I Will Not Fake My Way Through Life

Tom o invita la cina pe Lucy, Jack e fortat sa-l roage pe Tom s-o acompanieze pe Kim joi la dineul in cinstea lui Harriet si s-o convinga sa revina la dragostea pentru viola, Matt doneaza o multime de bani pentru a fi insotitorul lui Harriet, iar Danny este rugat de Jordan sa termine cu modul insistent in care o curteaza. Pe scurt, ultimul episod.

Episodul acesta incepe cu discutia ilara dintre Jack si Tom (ultimul fiind imbracat intr-un costum de strugure, necesar pentru repetatia schitei Fruit of the Loom), unde lui Tom, sub pretextul ca viitorul civilizatiei occidentale depinde de acest gest, ii este ordonat sa-i explice lui Kim ca viata unui comedian este una plina de deceptii, respingeri, umiliri, somaj si manie, iar el, sub nici o forma, nu are voie s-o atinga intr-un mod sexual, accentuand faptul ca el va sta la masa alaturata pentru a se asigura de succesul serii. In biroul lui Jordan are loc sedinta despre viitorul serialelor iliterate nescriptate de la NBS, sedinta ce se incheie, spre dezgustul ei, cu decizia ca varianta lor de Iarta-ma! sa inceapa productia in doar cateva luni. Spre fericirea mea, Cal (adorabilul i-bought-you-a-goldfish Danny din West Wing, care a avut un rol prea putin important in acest serial), are un subplot in episod despre cum a reusit sa piarda o vipera veninoasa pe platou, in timp ce incerca sa scuteasca studioul de niste plati suplimentare pentru a filma scena in alta locatie. Dupa o discutie in care il sfatuieste pe Danny s-o lase in pace pe Jordan, Matt il sfatuieste pe Tom s-o minta pe Lucy (zau, ce mi-a placut in Shaun Of The Dead), sa nu-i spuna adevaratul motiv pentru care reprogrameaza intalnirea lor, asa ca Tom ii spune acesteia ca trebuie sa participe la o dineu organizat de NBS. Cearta dintre Simon si Darius continua, cel din urma primind repetat ofense. (more…)

Genial titlul, recunosc, nu pot sa ma opresc din ras cand ma gandesc la acea parodie cu maimutele. Dar hai sa trecem la treburi serioase: recapitularea ultimului episod din VM. In ultimul nostru episod, V a aflat cine responsabil de violurile din campus, iar cautarea era cat pe ce sa o coste viata. Din nou. Deoarece a fost drogata. Din nou. Din nou, din nou. Povestea aia deja incepe sa ma calce pe nervi, nu se invata minte odata sa bea numai din cutii (asa cum fac eu). Asa, deci, ea a reusit sa scape cu viata, desi Moe si Mercer s-au chinuit din rasputeri sa nu fie asa. In acelasi episod am vazut si cum Logan s-a despartit (pentru a cata oara? nu stiu, am pierdut numaratoarea) de ea, numai ca la sfarsitul episodului sa distruga o masina de politie cu o bata de baseball ca sa ajunga in aceeasi celula cu baietii de aur, sa le aplice un pic de dragoste frateasca Jack Bauer style. Episodul se incheiase cu imaginea decanului O’Dell zacand impuscat pe biroul sau. S-a terminat cu mini-arcul-de-mistere, iar pentru o perioada vom avea doar un mister per episod, sa speram ca in s4 totul va reveni la normal.

Wow. Somebody totally trashed this lab, all it’s missing is a hole in the wall with the shape of The Hulk. Someone called Tech Support?

In sfarsit, Mac incepe sa aiba si ea un rol semnificativ! Misterul episodului e furtul unei maimute si unor soareci de laborator (20, mai exact) – animale ce erau folosite pentru teste si apoi ucise. Un mister pe cat de bun pentru a face referinte haioase, pe atat de previzibil. Evident, V este chemata la datorie pentru a rezolva disparitia misterioasa. Pe alt front, aflam ca moartea decanului a fost considerata o sinucidere (nimic mai prejos decat ceea ce asteptam de la ilustrul serif Lamb), dar sotia sa nu crede asta (ei bine, cine nu ar vrea sa scape de vinovatia mortii consoartei care s-a impuscat pentru a scapa de durerea infidelitatii), asa ca se duce la Keith pentru a afla adevarul. In cealalta emisfera aflam ca Logan (whoa, cine s-ar fi asteptat ca unui pusti bogat sa i se intample asta) n-a avut parte de repercursiuni in urma distrugerii masinii de politie, dar inca sufera in urma despartirii cu V, asa ca Dick incearca sa-l scoata in lume pentru a uita de durere. Dupa o discutie haioasa in care aflam ca Dick crede ca Garden State e o carte veche si interesanta, ii vedem pe baieti luand placile si gonind spre valurile perfecte.

Intre timp, Parker incearca sa le convinga pe V si Mac sa se duca la petreceri, deoarece sunt mai pustnice decat niste maicute, iar asta trebuie sa se schimbe (asta venind de la o tipa recent asaltata sexual, ca sa intelegi gravitatea situatiei). In schimb, V si Mac se infiltreaza in organizatia People for Humain Animal Treatment (PHAT) ca sa afle daca acestia au furat animalele, dar tot ce descopera este ca Mac are un pretendent. Dupa alte investigatii, V se prinde (in sfarsit) cine a facut-o si confrunta hotul – tipul care lucra la laborator, acesta se atase de maimuta si nu avea de gand s-o lase sa moara. Ma rog, mai erau pe acolo cateva detalii, nu era totul chiar asa de evident, dar daca ai ochiul format, te prindeai. Dupa o prima intalnire esuata, Mac il invita pe tipul acela la cinemateca sa vada 2001. My kind of girl! Evident, dupa niste scene in care au realizat ca a fost o greseala sa se departa, V si Logan se impaca. Pentru a mia oara. Pe cat de mult imi place tipul, pe atat de mult urasc sa-i vad pe ei doi impreuna.

Dupa ce vede sticla de 40 de ani de whisky pe care decanul o pastra pentru momente fine din viata neatinsa, si mesajul acela cliseat de adio pe monitor, luat din proiectul lui V pentru crima perfecta, Keith se duce in bar, sa incerce subtil sa vada implicatia lui Hank (profesorul de criminologie cu care avea doamna O’Dell aventura) in moartea decanului. Concluzia? A luat cazul, considera ca decanul a fost asasinat!

The title character— a student, progressing from high school to college during the series — who moonlights as a private investigator under the wing of her detective father. Said to be a little bit Buffy and a little bit Bogart, the show balances murder mystery, high school and college drama, and social commentary with considerable sarcasm and offbeat humor.

Seriously, did you even think it was going to take this long for me to hear about it? Ok, ok. I admit. Initially, I thought of it as a chick-flick series, as it where advertised on tv.com and other places, so I payed no interest to the subject whatsoever. A really bad horror movie appeared one day on dvd, so, obviously, I had to watch it. Guess what? It starred the lovely Kristen Bell. Obviously, because of the neccesary, yet superb nudity, I had to find out more about her, thus I wikid her and found out what her show was actually about. Had some doubts at first, I agree, seeing as I’m a lover of the noirs, but hey, if Brick could pull it off, why couldn’t this one? So I got a hold of the first season and watched it. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean watch, I meant savored it. Loved it. Every fracking minute of it. The dark humor, the crazy twists, the great stories, the well drawn characters, everything. I even skipped over the fact that I hate Amanda Seyfried because she’s ugly and talentless. Now, after two days and twenty two episodes later, I bow to thee. I can’t even remember the last time I was this excited about a wonderfully written and acted tv show. Probably last month when I (re)watched two seasons of The West Wing. Or Sports Night before that. Or House before that. Or BSG before that. Anyway, the point is VM is awesome.
Here’s what some great minds said about it:

* Joss Whedon : “Best. Show. Ever. Seriously, I’ve never gotten more wrapped up in a show I wasn’t making, and maybe even more than those. (…) These guys know what they’re doing on a level that intimidates me.”

* Kevin Smith : “It’s, hands-down, the best show on television right now, and proof that TV can be far better than cinema.”

* Stephen King: “Nancy Drew meets Philip Marlowe, and the result is pure nitro.” “Why is Veronica Mars so good? It bears little resemblance to life as I know it, but I can’t take my eyes off the damn thing.”

Now, shush, little ones, let me be, I must convince the prowess night elves that reside in my Ethernet Adapter to get me the second season and whatever aired of season three. Powerful little fists!

Another year has gone by. A year with good things, a year with bad things, a year I’m pleased has passed. I’m not even sure how much I enjoyed last year. Let’s make a few points for each month:

January : In the first days of the year, following a two day hangover, my TV died. After that, my phone died. After that, my hard drive died. (You’re beginning to see a pattern here, aren’t you? :-). In a short amount of time I fixed all of the above (by fix I mean take them to a professional and give him an insane amount of money to fix them. Rejoyceing the days of the school vacation, I started a CSI marathon, rewatching 2 seasons in just 2 days (no, my name is not Doogie, I’m just not that fond of sleeping. It’s really overrated!). Then followed tons of movies, fun with friends, hell at school, my parents’ start of watching Lost, and me being anxious waiting for the trip. Plus a whole lotta movies. A really good month.

February: Scrubs, Friends, Georges Simenon, GG 6×13 (Friday Night’s Alright For Fighting). Great stuff during the first week, I gotta admit. Another two weeks go by, I finish Friends, I almost break a few necks during the 14th (damn your do gooder soul, Mishu!), I finish CSI and I get all excited on the count of me going away soon. I skipped about two weeks worth of school while wasting time around the project, waiting for the trip. Moment to say the Spidey 3 poster came up (you can still check it out here). Plus a whole lotta movies. A great month.

March: I vividly remember the first day of March because I woke up late and arrived just in time for the party at school (cake, flowers, singing, soap bubbles, alcohol great juice). All of which in first period. After that… hanging around at computer sience, laughing at italian classes and eating at the local fast-food. After school I bought a whole lot of flowers and gave them to a lot of girls, condensating the whole first day of March and women’s day, on the count that I’m finally going away. Spent the rest of the day wondering why there isn’t a just-make-chocolate-pancakes-for-the-fella-who-keeps-up-with-her day. The rest is a blur, I remember skipping school the days before departure, the hugs and the have-fun-and-please-bring-me-back-a-bottle-of-Jack messages, the insomnia during the last two days and the watching Jess become a published author episodes of GG. Three outstanding weeks in Sicily followed. Damn, those were some great times. Except for the few disagreements I had with the food at first, I can’t think of a reason why I wouldn’t live there. Amazing scenery, jaw dropping arhitecture, cheap, but great alcohol, some ok chicks, great food (you haven’t lived until you tried cannoli and italian icecream). And then it ended. And I went back home to my quaint little town. The best fracking month of the year. Of the last two years. Of the… anyway, you get the point ;-)

April: Realising you skipped a month of romanian school isn’t pretty. It isn’t pretty at all. I swear to Ares, the list of notebooks I’ve got to copy was longer than the Monolith from 2001. Wrote some articles for school, appeared in a couple of local newspapers, at a local TV station, a inter-highschool competition (which my highschool won thanks to my Truman Capote-esque notion of movies and actors). After that followed a week or two from school – I had to complete reports on what I did in Sicily. It was a Dionisius-awful experience!. School stuff, Edgar Poe, Fritz Lang, The X-Files, GG 6×19 (I Get A Sidekick Out of You). Great stuff. Until I heard the news that rocked my world (and not in that MJ-esque kind of way) – Amy and Daniel Palladino were seriously considering leaving the wheel behind GG. Sadly, the story was true and the final decision was announced weeks later. Plus a whole lot of movies (most of which not at all good). Not a good month. Not a good month at all.

May: the first of May was a succes. Loads of fun. Except the whole me pushing the car at 6am in my PJ’s because it won’t start. That just wasn’t as thrilling then as it is now. Another event was me seeing the trailer of X-Men The Last Stand. Whoa. There were jaws dropping, walls broken, people histerical. It seemed it would be awesome. Unfortunately, I saw the dvd a couple of months later. It sucked. Sucked big time. I miss Singer as the director! Then appeared the finale of season 6 of GG. Which also sucked big time. And I got a note from the principal about the constant ditching of classes. I wonder what that was about :-”. Later in the week, I found The Pixies. Discovery of the century! Plus, Sawyer got some ;-). Another sucky week goes by, another dozen of gut wrenching tests and exams. Then season 6 of CSI appeared on my porch (don’t take it so literal, jeez) alongside the first two seasons of CSI NY. Powerful stuff, both, the NYPD Blue of it’s day. Tests, exams, a whole lot of ditching classes and the final episodes of season 6 of CSI (brilliant cases – nazis, kid prodigies, 18th century weirdos and so on, not to mention the return of the lovely Lady Heather). A whole lot of movies (some pretty good ones too), the finale of CSI, Married with children (including the dazzling and series defining episode – It’s a Bundyful Life. Don’t you trust me? Here’s the intro:

Twas the night before christmas, and all through the house, / no food was a stirring, not even a mouse. / Stockings were hung ‘round dad’s neck like a tie, / along with a note that said “presents or die”. / Children were plotting all night in their beds, / while the wife’s constant whining was splitting his head. / But daddy had money this year in the bank, / then they closed up early, now dad’s in the tank. /… and all of a sudden Santa appeared, / a sneer on his face, booze in his beard. / Santa I said as he laughed merrily, / you do so much for others do something for me. / Bundy he said, you only sell shoes, / your son is a sneak-thief, your daughters’ a flooze. / Ho Ho Santa said, should I mention your wife, / her hairs like an a-bomb, her nails like a knife. / As he climbs up the chimney, that fat piece of dung, / he mooned me two times, he stuck out his tongue. / And I heard him exclaim, as he broke wind with glee: / you’re married with children, you’ll never be free.

Great. Just as I said. A good month. I enjoyed it.

June: The first day of June sucked. Sucked big time. I spent the rest of the week descovering P.J. Harvey, Sam Phillips, XTC, The White Stripes, K’s Choice, Foo Fighters, The Dust Brothers and My Name Is Earl. Great stuff. The week after that I spent alongside JD and the gang, laughing my ass off. Then a weird dream followed (weirder than usual, anyway). For a friend, I answered a couple o’ questions about GG. I finally finished The X-Files, so I started getting excited again about Spidey 3. A really good month (great tv shows and cold beer ftw!).

July: The month started out really good, with me reproving my potential as a great shoulder to cry on. Tons and tons and tons of movies, tv shows, cold beer and hot summer days followed. Therefore, July and August were two fracking great months. September was also amazing, I had the oportunity to watch a whole lot of TV. I did. Did the same thing in October. And November. And December. Huh. Plus three relationships throughout these months, none of which lasted longer then two months (one came very close though). Plus there’s another extremely weird dream. December wasn’t as thrilling as it hoped it would be. No snow. My bigbrother left the country for good to work at a friend’s crate company in Madrid and my best friend went away three weks for the holidays to visit his dad in Brescia. Leaving me pretty much stranded with the rest of the world. At New Year’s Eve, after long debates with myself, I decided I wasn’t in the mood to go to Palazu, Valul lui Traian or at place near Primo, so I stayed home and enjoyed a pot roast, 2 cordon bleaus (or whatever it’s spelled), cake, sweets and half a bottle of Wembley (what?I bought it on Christmas day, how long did you expect it to last? ;-) alongside a Humphrey Bogart marathon (Casablanca, The Maltese Falcon, The Big Sleep, To have and have not, Dark Passage, The treasure of the Sierra Madre). It was awesome!

My New Year’s resolution? Becoming more cynical and self-absorbed, of course!

Yes, I am truly sorry for not blogging, but that whole not sleeping more than five hours a night combined with the Napoleonish-doing-ten-things-at-the-same-time including a great relationship/learning for my exams/for my bac/for my exam at the univ/having a social life/watching tons of movies and TV/trying to conquer the world is exhausting.

No change in the space-time continuum, no nothing, it’s just the same crap all over again. Enjoy!