Considering that last season I watched the first episode and then skipped the next nine or so, I have no idea why I’m watching this one. Probably because they managed to keep Bobby out of the episode.
Anyway, yesterday I got caught up in a Cristiano Ronaldo inspired Youtube black hole. And I came across this video, specifically the 3:55 mark. I was amazed. Not by the free kick but by the commentary. I don’t know who he is but I am inspired. Usually when commentators lose their shit over a goal it’s just unintelligible noise but for this guy, it was a dream. And not just any dream.
“This is not just a dream, it’s a wet dream of orgasmic proportions!”
Once he had time to regain his composure, he turned his attention to the replays and remarked: “This has got more curves to it than Jessica Rabbit on steroids!”
I can only imagine how he’d describe Sam’s hair. Probably something along the lines of, ‘An oil drenched wanton hairball that spreads in a Japanese fan-esque semi-circular arched wave‘.
Ok, I’ll confess that this episode was, on the whole, pretty darn good. But just because it was good, doesn’t mean we can’t poke a bit of fun at it. After all, I tease the ones I love and it is the duty of an abridger to not even spare the good, quality moments of the show, but try and figure out laughs to be had from it.
I may not have succeeded, but here’s hoping this season will give me plenty of practice (translation: I want it ALL to be at least as good as this episode.)
And we’re back with a new remix for a new season!
I have a snazzy new layout this year for no real reason at all. I’m sorry.
To recap last season: Sam almost died but Dean arranged for an angel to possess him and we got the amazingly awful pleasure of seeing that. Eventually he wasn’t possessed anymore and he spent the rest of the season looking at Dean as if he’d lost his damn mind. Dean…well, he was sad about Sam and ended up taking on some demonic mark and losing his damn mind – and his life (YAY!!). Castiel is irrelevant at this point, but he did some angel shit and probably lost his damn mind as well.
Basically Sam and Castiel think that Dean’s dead but he’s not. He’s a demon. My YAY!! was shortlived. The day Dean dies for real, I’m going to make a cake. It seems fitting at this point.
Anyway, because nobody cares about the fourth wall anymore, Jensen’s pretty much confirmed what we knew all long. This isn’t the year of Deanmon, it’s three episodes of Deanmon!!!!!!!
Did you really need to start the season off like this?
Yes! This is post #200; a number that sounds impressive, I suppose. It works out to roughly just under 70 posts per year (I’ve been blogging since Dec 2011) which isn’t all that much (which is good!). Still, I guess this is milestone-y and something to be celebrated. I mean, writing about a show I started of disliking and moved onto despising can only be healthy, right? Joking aside, it kind of HAS been healthy. Much healthier than what I was doing before – tweeting up a storm. Though bizarrely enough fans actually kind of liked my hate-tweeting. I suspect it’s because it wasn’t quite hate tweeting then but anyway as I’ve said before me + Twitter = unhealthy. I’m a lot better at not wasting my time on it these days.
This post contains spoilers!!
The Mentalist is one of my favourite shows of all time.
It’s not (and has never been) a perfect show. The mere premise is flawed and the writing has never been amazing. Plots are recycled. The acting is probably just above average. Patrick Jane is pretty much a gimmick; in that love it or hate it kind of way. Despite all of that, the first three seasons of the show are very good. They all follow the same pattern. Procedural episodes mixed with a few episodes central to the main plot of the show – catching a serial killer named Red John who is responsible for the murder of Jane’s wife and child. The best thing about the first three seasons – to me – is the simplicity of it all. Jane and the CBI team solve murders and occasionally there’s a break through in the Red John case. There are clues placed during the first five seasons regarding Red John’s identity, but the show went from things like, ‘he is ma-” being written in blood on a wall next to a victim to an accomplice revealing that Jane had shaken Red John’s hand. A fact that should have been made irrelevant on the basis that Jane had already come into contact with Red John before. That little clue led to the compilation of a list of suspects, leading to the basis of the final showdown between Red John and Jane. The list is the point at which I sort of realised that I kind of didn’t like the show all that much. The fifth season was more serialized than previous seasons and it honestly got really tiring to hear more and more Red John clues, because they clearly weren’t going to lead anywhere by that point.
Or basically the ‘rambling about watching stuff & verbal pet peeves and embarrassing stories post’.
This guy on reddit has been posting about how he hired a hitman on himself and decided to toy with him [the hitman]. I have no idea if it’s true but it’s all kinds of hilarious:
So I’m in some random starbucks in the middle of downtown Las Vegas typing this out for reasons that are beyond me. I guess that if I die I want at least someone to know what happened to me. You’re probably getting the impression that I am scared for my life, but you would be completely wrong. In fact I’m having the most fun I’ve ever had; this is by far the best game I’ve ever played. Now enough of my babbling, let me indulge you on why I hired a hitman on myself.
There are five parts (at my last count) – if you click on his name (murdering_time) and go to the submitted tab you can find the links to parts 2-5.