out in hives, yo. The woman gets shot by a mall cop, which – what? Canadian rent-a-cops have guns? This sounds like a terrible idea to me, and I’m not anti-gun. Anyway, she’s dead at the makeup counter, and the credits roll. Continue reading
Oh, the puns, they burn!
Some blonde in a patent-leather trench walks into a club, finds Kenickie from Grease, and starts making out with him. She takes him home because she is obviously not lousy with virginity. He tells her they’re going to do “something new”, and she says, “After the video.” Oh, but no, this is better than the video. Of course, he doesn’t actually tell her what it is because consent is for suckers, and then he’s choking her. Because breath play is something you just spring on your partner. Continue reading