Oh, TV. Also: LoNoWriMo

Yeah, that's right.

Now, Glee, we must have a heart-to-heart. I get that you're afflicted by the Ryan Murphy. No, really, I get that. He is probably to blame for the interpretive-pregnancy-dance set to James Brown from the other week. That shit was weird, I'm just saying. And I feel like sitting SOMEone down, I'm not sure who, and talking about how Bohemian Rhapsody was a BAD FIT for the whole labor thing.

But, see, show--do you mind if I call you 'show'? I mean it lovingly--you are filled with the most earnest of earnest adorable emotive faux-teen actors. I mean, the faces they were making in the finale. I had to physically restrain myself from pinching cheeks that were not actually in the room with me.

So what I'm saying is...you're not so much on the plot. Or the characters, really. As they say [sing] in Damn Yankees, "You've got heart." Out the wazoo. You could do ANYTHING--don't tell Ryan Murphy I said that--and I would watch if you did it with those kids.

Also. Thank you for being on so far into summer. You almost seamlessly transitioned me to USA's summer season and it has been KILLING me waiting for Psych to come back.