There's an old saying that goes "you can't get blood from a stone ... and you can't get a two-part reunion out of happiness and smiles."
I wasn't expecting another "Ozymandias," but the slightly mechanical "Felina" wasn't quite what I was expecting.
Annnd we're back at the aptly named Moxie Salon ("a force of character, determination or nerve") where Teresa is summoning all of hers to shut Penny down. "You wanted to destroy [Melissa], not me," Penny reiterates.
"Walt uses his drug fortune to resume manufacturing of the reliable and dependable Pontiac Aztec."
We open with Melissa and Joe in the bathroom, which is a fitting setting for all the sh-- they're talking. They've got a really bad taste in their mouths -- and this time, it's actually not from the self-tanner they ingest.
The man loved his family, and still does, but were they ever more important to him than trying to be top dog? No.
Often touted as "Inside the Actors Studio for songwriters," JLSS is in fact a totally unique enterprise, based around the concept that good music with meaningful lyrics will ultimately build a community.
Though Teresa obviously orchestrated a hot mess of rumors and lies, Penny says that it's all over now. "She asked me to squash it" she says seriously, as if this is her day job and she's handing in her final report.
Every time you thought things couldn't get worse, they did. Every time you thought the lowest point had been reached, it hadn't been. There was more. It kept coming.
The shocking event spoke to a sincere desire to connect the Sons of Anarchy to something bigger than their own concerns.
On the last night of the trip, alcohol (the ultimate therapist) helps convince the "Real Housewives of New Jersey" gang that they had a great time.
Well, summer is over, folks, so now it's time to hang out with our real best friend: Television. I'm always interested in what could be the next big show, and even interested in a show that is not only big, but actually good.
When Survivor first premiered it was the first show of its kind; real people competing in a social and physical environment and eliminating one another to win a large cash prize.
Within the first 60 seconds of watching Kevin Spacey give his speech at the Edinburgh Television Festival, I exhaled as if I had been on trial for five years and the jury just found me not guilty.
The group is off to their "horse healing." I'm picturing a pony dressed up in a saucy Dr. Quinn Medicine Stallion outfit, but the session is a lot less sexy.
Everyone starts their day commenting that Blue Team is no longer at the camp. This must also have been the morning that Kirsten showed everyone how to make toothbrushes from sticks, since we all have dumb branches in our mouths.