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“The Office” Recap, Season 8, Episode 13, “Jury Duty”

Howdy, all! Your weekly Office recap. NUMBER SEVEN I KNOW RIGHT. I totally rock this. Now, this week was about jury duty, and that made me sad immediately, because listen, I would kill at jury duty but I never, ever get called for it. A., I’m judgmental, B., I like to listen to things, C., I like to get out of work, D. I like to feel like I’m important, E. I like true like crime, F. I like to argue. It’s like jury duty was MADE for me. So a whole episode about jury duty just made me think about what I’m missing. NEW YORK STATE. You are missing out on the best juror that possibly ever jurored, here. TAKE ME UP ON THIS.

The Office
Season 8, Episode 13
“Jury Duty”

In brief: Jim just got back from a week at jury duty, but we find out that he actually was dismissed halfway through the first day and spent the rest of the week helping Pam at home with the kids. Dwight smells a rat, and ferrets out the truth (there are a lot of animal metaphors in there, awesome) and Andy says if Jim is a liar, he’ll fire him, but then he backs down. Of course he does. He’s Andy. The whole office is furious at lying Jim until Pam brings the kids to the office and they act like kids, with screaming and such, and they all send Jim home early because they are horrified at the screamery. Angela had her baby with the gay Senator a month early, so Gabe, Erin, Kevin and Oscar go to the hospital to visit her. Only, the baby is HUGE. And not at all a preemie. And she tells Oscar that she and the gay Senator had sex a month before the wedding. When Dwight shows up (to talk to Gabe about getting Jim fired, before the screamery occurs) and Oscar spills the beans about the non-preemie status, he puts two and two together and gets “Angela and I totally screwed a month before her wedding.” He storms the hospital room and peers at the baby, who he is convinced is a Schrute. This makes him put a daddy and me bumper sticker on his car. THIS WILL NOT GO WELL YOU GUYS.

Times I laughed out loud in this episode: 10

1. Kevin having the “right month, wrong year” in the Angela’s-baby birth pool
2. Kevin thinking it would be hysterical if Angela’s baby was born black
3. Kevin’s inappropriate response to how fat Angela’s baby is (“You didn’t prepare me for this, Oscar!”)
4. Oscar’s glee in Angela’s baby being not premature and the Senator being gay (“I don’t even know which thread to follow!”)
5. Dwight seeing his baby for the first time (“You will lead millions! Willingly, or as slaves.”)
6. Dwight’s comment about being the father of Angela’s baby: “That baby is a Schrute. And unless somebody taught Mose sex, that baby is mine.” (Someone “teaching Mose sex” made me both squirm AND giggle gleefully.)
7. The Senator’s obvious discomfort with breastfeeding
8. Creed thinking Pam was Angela
9. Creed desperate to have baby Philip suck on his finger, and Pam quickly putting the pacifier in his mouth instead
10. Dwight telling the nurse to cancel the circumcision and the nurse saying “We’re…still going to circumcise the baby”

Times I wanted to punch someone: 2

1. Andy, for being SO EFFING BAD AND ANNOYING AT LYING
2. Andy, for saying no one every lied to him before (um, you were engaged? To Angela? Who was sleeping with Dwight at the time? No? Not ringing any bells?)

I kind of liked this episode a lot. As you can tell by how many times it made me laugh. The jury duty thing was not the best (possibly because of my jury duty bitterness, WHY NOT ME COURT SYSTEM), but Dwight being a dad – awesome. I do hope that the show doesn’t forget this all happened. The show has been doing that a lot lately, introducing awesome plotlines and just dropping them completely, which is annoying. What happened, for example, to the horrible social network Ryan invented? Or Dwight’s relationship with Pam’s friend from the wedding? Or the temp’s crush on Jim last week, if we want to be more recent? But if they keep up with it, I think this could be awesome. I always did like Angela and Dwight together.

“Jury Duty,” on the Creed Scale, gets:

Creed flying his roof-helicopter! Good job, guys. “Teaching Mose sex” gets a total thumbs-up.

And on a scale of one to ten Creeds, this episode gets:

Creed smoking a damn HOOKAH. Because that’s how Creed rolls.

Nice job, Office writers! I approve! (Notice there was NO Robert Effing California in this episode? KEEP THAT UP THANKS.)


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Recap: Revenge, Season One, Episode Thirteen, “Commitment”

Well! Hello, my Revengeaholics! Listen, I just checked? And this is our last episode for TWO WEEKS. I know! What are we going to DO after today? Probably get our own revenge on people/things in our lives just to fill the gaping hole, right? I personally plan on getting revenge on the sun. It keeps waking me up on Sundays when I want to sleep in. YOU’RE ON NOTICE, SUN.

Revenge
Season One, Episode Thirteen
“Commitment”

Last time: Emily got revenge on the gossipwriter who lied to her about her father and published a scandalous tell-all book about him and also set the stage for Whorebag’s inevitable downfall; Whorebag made Ah-Duhhhh Jack whirl her away to Atlantic City; and Emily finds out that Charlotte is her SISTER in a totally NOT AT ALL SHOCKING turn of events. What will happen what will happen?????

OK. THIS WEEK. Aw, Emily invited Nolan over to watch the video about Charlotte being her sister. Their friendship is adorable, you guys, seriously. It makes me want to pinch both of their cheeks twice. I like that she needed someone there to prop her up a little, even though she’s totally hard, and she has Nolan for that, and Nolan, who’s never had anyone, has someone now. This makes me happy.

Emily says her plan is to send one of the tapes to the Greysons, so they can bear the brunt of figuring out if it’s true or not, and plant the rest on Whorebag, so it looks like she torched the Gossipwriter’s abode last week. Nolan, BECAUSE HE HAS A HEART, is all, “Um…you just found out you have a sister. This isn’t…affecting you? At all?” Emily’s made of REVENGE AND STONE. It does not move her. NOT AT ALL.

Victoria and wee Daniel blather on about Greyson Global’s money and how Victoria can get some in the divorce and my eyes glaze over because SO SO BORING. Victoria tells Daniel that since it looks like she’ll be getting the money, he won’t have to marry Emily after all! Whew! Whew, right, sonny? But wee Daniel’s all, “Mooooom, I looooove her!” Victoria bitchfaces at this.

Emily “warns” Whorebag that Gossipwriter’s home burned down and that Victoria probably did it to frame Whorebag and Whorebag should TOTALLY get out of Dodge. Whorebag’s not having it. She wants to stay and make sweet, sweet love with her brainless lover-man.

Conrad tells Bawston Declan and Charlotte that he’s paid for BOTH of them to attend prep school; all Bawston Declan has to do is pass the entrance exam. I guess this is to buy Charlotte’s love, and to piss off Victoria? Someone delivers him a flash drive. He wonders, “what could this be?” Hmm. I wonder, Conrad. I do so wonder. At a big meeting o’the lawyers, Conrad plays the flash drive: oh! Surprise! It’s the interview with Emily’s dad! And Conrad tells Victoria that if Charlotte doesn’t pass the paternity test? OH HELL TO PAY BABY. Victoria’s lawyer is PISSED she didn’t tell him this latest development. Victoria schemes and schemes and comes up with the best plan: invite Whorebag over for tea!

Emily puts the tapes in Whorebag’s stuff. Jack catches her but believes her tissue-thin lie as to why she’s there. BECAUSE HE IS STUPID YO.

Whorebag is effing up left and right at the luncheon with Victoria. First she eats strawberries, which the real Amanda is deathly allergic to. Then she licks off a COMMUNAL SPOON (ugh, so gross) and leaves it on her plate, and you KNOW Victoria was all “hey, lawyer, test that shit for DNA” as soon as she flounced out. Victoria accused her of sending the flash drive and torching Gossipwriter’s house; Whorebag was all “whatever, biznatch” and stalked out all whorey.

Paternity test is back. Guess who’s NOT Charlotte’s dad? No, not Ozzy Osbourne, but he’s probably not her dad, either. CONRAD. CONRAD IS NOT HER DAD.

Conrad tells Victoria she either takes a little amount of money or he takes her to court and tells the world that she’s a terrorist’s whore and that Charlotte’s a terrorist’s child. Ashley hears all of this, and is furious at herself that she was sucking up to the wrong Greyson all summer.

Whorebag starts to tell Jack too much, but Nolan overhears and puts a stop to it by making a mess at the bar and then tells Whorebag to shut her pie-hole, if she knows what’s good for her. Only nicer. And sexier.

Conrad hates Charlotte now and tells her she has to go live with her mother. Sweet, stupid Charlotte runs weeping into the night.

Daniel proposes to Emily in the rain. She says yes. I gag a little. They tell Victoria. She totally restrains herself from carving Emily’s eyes out with her fingernails, it’s very adult of her.

Ashley tells Jack and Nolan that Emily is engaged. They are both upset for different reasons. A disgusting biker hits on Whorebag, and she somehow restrains herself from screwing him on the bar in front of everyone, so I guess everyone is growing and maturing a little, isn’t that nice?

Wee Daniel tells his dad he’s engaged. This turns into an argument about Victoria. Conrad’s all, “ASK YOUR MOM WHY SHE’S A WHORE.”

Charlotte comes to Emily’s to look for her brother to comfort her. She finds out about the engagement and is all “I’ve always wanted a sister!” Oh, poor, sweet, stupid little fool. Emily hugs her. It’s actually kind of touching, if Emily wasn’t mostly stone and ash inside.

Whaaaaat? The lawyer brings back the DNA tests, and they say that Whorebag IS Charlotte’s half-sister, making her Amanda Clarke? What the holy hell?

Whaaaaat? The disgusting biker is upstairs at the Stowaway, stealing all the tapes that Emily worked so hard to plant on Whorebag! Jack walks in and biker thoroughly kicks his ass! Whorebag and Nolan find him! They are SO UPSET!

Nolan, who listen, really likes Jack, because he’s the heart of the series, storms over to Emily’s, all “YOU DID THIS WITH YOUR TAPE-PLANTING” and when she finds out that Jack got hurt, she gets very teary-eyed.

Emily! Meets the lawyer! Secretly! THEY WERE IN CAHOOTS YOU GUYS! She yells at him for allowing Jack to get hurt. He tells her she almost dropped the ball with the DNA test on Whorebag, but good thing he was able to switch the info so her DNA was tested instead. Wheee! The lawyer tells Emily that even though he believes in her father and always has, this might be going too far. Emily gets teary again.

Emily tells Whorebag everything – well, mostly everything – playing up the “if you stay here, Jack will be in more danger” thing. Whorebag rides her painted pony into the sunset, without telling comatose Jack goodbye.

Wee Daniel insists on the truth from Victoria; she implies Emily’s dad raped her. Wow, that’s not at all horrible and doesn’t at all diminish what happens all the time to real rape victims THANKS VICKI.

Emily tells Nolan she’s going to tell wee Daniel she’s not going to marry him, because this has gone too far and there has to be a better way. Nolan approves and attempts to comfort her; she tells him not to touch her, which made me giggle.

Ah-duhhhh Jack finds out Whorebag left. The camera shows us there is ONE MORE VIDEOTAPE under the bed dun dun dunnnnn.

Victoria puts the videos in a safe. (So she did hire the gross biker? OK…there must be more on those tapes she doesn’t want anyone to see…)

Daniel tells Emily that his poor, poor mom was raped by a terrorist. Emily’s response? “How about a June wedding?” IT IS ON LIKE DONKEY KONG VICTORIA.

Two weeks, Revengians! Plenty of time for all the plotting! Try not to miss me too much!


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“The Office” Recap, Season 8, Episode 12, “Pool Party”

Howdy, all! Sixth Office recap. Holy all things shiny. This is a momentous occasion. Now, I was immediately on guard this week, because anything with the words “pool” and “party” make me stabby. I hate swimming. And parties. And…well, let’s just say that I left the episode feeling justified in my weirdo beliefs.

The Office
Season 8, Episode 12
“Pool Party”

In brief: Robert Effing California is apparently a rich guy and has a mansion that he is selling now that he is getting divorced. Kevin’s all, “you should invite us over to a pool party at your mansion!” and for some reason, Robert Effing California does so. At the party, all kinds of stupid things happen. Jim’s the only one who’s not an asshat, and he tries to leave early, only he gets roped into a tour that takes most of the night and involves Robert Effing California whining about all the things he never got to do in the mansion while Gabe and Ryan compete like little suck-up Shih-Tzus for his attention. Erin finds out that Andy might still like her, so spends the night trying to make him jealous by pretending to be flirting with Dwight. Andy loses, then regains, his heirloom engagement ring with which he may or may not be proposing to his girlfriend who is still totally too good for him. Darryl is embarrassed to take his shirt off in front of Val; Kathy the temp seems to be wanting to climb Jim like a tree; Robert Effing Creeper California takes all of his clothes off; and Andy and Erin share a moment, after he is shamed by Dwight.

Times I laughed out loud in this episode: 4

1. Dwight and Stanley planning on eating those gross left-out meatballs
2. The fact that both Dwight and Erin think that smearing potato chips on each other’s faces might be construed as sexy times
3. Jim running over all the shrubbery in his haste to escape the party
4. Creed, for playing the guitar and wearing a tiara

Times I wanted to punch someone: 4

1. Andy’s stupid family, for giving him an engagement ring but only after they took out the stone (although, considering they gave the stone to his brother, and his brother is JOSH GROBAN, who I love love love, I kind of get that)
2. Gabe, for having Korean porn on his iPod
3. Robert Effing California, for getting naked (ew ew ew ew)
4. Myself, because this was one of those episodes where I randomly found Dwight hot (I KNOW. I DON’T GET IT EITHER. I THINK I’M BROKEN.)

NEW CATEGORY!

Times I “awwww”d: 1

1. Dwight telling Andy he was an idiot

This episode was annoying on like, a multitude of levels. These people hang out too much; no office hangs out this much. Andy and Erin: STOP DICKING AROUND ALREADY YOU ARE ANNOYING THE SHIT OUT OF ME. Robert Effing California has outweighed his welcome; writers, please, please, PLEASE make it stop. Gabe and Ryan were bothering me. Phyllis and Kelly were the height of stupidity. Kathy’s going to be in love with Jim now? That’s where we’re taking this? Really? I don’t approve. SO MANY THINGS WERE BOTHERSOME. Seriously, show, you are pissing me off. JUST STOP IT.

“Trivia,” on the Creed Scale, gets:

Creed making the “slitting your throat” gesture with his finger. This episode was the worst, you guys. Total turd sandwich.

And on a scale of one to ten Creeds, this episode gets:

A SAD PANDA.

It got NO Creeds on the Creed scale. It got a SAD PANDA.

Seriously, Office writers, WHAT ARE YOU DOING. Come on. Stop it. FIX THIS.

Happy week, you guys, happy week! Love your faces! SMOOOOOCH!


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Recap: Revenge, Season One, Episode Twelve, “Infamy”

Howdy, Revengians! This was totally a week to be reckoned with, no joke. I can’t even. SO MANY THINGS HAPPENED. I know, right? Are you totally knocked for a loop? Thought so. I wasn’t, bee tee dubs. I totally saw this all coming. Sort of. That’s because I was meant to be a rich person. IN MY BLOOD. I’m pretty sure I was switched at birth with a rich person, so any day now, my real parents are going to show up all “here is your inheritance” and then I’ll take you all out for scallops or something.

Revenge
Season One, Episode Twelve
“Infamy”

Last time: wee little Daniel had a wee little birthday only he was all “wah wah I don’t want a FUSS” so he had a clambake which may or may not have been a euphemism for something filthy, I’m still not sure. At the clambake, Tyler showed up and tried to shoot people with a gun with no bullets in it until he was tackled by wee Daniel my hero ooh ahh. We found out Victoria was a social climbing liar, and Tyler cut my boyfriend Nolan with a knife (UNACCEPTABLE.) Tyler’s out of the picture and has been framed for Ginger Frank’s murder, so all is well in Revengtonia.

OK. THIS WEEK. Emily’s reading a book about her father’s case that totally looks like one of those horrible gossipy things you see for sale in the remainder bin three days after they’re published. Wee Daniel comes in all “let’s move to the City together after the summer’s over, baby darlin’ dear” and she’s all “Oh, but I am an old-fashioned maiden and could NEVER until I am MARRIED live with a FELLA” and that’s the dumbest excuse but his brain is as small as his body so he’s down with it.

The author of the book – played by Roger Bart, also known as Bree’s weirdo dentist ex on Desperate Housewives and one of the gay men on that awful reboot of The Stepford Wives with Nicole Kidman and also he’s a Broadway stahhhh, baby – is giving a reading in the Hamptons which Emily and Nolan and all the town are attending because what else are they going to do, I guess, it’s not like they could…oh, I don’t know…DO ANYTHING THEY WANT THEY HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO OWN THE WORLD. Afterward, Emily drops the bomb she lives in his subject’s old HOME, dun dun dunn, and also prods Nolan to introduce himself. Gossipwriter is SO EXCITED because he wants to write the story of hot Nolan. I thought also he wanted to lick hot Nolan, but I’m reading up on this and I’m the only one who got any gay subtext here. So probably there’s a gay man in me trying to get out. I’m ok with that.

Whorebag wants Jack to close the bar and take her to Atlantic City (whenever I hear the words Atlantic City I get music from the show Ragtime in my head, which is another sign there’s a gay man in me trying to get out, I suppose.) Jack’s all “ah, DUHHHHH, Amanduhhhh, I can’t do that, I gots a job I gots to do” and she’s all “YOU’D DO IT FOR EMILY THORNE HUFFFF!” I love the Whorebag more every week, if by “love” you mean “want to throw her off the pier after being sure the water is stocked thoroughly with sharks.”

Victoria tells Gossipwriter he needs to find out why Whorebag is back in the Hamptons. He’s all, “What? NO. That is INAPPROPRIATE!” and she’s all, “I MADE YOU I CAN BREAK YOU” and he’s all “Yep, sorry, Lady Victoria. Right on that.”

Emily watches an old interview clip of her father and Gossipwriter, where Gossipwriter pretended to be her father’s friend so that he could BETRAY him. Well! I’m guessing none of this ends well for you, Gossipwriter. Just guessing. I mean, Emily’s enemies have gotten off so lightly until now.

Gossipwriter visits Whorebag to talk to her about the past. Whorebag, who does not HAVE that past, has no idea who he is or what he is talking about.

Victoria meets her ambulance-chasing lawyer, who tells her that now that they have the prenup situation ironed out with lies, Conrad is attempting to get her shares in the company taken away from her. BUT, if wee Daniel talks to his pops, maybe HE can get HIS shares sooner! This is a very good idea and not at all destined to fail.

Bawston Declan and Charlotte are coming back from visiting her prep school. Why Bawston Declan went with her as if they are an adult couple is as-yet unknown. He’s being a child and all “WAH WAH YOU WON’T HAVE TIME FOR ME” and she’s all, “Um, I can attend school and also date you?” but he’s not having it. Charlotte? Probably you can do better. Just a tip from me to you.

When wee Daniel tells his daddy he wants his share in the company, his daddy turns around and puts a stipulation in the will he has to be thirty or married to get it. This is one kick-ass trusting awesome family, you guys. Conrad’s lawyer’s all, “Um…he’s in a serious relationship, he might marry Emily?” (even though they’ve known each other, what, a month now? 6 weeks?) and Conrad gets schemey-eyes over this. Hmm.

Emily and Nolan visit Gossipwriter, who VERY INTELLIGENTLY tells them, in a span of like thirty seconds, he a., doesn’t have a computer, so no backup of any of his stuff, only the one hard copy; b., has a glass case full of never-before-seen info on Emily’s dad, c., is a pretentious asshole. I made that last one up. But he name-dropped John Cheever, so it was totally justified.

Whorebag’s whoring it up at the Stowaway, doing bodyshots and making out with the customers and shit. Emily shows up. This upsets the Whorebag. Who totally has feelings underneath all those STDs. Emily convinces the Whorebag to do the interview with Gossipwriter while she’s Cyrano de Bergeracing in her ear. Whorebag! You are whorey AND easily-led!

Nolan and Emily are at the shooting range and Nolan is bad at it because he is a fey adorable gay man and Emily rocks at it because she is kickass. She explains that Gossipwriter lied to her as a child, and made her believe her father was a criminal, so she’s going to GET HER REVENGE on him. I like that they tied the TITLE OF THE SHOW into what’s happening today.

Conrad attempts to whore wee Daniel out to a woman he thinks is more suitable than Emily. Which is confusing, I never knew he disliked Emily, but whatever, doesn’t matter, wee Daniel’s wee manhood only stands at attention for Emily, anyway.

Charlotte finds Declan asleep with a copy of Paradise Lost, which I assume is a concession to stay relevant to her at prep school. She kisses him, tucks him in, and makes a shitload of noise. He doesn’t wake. At this point, I yelled at the television, “Charlotte! I think he might have been poisoned! Call 911! There’s no way he slept through that!” but she didn’t answer me.

Emily and Nolan Cyrano Whorebag up. She goes through an interview with Gossipwriter. It’s surprisingly bland, but seems to make him feel bad that he ruined her life. So, good, I guess. I was hoping for more fireworks, though.

Victoria makes Ashley tell Emily that Daniel has to marry her in order to get the company, so if he were to ask her to marry him right now, IT CERTAINLY WOULDN’T BE OUT OF LOVE NO NO NO.

Gossipwriter tells Victoria he wants to tell THE TRUTH. Victoria’s all “I WILL BURY YOU.” Emily hears it all. DUN DUN DUNNNN. But he doesn’t come clean at the reading, so Emily’s got to do some revengin’. I mean, it can’t be avoided now. Nolan totally has a hissy fit that Gossipwriter didn’t come clean, but Emily didn’t think he would. She tells Nolan to keep him away from his place for a bit. Because she has revengin’ to do, baby. ALL THE REVENGIN’. Gossipwriter and Nolan take off, Emily skulks into his house, and skullduggery ensues. She steals the videos, burns down the place with the Whorebag’s cigarettes and lighter, and takes the eff off into the night like a ninja. She then goes to wee Daniel’s for all the sex, to establish her alibi. Ah, her Japanese mentor taught her well, grasshopper.

Ah-duhhhhh Jack decides he’s too stodgy, closes down The Stowaway, and takes Whorebag to Atlantic City. (“Sea and salty AIIIRRRRRR!” Sorry. Ragtime. Sorry.)

When Gossipwriter and Nolan come back, Gossipwriter totally soap-operas a “nooooo!” when he sees his place in flames. Nolan sexily sexes a “bad girl.” I can be bad, too, Nolan. Want to see?

The next morning, Emily’s watching an interview Gossipwriter did with her dad. In it, her dad reveals that CHARLOTTE IS HIS. Yep! Emily’s got a SISTER!

OK, here’s the thing. I knew something like this was going to happen? But I thought maybe Victoria would be Emily’s mom. Who IS Emily’s mom, by the way? Has she ever been mentioned? What’s going on with that? There aren’t any women, other than Victoria or maybe that friend of hers who did the swandive off the roof a while ago, who are old enough to BE her mom, so the big reveal’s not going to be all that stunning. WHAT IS HAPPENING.

I actually watched the preview, but all I remember is Emily hugging Charlotte. Which could mean a lot of things, not only that she reveals her true parentage and her true identity. DON’T USE YOUR JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS MAT YOU GUYS.

Happy week! Remember, always keep your powder dry and your revenge revengey!


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“The Office” Recap, Season 8, Episode 11, “Trivia”

Welcome back from the holidays, everyone! Time for our fifth Office recap. I hope you’re ready for some awesomeness. Because I know what you were thinking, going into this week’s episode. “This is going to suck, I hope I have enough alcoholic beverages to sustain me.” Oh, wait, I was the only one who thought that? I might have a drinking problem? Shut it, Slappy.

The Office
Season 8, Episode 11
“Trivia”

In brief: Robert Effing California made Andy promise to get the sales figures up this quarter. Andy’s been buying a shit-ton of paper himself to do so, but he’s out of money, and out of storage space for the paper, so he closes the whole office (THESE PEOPLE NEVER WORK EVER) and takes them all to a trivia contest where the prize is $1,000 so they can meet the sales figures. They break into three teams – the A team, the B team, and the loser team – and guess who wins? Yep, the loser team, consisting of Meredith, Erin, Kevin, and Kelly, whose random knowledge of nonsense (and perviness) really pulls through. In the meantime, Dwight goes to Florida to convince Robert Effing California to hire him for a manager’s position down there, but Robert Effing California puts him off and makes him pitch to creepy Gabe instead (who is working every other day in Florida, and every other day in Pennsylvania, which is the funniest, yo.) Dwight strong-arms Gabe into bringing him (Dwight) to Robert Effing California’s home, where he pitches himself to the weird puffy weirdo, but Robert Effing California tells him the job is beneath him, even though it’s totally a lie, and if there’s anything that Dwight understands, it’s that he’s better than all the things.

Now, apparently, people online thought this episode was the suck? But I totally thought the trivia plotline was hysterical. And honestly, I wasn’t even drinking. THAT MUCH. So either I’m broken, or I just like things without Robert Effing California and Creepy Praying Mantis Gabe in them.

Times I laughed out loud in this episode: 9

1. Kevin’s Koolaid-man “Oh, yeah!” at his candy bar
2. The fact that Gabe is so inconsequential he’s being forced to commute, DAILY, between Florida and Pennsylvania, because NO ONE WANTS HIS CREEPY ASS IN THEIR OFFICE
3. Kevin thinking he belonged on the “A” trivia team
4. The “just have fun” team trying to brainstorm what blind people might have on their mind (“dogs!” “canes!” “darkness!”)
5. Ryan’s phone situation (“I just want to be with my PHONE!”) (Seriously, this is totally me, and I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes)
6. Kelly knowing an NBA answer because of the Kardashians
7. Erin ringing the trivia bell without knowing the answer
8. Robert Effing California’s weird wrestling thing going on in his apartment
9.  Kevin knowing the French film because Marion Cotillard is naked in it and he’s a pervy perverson

Times I wanted to punch someone: 1

1. The writers, for not taking advantage of the opportunity to have Creed make some sort of awesomely funny answer at trivia.

I don’t know WHY I liked this episode so much! I’m reading people’s reviews online and people are all “I HATED THIS SO MUCH I WANTED TO DIE” but I don’t know, it totally entertained me! I mean, sure, the Robert Effing California and Creepy-Ass Gabe parts were painful, but they always are, right? I just do something else then. I liked the trivia thing! And it totally gets so many points for the Ryan and his phone part. I am Ryan when it comes to my phone. I am TOTALLY Ryan. I’m going on vacation in three months and I’m already all “what the hell when the plane tells me I have to turn my phone off? I won’t like that AT ALL.”

“Trivia,” on the Creed Scale, gets:

Creed trying to get something for free out of the vending machine. I know there wasn’t enough Creed? And I know the writers totally dropped the ball? But this is awesome, and you should see it.

And on a scale of one to ten Creeds, this episode gets:

Creed hiding for some reason behind a fridge. I don’t know, I just like it. Why’s he hiding behind the fridge? HE’S CREED. He doesn’t need to give you an explanation, damn.

Happy week, everyone!


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Recap: Revenge, Season One, Episode Eleven, “Duress”

Well! Welcome back, Revengaholics! I hope you had some shiny old holidays! Lots of fruitcake eaten? Lots of figgy pudding consumed? No? Ok, fine, no one eats figgy pudding, gotcha, no problem, figs weird me out anyway. But anyway, so we’re back to the Hamptons, and Emily’s totally revengey plans! Did you miss it? I did. But mostly just Nolan. And all the bitchface looks. I do so like a good bitchface look.

Revenge
Season One, Episode Eleven
“Duress”

Last time, before the holidays happened: the Whorebag was kind of making Jack suspicious because she didn’t remember enough about when they were, oh, I don’t know, SIX, because everyone remembers every minute detail of when they’re six; Victoria starts divorce proceedings against Conrad using Emily’s dad’s old lawyer dun dun dunnn; Nolan and stupid evil Tyler have a breakup; Daniel promises to help his Mommy with the divorce because he’s so tied up in her apron strings he’s about to strangle; and Nolan and Emily have a fight which is upsetting, everyone stop being mean to my Nolan.

OK. THIS WEEK. It is almost wee little unattractive Daniel’s birthday. Poor little rich-boy is all “Boo hoo Mommy’s going to want to throw a SHINDIG for me, Emily, what will I DOOOO” and Emily’s all “Have her throw a clambake, but don’t tell her it was MY idea” on the outside, but on the inside, she’s thinking, “I kind of want to shiv you, you ungrateful toolbag.” Conrad shows up and attempts to make amends with wee Daniel (by promising he’ll fire Tyler, yeah, right, not with him having the whale camera, Conrad, you jackass), and Daniel’s all “Yep, love you, Daddums!” but really he’s playing both sides of the fence, and calls his mom up right after and says “I’m on YOUR side, Mommy Dearest, don’t you EVEN WORRY. Also, I’m clambaking it this birthday see ya bye.” Victoria’s cool with the first half of that sentence and slow-burn furious about the second. Also, totally PS, but I think “clambaking” should be a euphemism.

Emily goes to Nolan’s (aw, squee) and says she looked up friendship on the interwebs (loved her long time for saying interwebs, I can tell you right now) and that when friends fight, you’re supposed to say “I’m sorry.” But she doesn’t SAY “I’m sorry.” Because she’s Emily. She and Nolan spar a bit about the Tyler situation (Nolan’s tracking him via a GPS in his phone) and the Whorebag situation (Emily’s got her on the backburner for the time being) and Nolan says that he really only ever wanted to help Emily and her dad. He reminds her, as she leaves, she never really SAID those two little words. She does. And seems to mean them. Which was nice, and I was happy. I love me some Nolan.

Conrad and Victoria and their mutual lawyers sit down for a tete-a-tete about the divorce. It’s about as entertaining as watching paint dry. But we do find out that Victoria signed a prenup, although her lawyer wants it thrown out as she was under “duress” at the time – she was pregnant. (And, BTW, all she wants is the beach house and a bunch of their art and full custody of Charlotte – I assume these are all the things that Conrad wants most, because why would she want things that wouldn’t hurt him?) Victoria, later, tells her lawyer that she wasn’t pregnant at all at the time; she was faking it, then faked a miscarriage. Are we sensing that maybe the Lady Victoria was a social climber? Hmm.

Conrad attempts to fire Tyler by calling his bluff until Tyler describes the content of the whale camera. Conrad looks like someone stole his best G.I. Joe when that news comes out. I mean, listen, I hate Tyler the most, but I do like to see Richie Riches get their comeuppances, so I’m torn.

Emily goes to Victoria for a photo so she can give wee Daniel a photo of the two of them together the day they met as his birthday gift, because it’s a clambake, and what do you give the man who has everything but a photo because it’s totally personal and won’t he just LURVE that? Victoria bitchfaces it up. As a comeback, Emily informs Victoria she’ll be inviting Whorebag to the clambake. This makes Victoria very pale, and flashback to macking on Emily’s dad, back in the day. We’re supposed to think she really did love him, right? Because that’s the vibe I get.

Emily steals the whale camera from Tyler’s shit (way to just leave your insurance around, dummy) and finds an empty pill bottle for antipsychotics. Ooh! A few creative phone calls and she finds out he’s wanted by the cops. Aah! Tyler returns once she’s snuck out, realizes the whale has returned to the ocean, and starts throwing shit around all soap-opera-y. Very exciting! Nolan tracks down Tyler’s brother, a doctor, and makes plans to fly him to the Hamptons to pick up Tyler, efficiently whisking him out of the picture. Neat as a pin, right? RIGHT. There is no WAY this can go wrong.

Then there’s lots of “everyone finding out, mostly through Emily being nefarious” that Tyler’s a looney. Victoria. Conrad. Daniel. Ashley. Daniel goes after him, because HE IS A MAN. A wee, wee man. He confronts Tyler, and Tyler – I think? this was odd – hits on him and invites him to run away to California with him. I’m sorry, Tyler, which part of HE IS NOT GAY didn’t work for you? When nothing comes of this burgeoning love affair, Tyler gets all huffy and stalks out.

Jack and Emily have a little thing on the beach where he tells her “ah, duh, I loves me some Amanda, yo, she’s what I been waitin’ for my whole liiife” and Emily gets all stompy and sad. Ugh. Seriously? None of these men are good enough for you, my revengey goddess. Well, Nolan’s close.

Emily calls Nolan and invites him to the clambake, which is cute, until he turns around and TYLER IS IN HIS HOUSE WITH THE KNIFE. Here’s my question – what happened to his bodyguards? He decided he didn’t need those anymore? Odd. Nolan thought Tyler was on his way to California, because he was tracking his cell – but Tyler, one step ahead, shipped his cell to California AHEAD OF HIM. Ooh! He hacks Nolan up a little with his knife (in my home, “YOU PIECE OF SHIT, TYLER, NO CUTTING NOLAN!” was yelled), then ties him up and heads to the clambake. Time for some clambakin’! Some murderous clambakin’!

For his birthday, Emily gives Daniel – seriously, I almost vomited – a collection of “poems that reminded her of him she’d been collecting since the day they met because he feels like hoooome to her” and the photo that Victoria found for her. He is charmed. I am nauseated.

Nolan is tied to a chair and is struggling to get free and is bleeding and groaning and where the hell is that bodyguard? Tyler’s brother shows up and frees Nolan. Welcome, deus ex machina! Nolan calls Emily to warn her, but TYLER IS THERE AND ANSWERS HER PHONE. Oh, this is NOT going to end well.

At the clambake* (*possibly a euphemism), Conrad weasels up to Bawston Declan to try to get Charlotte even more firmly on his side in the divorce. It’s vomiticious.

Victoria, never one to let her son’s girlfriend outshine her, gives wee Daniel an even BIGGER and BETTER scrapbook for a present. Emily goes in to get the cake after muttering “Very original.” Hee.

Ooh, Tyler is inside with Emily’s gun! He just wants the webcam, but she doesn’t know he knows she has it, and she pretends she doesn’t. HE IS NOT AT ALL AMUSED. Also he’s off his meds and is probably seeing pink elephants right now. Emily totally plants dead ginger Frank’s cell into Tyler’s pocket, so he’ll get framed for that murder. She’s always thinking, that one.

Tyler makes Emily bring the cake out, then makes everyone play a game at gunpoint, called, no, I’m not kidding, “Truth or Die” (gag) and waves the gun around and acts like a general buffoon and I totally wanted SOMEONE to get killed already. Hopefully Tyler, or Bawston Declan. Nolan shows up with Tyler’s brother before any questions get answered, and this distracts Tyler long enough for wee, wee Daniel to save the day with a wee, wee tackle. Huzzah!

Nolan and Ashley make friends because they were both in love with a crazy person full of crazy, so that’s adorbs.

And the ambulance-chasing lawyer tells Victoria – who, we find out, WAS poor when Conrad married her, this makes her oh-so-much-more layery, like a bitchfaced cake! –  he found someone willing to fake that she WAS pregnant when she signed the prenup, and DID miscarry. Yippee! Divorce ON, biznatches!

So there’s that. I didn’t watch the preview. I don’t remember why. I think probably I was checking Twitter or some such nonsense, that’s usually the reason I’m not doing anything at any given time, to be honest.

’til next week, my little Hamptonians! Happy revenging!


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“The Office” Recap, Season 8, Episode 10, “Christmas Wishes”

Fourth Office recap. I KNOW IT RIGHT. The last time I stuck with something this long…I don’t know, I can’t remember that far back. Are we ready to rumble? Yep. We totally are. Well, I am. I don’t know about you. Are you? Are you ready to rumble?

The Office
Season 8, Episode 10
“Christmas Wishes”

In brief: It’s Christmas at the Office. You know what that means! The person in charge acting like a gigantic asshat, wearing a Santa costume, and an inappropriately boozy Christmas party. Seriously, this office doesn’t ever, ever do any work. Oh, also, there’s a literal asshat. No, I’m not kidding. Andy puts on a HAT with an ASS on it. A real ass. NO NOT A DONKEY. It’s embarrassing. So Andy decides, as office Santa, he can grant everyone’s wishes. Meredith wishes for a designated driver. Stanley goes on a rant about hating Kwanzaa, fueled by Lewis Black. Robert effing California shows up for the party, wearing a velveteen tracksuit, or some such shit, and begins forcing everyone to drink. You know. Like your CEO does. Andy’s girlfriend shows up. She’s lovely, and too good for Andy. Darryl invites Val, and tells her it’s fancy dress, only he meant, don’t show up in your warehouse uniform, and she took it as, dress like a movie star because DAMN did she look hot. Darryl feels badly, and leaves, only to come back wearing a tux. Yowza. There are some major sparks flying then. Robert California gets little wee Erin totally blitzed, and she passes along her Christmas wish: that Andy’s girlfriend is dead. In the ground. With worms coming out of her mouth. She pretty much screams this wish to the top of her lungs right in the middle of the party. Andy = not at all amused. When Andy finds out that Robert is bringing Erin home and is looking at her like a starving man seeing a McRib, he follows behind in Meredith’s van, but seeing that nothing happens between them gives Santa his Christmas wish, and he drives lushy Meredith home with a shit-eating grin on his face. Oh, and Jim and Dwight attempt to prank each other and make it look like the other person did it so they can gank each other’s Christmas bonus. And there’s a porcupine in a desk drawer at one point.

That was a lengthy recap, but a lot of shit went down in this episode, yo.

Times I laughed out loud in this episode: 9

1. Kelly not knowing what Hindu Christmas was
2. Ryan’s knowing nod at how awful the Black Eyed Peas are (am I the only person left in the world who actually enjoys the Black Eyed Peas to some extent, BTW?)
3. Dwight’s prank that involved sending flowers to Pam from Jim
4. The whole porcupine in the desk drawer thing (her name was Henrietta! And, “quilled!” Hee!)
5. Jim saying maybe he defaced the photo of CeCe “by accident”
6. Creed rocking out to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra
7. Kelly having Kardashian viruses on her computer
8. Kelly attempting to ruin Jessica’s good time by accusing her of farting (and then being so proud of her, Kelly’s, plan)
9.  All the shit in the back of Meredith’s van and her fury when it all fell out

Times I wanted to punch someone: 3

1. Bet you can guess. Yep, you’re right. Robert effing California.
2. Both Andy and Erin. Repeatedly. But mostly Andy.
3. Andy for putting on that asshat.

I actually liked this episode a lot. A lot of solid laughs, only a little of the stupid. But here’s the thing. I know, I know, I know. A show loses its verve once the couple gets together. It’s already nowhere near as good, now that Pam and Jim are together. But Andy and Erin? GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. You two are in love; you’re meant to be together; I barely remember why you broke up, and it’s obvious YOU don’t remember. This is silly, it’s embarrassing, and it’s totally the most tiresome. STOP IT. Also, I feel bad for Jessica. First, why is she dating stupid Andy? Second, she’s just going to get hurt. Annoying all around.

But this gets extra points for the porcupine. Not a lot of Creed, but extra porcupine-points.

“Christmas Wishes,” on the Creed Scale, gets: 

Creed dressed as Dracula. I don’t know. There wasn’t a lot of Creed, but I don’t feel like I should deprive you of something as awesome as this.

And on a scale of one to ten Creeds, this episode gets: 

Creed dressed as Osama bin Laden. This is my Christmas present to YOU, my little Office drones. Enjoy the break! Best wishes! Merry merry, happy happy, all that jazz, jazz HANDS, even!


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“Revenge” recap, Season 1, Episode 10, “Loyalty”

Welcome to another edition of Nolan is the hottest thing on television since both True Blood and Game of Thrones aren’t currently airing! (Eric and Tyrion, of course, do you even have to ask? Sheesh. Although I totally have a thing for Jaime. Not going to lie about that.)

Down to the nitty gritty! I know I’m totally late about this. It is the HOLIDAYS. I was trying to write CHRISTMAS CARDS. Speaking of which, I’m pretty sure I wrote “Have a happy and healthy 2011” in a few of those cards, which I have since sealed so I can’t check and see. So I told people to have…what…a happy and healthy last few days of this year? That’s nice. That’s helpful.

Revenge
Season One, Episode Ten
“Loyalty”

Last week, Whorebag and Jack started falling in love and Whorebag told Jack she is THE REAL AMANDA and it was all rainbows and kittens and such; Emily’s secret Japanese businessman mentor showed up in the Hamptons and he was vaguely hot in a sexy Japanese businessman way; Charlotte and Bawston Declan continued being clandestine underage lovaaaahs, Tyler douched it up by stealing Nolan’s credit card and then got caught by Ashley kissing Nolan dun dun dunnnnn; and Nolan invested a bunch of money into Grayson Global, supposedly to get back at Tyler somehow, but my gaydar is picking up it’s because he’s the saddest, loneliest panda in the whole zoo.

This week THIS WEEK.

Emily is training with the Japanese mentor? I don’t know, whatever, it’s all very odd. They are going to learn some karate (say that to yourself like Ross said it on Friends, it’s better) and also he gives her some life lessons, it’s stupid, whatever.

Victoria is cat-and-mousing with stupid, stupid Ashley. All, “hey, back to calling me MS. Grayson, what the hell, underling, oh, wait, can you get my darling baby boy to move back in? You think you can? Aw, what the hell, sparkling sunshine, call me VICTORIA.” Then she watched Ashley leave like Ashley was the last hors d’oeuvre on the platter, seriously. It was the most awesome and also a little off-putting. Stupid, stupid Ashley then runs into her stupid, stupid boy-toy Tyler, and stupidly, stupidly accepts a dinner date with him when he tells her that he is NOT BISEXUAL HE IS AMBITOUS. Oh, Ashley. I knew some “ambitious” people in college, too. They are now married to other “ambitious” people, because in New York, that’s legal, and they have adopted adorable babies. My excuse was I was 18. What’s yours? Please don’t fall for that line, ok?

Whorebag trots her whorebag self into the Stowaway and Sammy the Zombie Dog wants to eat her face because he hates strangers. BECAUSE SHE’S NOT AMANDA, JACK. Instead, Jack thinks his ancient zombie-dog has gone senile, and ignores the fact that “Amanda” also doesn’t remember her favorite food or when they first met all those years ago. Her excuse? “Trips down memory lane are SOOO PAINFULLLL JAAACKKK” although imagine that said in a Russian accent. (And why, exactly, does Jack not notice that his lady-love is now Russian? Eh, he’s Jack, he also probably wouldn’t notice if a sumo wrestler walked into the bar and started licking his cheek.)

And now for the sad-panda Nolan section, Part One. Emily and Nolan! Confront! About Tyler! Emily! Wants Nolan! To stop the investment he made into Grayson Global! But Nolan, because he thinks it is the WAY to his little gigolo’s HEART, is very waffly about it. Emily notices that Nolan has a sex tape on his laptop, so downloads and steals it. Uh-oh, Nolan. I think the love train’s about to get derailed. Emily tells teeny, tiny, wee Daniel, who looks smaller and less sexy every episode, about the sex tape at breakfast. Aw, Nolan. Love’s about to come to a screeching halt for you, my blonde Viking warrior.

Stupid midnight cowboy Tyler (he’s SO not a midnight cowboy, he’s like a 8:45pm cowboy) stops in to see Nolan and tells him they should get away somewhere together. Aw, you GUYS, the look of tentative happiness on my poor sad lonely Nolan’s face is HEARTBREAKING. I love him so much. I want to buy him a big drink from Sonic and take him for a long drive where we talk about life and shit. Alternately, I want to lick him from head to toe. I’m good either way. Let me know, Nolan.

Some weird ambulance chaser approaches Victoria about representing her in the upcoming divorce. That was random. Then Daniel tells his mom “I WANT TYLER TO MOVE OUT HE’S SHADY” but his mother’s all “NOT UNTIL YOU MOVE IN” and there’s a lot of rich-person chest-puffing and it’s silly.

Emily stops by the Stowaway and has a moment, first with Jack (“Ah-duhhh, you’re a really good person, Emily, you know that?” Gah, gag, shut up, Baby Huey) then with Sammy. Jack is getting SUSPICIOUS, yo. And if JACK is getting suspicious, any other person would pretty much see a neon sign pointing at Emily’s head saying “THIS IS THE REAL AMANDA YOU GUYSSSS.”

Emily gives the Whorebag an old diary so she can better impersonate her. I don’t know if there’s an ulterior motive here? But I was so hoping there would be blatant lies in that diary. Like, “Dear Diary, today Jack and I played doctor and I saw he totally had the same parts under his swimsuit as I do! LOLZZZ” but nothing’s come of it yet. Oh, and Daniel met the Whorebag. He does not like her. I think she probably reeks of stripper pole and tanning oil, to tell you the truth. I wouldn’t like that, either.

Oh, apparently I missed this last week, my guess is I was musing about Nolan and what pretty babies we’d make, but Bawston Declan and Charlotte are planning on getting an apartment together. Jack finds out and he’s all “um…you’re 17? So, no.” Bawston Declan DOES NOT LIKE THIS TURN OF EVENTS AT ALL. Neither does Charlotte, but they are TOTES IN LOVE, Y’ALL so it’ll all work out. Damn, those cray-cray kids. Charlotte also gets in a teen snit-fit fight with her mom and moves in with her dad.

Daniel, Japanese Businessman, and Emily go to dinner, ostensibly so Daniel can get him to invest, but really so Emily can talk in Japanese to the businessman about her plans and schemes, because she’s really going to invest her apparently inexhaustible fortune in his name. The businessman thinks Emily’s eyes are not on the prize, but instead on the tiny dancer sitting at the table with them. Emily’s all “no no no” but the businessman leaves in a very classy huff.

Daniel tells Conrad about Tyler gaying it up with Nolan. Oh, no! says Conrad! We shall not have any gays gaying it up at Grayson Global, bringing in huge commissions! He fires Tyler, but Tyler says if he thinks that’s a good idea, he will tell the world, THE WHOLE WORLD, that Conrad and Victoria framed David Clarke. Conrad looks like he swallowed a sweatsock! It is kind of awesome, I have to admit.

Having read the top-secret diary that apparently wasn’t even nefarious, Whorebag goes to Jack and they reminisce about sea-glass collecting and share a moment and it’s all very disgusting and Russian-strippery and I don’t even want to deal with it and instead want to vomit ‘til I’m sore.

Tyler confronts Nolan all “what the hell with the sex tape, bra, that’s not COOL” and throws his laptop into the ocean and tells him that he’s now going to go back to being as lonely and pathetic as he always was. NOLAN MY POOR SAD PANDA. Aw. But Tyler stole the whale camera, and on it is some evidence that he can use for blackmail purposes against the Graysons. I don’t think his life expectancy is too long, to tell you the truth, here.

Daniel decides to move back in with his poor, lonely momma. Japanese businessman comes back AGAIN and is all “EMILY YOU HAVE LOST ALL SEMBLANCE OF VENGEANCE” and then huffs off again. Dude, the huffing-off quotient this week was phenomenal. Daniel and his dad have a fight because Conrad won’t fire Tyler and won’t tell Daniel why (um…I’m a little confused why Daniel’s such a crazy-ass homophobe, to tell you the truth, who cares that your supposed best friend slept with Nolan?) and then goes home and rants and raves to his mom all “I HATE DADDY SO MUCH MOMMY SO MUCH” and it’s very childish but Victoria looks like the cat that ate the cream. Until Daniel lets it slip that AMANDA CLARKE (aka Whorebag) is back in the Hamptons. Then she ALSO looks like she swallowed a sweatsock.

Nolan goes to Emily’s and yells and yells at her all “what the efff” and “why you stealing my sex tapes yo” and “I was your friend” and “your daddy wouldn’t have liked this behavior, not at all” and she actually cries a little. So she’s not made of stone, that’s nice. But aw, Nolan. Such a lonely little eccentric millionaire, yes?

FINALLY, Emily flashes back to her father’s lawyer. Guess who he was? No, guess. NO GUESS. Yep. The ambulance-chaser. Guess he wasn’t so random after all dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnn. And he refused to help her dad with an appeal. Guess who’s getting a big red X on his face next, Lawyer Larry?

HIATUS FOR THE HOLIDAYS! I hope Emily gets to eat some pumpkin pie or something, damn. She needs some pie. I’ll feed Nolan some pie, if he wants. ALL THE PIE.

‘til January, my little vengeance-driven friends!


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“The Office” Recap, Season 8, Episode 9, “Mrs. California”

Are we really on our third Office recap? That is FANCY. Probably we should have drinks or something to celebrate. No, I’m not asking you out for drinks. Go get your OWN damn drinks. I don’t go out with just ANYONE, you know.

The Office
Season 8, Episode 9
“Mrs. California”

In brief: Robert California has promised his wife (played by the utterly scrumtilescent Maura Tierney) a job at the office. Only he doesn’t want her to work there. So he tells Andy UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES HIRE MY WIFE. Then he brings her in and tells Andy, in front of her, “Here’s my wife! Hire her!” So Andy, completely torn between insane lunatic Daddy and super-smoking-hot and also very, very nice Mommy, hires her, then Robert tells him he has to find a way to fire her, so there are confrontations and treating her poorly and it’s all very, very embarrassing and slapsticky and I wanted to punch people in the faces multiple times. Also, Dwight starts a gym with the funniest equipment ever (DEDICATED PHONE BOOK RIPPING STATION!) and Jim, to escape the insanity, climbs to the roof, where he finds Creed, randomly flying a tiny remote-control helicopter. Oh, and Mrs. California asks Andy out, and he accidentally accepts. Like it would EVER be an accident anyone would accept a date with Maura Tierney. Seriously, the woman just battled cancer and won and she STILL glows like a star on high. SO GORGEOUS YOU GUYS.

If someone reading this wants to pass along that I’m obviously the best in the whole world at writing recaps and should be paid major coinage for doing so, that’d be great. Thanks a bundle.

Times I laughed out loud in this episode: 8

  1. Creed’s knowledge of suicide cults
  2. “Dwight Schrute’s Gym for Muscles” and the gym equipment therein (Darryl calling it a scene out of Saw V was awesome. And TRUE.)
  3. Dwight telling Darryl he would make him buff for Val Kilmer (with only a moment’s hesitation)
  4. Dwight saying that being a mom was the easiest job in the world
  5. Andy trying to scare Susan off by getting Dwight talking about his “ranking of animals”
  6. Robert trying to make a fake call to Andy by pretending he was his grandmother and Andy incapable of even that tiny amount of deception
  7. Erin planning on how to scare Susan away by giving her the bad stapler
  8. Jim climbing on the roof, finding Creed and his tiny helicopter, telling Creed “I was never here!” and Creed agreeing, but then saying “But what about your friend?” BECAUSE CREED IS ONE LONG AWESOME ACID FLASHBACK YOU GUYS.

 Times I wanted to punch someone: 1

  1. Always, ALWAYS, effing Robert California, seriously.

This wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever seen. The whole “Andy! Is incapable! Of making! An adult decision!” thing? Totally annoying. But I really, really have a lady-crush on Maura Tierney. And she looked AMAZING. So that was nice. And the whole Dwight Schrute’s Gym for Muscles was awesome and hysterical. And there was a decent amount of Creed, comparatively! And since Pam’s on maternity leave, we don’t have to deal with that whole “I’m in FAKE LABOR!” nonsense, and that was nice. Overall, if you ignored the fact that it was Robert California-heavy (and it WAS, it totally WAS, ugh, ANNOYING), it wasn’t a bad episode, all-told.

“Mrs. California,” on the Creed Scale, gets:

 

CREED DRESSED AS A MUMMY. This was a very good episode, Creed-wise. Remote-controlled roof helicopter flying! Suicide-cult knowledge! Seeing people that weren’t there! Yahoo!

And on a scale of one to ten Creeds, this episode gets:

 

CREED DRESSED AS THE JOKER FROM THE DARK KNIGHT. Why? Because I’m awesome, it’s awesome, and who doesn’t want more awesome in their lives? YOU’RE WELCOME AMERICA.


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Recap: Revenge, Season One, Episode Nine, “Suspicion”

Welcome back, Revengians! Totally exciting episode this week, right? Lots of Nolany goodness. Just like I like it. I’d like to be the meat in a Nolan sandwich, actually. Sorry. That’s probably not what you’re supposed to say in a recap? I don’t know. I’m not like an official recapper person. Start paying me, interweb, and I’ll totally stop with the sexual innuendo about Nolan and use terms like “Freudian” and “thematic” or something, I don’t know. But for now: I want to see how many licks it would take to get to the center of Nolan’s Tootsie Roll pop.

Revenge
Season One, Episode Nine
“Suspicion”

OK, last week, Whorebag showed up after murdering hot ginger Frank, hit on stupid Jack, who remained idiotic, and refused to leave the Hamptons because she thinks she is friends with Emily or something, I’m not sure because she’s not a very good actress. Also, Emily was rude to Nolan (grrr), Lydia is recuperating at Victoria’s house and regaining her memory, Charlotte and Bawston Declan are making noise about maybe getting it on someday even though they don’t seem old enough to have developed hormones yet, Tyler and Ashley are being poor and schemey, and Daniel moved in with Emily. Whoo! This show is FAST-PACED, you guys!

OK. THIS WEEK. Whorebag is BACK AT JACK’S and he’s all “ah-duhhhh, wanna come on my boat mystery woman?” Also, sometimes she has a Russian accent? I’m confused about the Whorebag. So she spends pretty much the entire effing episode all lathered up in suntan oil in a bikini on Jack’s boat. Yeah. That’s totally fun for no one. Well, Jack seems to dig it. But Jack also probably thinks that Hagar the Horrible is the funniest cartoon in the paper. Both Nolan and Emily try to convince the Whorebag it’s time to set sail (no pun intended since she spent the entire ep on a boat), but the Whorebag’s all “nuh-uh, no way, I LIKE IT HERE BIZ-NATCHES” and she’s staying put. She likes stupid ol’ Jack and his stupid ol’ face, I guess. Whatevs.

Randomly, Emily places this top-secret phone call, all “I NEED YOU NOW” and a very handsome Japanese businessman shows up and gives her some thinly veiled advice about revenge. It was confusing. I don’t know why Emily has all these weird minions.

Victoria’s totally roofie-ing Lydia into submission, only Lydia’s smartly cheeking the pills and getting kind of tired of being a flower in the attic. Conrad finally sacks up and steals away with Lydia in the dead of night. That was awesome, because I love when people cross Victoria. She gets a VERY exciting bitchface on. It’s totally soap-opera. LOVE.

Victoria decides that she doesn’t want her daughter seeing Bawston Declan (and listen, that’s a good call, if he’ll pretend he’s from Boston, what else will be pretend) so she goes to the Stowaway and she tries to buy him off. He is only wearing a towel. IT IS THE WORST. Because I think we’re supposed to be thinking of him as a sexual being? And he looks TEN, you guys. He’s PREPUBESCENT. Am I too old for this show? Anyway, Bawston Declan and Charlotte totally continue to see each other on the sly. LISTEN DECLAN AND CHARLOTTE. That seems hot? It totally does? But in the long run, you’re going to look back on this and headdesk. You really are. TRUST ME YOU GUYS. I’ve been there. I had a Bawston Declan. He ALSO seemed dangerous and awesome and my parents were all no no no. Guess what? THEY WERE RIGHT. Run AWAY, Charlotte.

Tyler steals Nolan’s credit card during one of their trysts (even typing that makes me throw up in my mouth a little – not because of the gayness, because NOLAN IS TOO GOOD FOR TYLER) and buys himself all the swanky clothes and also buys Ashley a pretty dress. This makes Nolan alternately sad and angry. Nolan confronts Tyler, and Tyler kind of apologizes and also tries to sleaze up on Nolan (ugh, GET OFF TYLER YOU GROSS THING) and then tries to get Nolan to invest in something over at Grayson Global so he can look like a big man with Conrad. THEN Nolan leaves him ALONE (aw, NOLAN! You’re letting your penis think for you!) and Tyler steals that speech that Lydia wrote outing the Graysons for all their wrongdoings. DUN DUN DUNNNNNN. When Nolan tells Emily, she is PISSED. What a bitchface gets made! And she’s totally all “I CAN’T BELIEVE I LET A CHILD DO A WOMAN’S JOB NOLANNNNN” and that’s upsetting. Leave poor Nolan alone.

Oh, and also there’s a stupid beach volleyball game that I think we’re supposed to think is hot and we’re supposed to be all “la la LOOK AT DANIEL’S HOT ABS” but he’s so effing SHORT! Whatever. Where’s Nolan.

Then, THEN OH THIS IS THE BEST, at the investment party, Nolan goes to invest so he can get the speech back, and then tricks Tyler into kissing him. (Which, let’s face it, was totally hot. I pretended Tyler wasn’t there, which made it hotter.) GUESS WHO WALKED IN ON THE KISSING YO! Yep. Ashley! So she’s all “Whaaaaa? I am SHOCKED SHOCKED” and ran out and Tyler’s all “oh, no, no, baby, come back, I’m ALL THINGS to ALL PEOPLE, I DO what I have to DO” but she’s having NONE of it. And throughout, Nolan just stands there with a little smirk. I LOVE NOLAN. Here. I will give you a photo because that moment deserves it.

Anyway, finally Tyler kind of gets through to stupid, soft-headed Ashley, and she goes home and talks to Victoria and rats out Emily to her a little, and they are FRIENDS now. This can’t be good.

ALSO, and this is the WORST, Whorebag and Durrr Jack were on the boat and Whorebag’s all, “I know you, Jack, because I AM AMANDA” and they had this tearful kiss and she’s all “I WANTED TO COME HOME TO YOU MY LOOOOVE” and then he traipsed her to Emily’s all, “Hey my new ladylove wants to see the house she used to live in, ah-durrrr, so that’s cool, right, Emily who I loved 14 seconds ago, duhhhhh?” EMILY DID NOT LIKE THIS AT ALL.

This is all very exciting. VERY EXCITING YOU GUYS. I don’t remember what was on the previews. I think I got distracted by something. Probably Emily’s bitchface. Or Nolan’s total hotness. I’m not quite sure.

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