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

Yes, Psych. How can we?



You'll always be welcome, Om-Face. Don't you worry. )

In other news:



Apparently my roommates don't want to be present when I watch the episode pictured above.
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.


Great story, piecesofalice! )



Cool!
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?

Oh, who am I kidding. We're having problems, aren't we. Serious problems, beginning and ending mostly with James Roday. And That Kulchak Woman. And having "Lassie" in your latest episode title. And, oh, setting up awesome partner-love then softy and soundly kicking it in the pants.

You know what you should do? Have an episode where Lassiter's, like, set up for a murder. And then, like, have Juliet be all "noooes, not my partner!", complete with sternum bush and scenes at his place that end in hot sexin' hugs. Y'know, natural plot-line progression and shit.

What do you think? Let me know, because I really do like you, and want to be mates again.

With love and hope,
Your Pieces xoxox

PS: If you can fit in a roundhouse kick to Roday's noggin and/or Maggie in a roller derby costume, you know you're back in mah bed, boo.



I'd like to think this is kind of a push in the right direction, but I'd be wrong, right? )

In conclusion:



LOOK AT THAT BAD ASS MOFO, YO! LOOK AT THAT SHIT.
Life, S02E06, "Did You Feel That?". In eight caps or less.


Hang On, Partner. )

Seriously, Now. )

IN CONCLUSION:

<3 PARTNERZZZ
<3 TED
<3 OMG HE'S A COP NOW
<3 PARTNERRRRZZZZZZ
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



Beauty and the Beast ain't got nuthin' on us. )

And, because we're so blessed: the Sarah Shahi Is Pretty Picspam.
Brought to you by Charlie Rich



Pretty. )

In conclusion:

<3 TED!
<3 SHOW!
<3 PRETTY!
<3 TITUS!
<3 THIS SHOW MAKES ME TALK IN CAPS HOW HAPPY I AM IT'S BACK
[livejournal.com profile] lizbee: "Your OTP is kind of charming."
Moi: "I know!"
[livejournal.com profile] lizbee: "Even when they're chatting up prostitutes."

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



Y'know, the one with 'The Breakfast Club' jokes and NO JULIET/LASSITER TO SPEAK OF. )

You can kind of see why it didn't deserve it's own post, right? And not just because I had to wait a week to even mention it, as I was too busy washing out the taste of having Juliet/Shawn jammed down my throat again.



What do you reckon, girl? Is this week gonna bring it? )

I'm going to take up drinking, y'all. It may be the only way.
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.



To paraphrase a bacon-lovin' NYPD detective, ''rawr''. )

Moral of the story: NEVER listen to women in devil costumes.

(And, as usual, [livejournal.com profile] firthgal has provided us with a (slightly) un-bias recap of this episode, sans Prince and other bad puns.)
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:



...who the hell is here for the plot?

Gonna cut 'em right up in half )

Joey Lawrence's number one hit "Nothin' My Love Can't Fix" is playing.



Strangely, fitting.
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