I will miss Cerie, who's with me?

Clyde was nothing but delightful by simply being around. He's receiving his SAG membership as we speak.

And she's pretty in that girl-next-door/unassuming, totally disarming kind of way, oh, and she's 44 freaking years old!

Lost: They were all dead in the first place. The End.

Please, please, please let us, let us, get regular coverage…this time.

Don't get me started. Either Bibi keeps his job, or a talk show host gets to be Prime Minister. That's just bizarre, and perplexing, but hey, at least that loony Bennett didn't win as much as he thought.

#onehalfseasonandamovie!

Well, your women are hot, so we ain't complaining.

Penny Can!

It's really depressing that America prefers Claire Dunphy over Kate Fox.

As someone who has been in Tel Aviv, I found this perplexing.  Tel Aviv is in a way its own little bubble, and does its own thing, terrorists be damned. Color me somewhat shocked.

Man, that show was awesome. Why can't America just like things about people being adorable? Sigh.

So here's my theory: Bunheads is somewhat the love child of Friday Night Lights and Gilmore Girls. It has ASP at its helm, but it's also about dance and how dance can mean so much for the town and the dancers themselves.  The parallels are uncanny.

Mmnn…No.

Yay, Big Bird! Now, can I get another Sherlock series before say, 2065? Thanks.

So as I saw the episode, I kept thinking two things:
1. The show suddenly feels more like an actual TV show.
2. The role-reversal between Marnie and Hannah is encapsulated to the point when it actually makes Allison Williams look pathetic. That was fascinating.

Wouldn't it be great if this were instead a TV adaptation of the musical "In the Heights"? Amirite?

My cold, cynical heart is warmer today. Thank you Bunheads.

Agreed.

I will watch it… Maybe.