Called it: NorCal is still playing Belle hot and cold and she swears him off at least once a day. I’ve been trying very hard not to scream “I TOLD YOU SO” at the top of my lungs, because she’s still talking to him and I’ve a feeling he’s not totally out of the picture yet.
Other than that, I’m biting the bullet and succumbing. The Writers’ Strike has to end, because it has started to seriously affect my judgements and principles. I watched Cashmere Mafia for the second week in a row…and I would like to apologize (while making it simultaneously clear that I will probably be watching it again next week unless the gods take pity on us mere mortals). I miss Pushing Daisies…will the inhumanity never end?!
Small Dog Syndrome 
Writer’s Strike.
hmm.
*BRILLIANT* idea! Mediocre Aspiring Fiction Writers are NOT on strike…and thus while you’re mourning the absence of decent television, you can read Show…and take out all you rage in critiquing to shreads. More is written and ready whenever the current segment is attacked.
Nice blog, by the way. I applaud the lack of “Lolzz!” etc.
Hope you enjoyed the shameless plug!