The fiance has outdone himself once again: It's a Bubs-o-lantern!
Happy Molliewe'en!
(P.S. Who had the most awesome costume in this year's Halloween toon: Homestar, The Stick or Homsar? I can't decide!)
Violet asks, "What did you mean the other day when you said you don't…do that?" Addison shrugs. "That I don't do that." She pours herself a glass of the dark green stuff she keeps in the fridge for when she wants to distract viewers like me with her oddly colored beverage. Violet is not prepared to accept Addy's claim at face value. "I don't do that," Addy says again, and Vi turns to Naomi: "I feel like she's speaking Czech. Or Mandarin." "I'm not a prude," Addison explains. "It's just…I'm from Connecticut." Ooh, "[to be] from Connecticut" is my new favorite euphemism for abstaining from masturbation! (Not that I had a previous favorite.)Read all about it over at TWoP.
The Official Guide to Mailing Wedding Invitations is the essential booklet that will delight any bride with its style tips, postage guidelines, and size regulations.Ah, yes, how my little bridal brain thrills when I imagine myself properly formatting the addresses on my wedding correspondence! The only thing that delights me more than postage guidelines and size regulations is the wise countenance of the first female legislator to serve in both houses of Congress. I'm off to spend some quality time with Sen. Smith now! I can hardly wait.
There's less promise in Ryan Howard's promotion to Dunder Mifflin's corporate office. At first glance, this seemed like a genius move. Offloading the temp-turned-MBA jackass from The Office's primary setting would free up space for underutilized secondary characters (we love you, Kevin!) while banishing the least interesting one to a supporting role. Turns out that was wishful thinking. A newly bestubbled, technobabbling Ryan is hogging screen time, and it's ruining the show.As they say over at TWoP, word. Less Ryan! More Jan!
Violet...sees an opportunity to bring the conversation around to Cami and her obsession with same. "I don't even want kids, but the thought of my ex's new wife having one? It's making me nuts!" "No, it's better to know. Just get through it," says Addison. Do I even need to point out that this response doesn't track, logically? You know how sometimes the directions you get from MapQuest will tell you to make a turn you can't actually make, because there's no bridge or intersection connecting the roads? That's what the dialogue on this show is like, constantly using imaginary bridges to get from point A to point B.Read all about it at TWoP.
In his office, Cooper examines Erin, taking care not to get her blotchy blue body paint on his ear thermometer. "Was she exposed to any water from a well or spring?" he asks. Mom says no. Cooper kneads his face in despair. "How about antibiotics?" Again, no. In the corner, the three other little girls, huddled in the armchair and clutching their dolls, put their heads together and whisper. "Quiet for Mommy. The doctor's thinking," says the woman, who apparently is the mother of all these little girls? All these very close-in-age, non-identical little girls? Are they quadruplets? Two sets of twins? Do they multiply when Mom's not looking? I don't know, but something about them creeps me out. Even the non-blue ones.Will Cooper save the spooky little girls? Read the whole thing over at TWoP.
Cut to Cooper's office, where Addison is breaking the news to the O'Brien family. "Emily has a serious presentation of Pelizaeus-Merzbacher Disease," she tells them. The (still unspecified) symptoms can be treated with drugs, Cooper adds, but there's no cure, and Emily probably has about five years to live. That's the bad news. Nobody tells them the good news: they could become very well known and sought-after in the field of genetics, because according to the National Institutes of Health, Pelizaeus-Merzbacher Disease affects males almost exclusively. Of course, Addison, with her impossibly long list of credentials, has probably seen cases even the NIH doesn't know about.Go on and read the whole thing.
...Pete chooses this moment to ask Addison whether her moving to L.A. had anything to do with his kissing her. She denies this, of course, but his smugness is not reduced. “You should know it was just a kiss.” Addison’s all, Are we really having this conversation? “It was a good kiss,” Pete recalls. “It was an excellent kiss.” Addison feels that this assumption is “deranged,” and she tells him so. I say, Uh, guys: woman in labor, in case you forgot. And I think, Someone should probably tell Naomi that if she really wanted to run a clinic where “every patient gets our full attention,” it may have been a mistake to staff it with the most self-absorbed group of doctors south of Seattle.Head on over to TWoP to read the whole thing.