I HAVE RETURNED! After a short hiatus for literally no reason other than my own laziness, I have returned to review once more! Oh, the joy that must be rippling through the internets at this very moment!

I HAVE RETURNED! After a short hiatus for literally no reason other than my own laziness, I have returned to review once more! Oh, the joy that must be rippling through the internets at this very moment!

According to Google, a balalaika is “a guitar-like musical instrument with a triangular body and two, three, or four strings, popular in Russia and other Slavic countries.” It’s these:
I’ve learned something today.
This episode starts where the last one ended, with Lorelai and Spacey Grandpa on the porch discussing Rory’s future. Spacey Grandpa doesn’t like that Rory is planning tea parties like she’s the Mad Hatter. I’m assuming he means this Mad Hatter:

HEAD CANON ACCEPTED!
I am so far behind on these reviews. You know what the worst thing about being an adult is? Your weekend becomes “errand time” and you have to do all your shit at once so you aren’t stuck doing it during the week. We did all our shit today because tomorrow we’re going to Wondercon. GIVE ME ALL THE COMIC BOOKS (not like I need anymore – I have a huge stack I need to read.)
Anyway, let’s start this episode with a healthy dose of fat-shaming and big foot shaming courtesy of Lorelai!

This episode begins the way all good things begin – with Pop-Tarts and accidental nakedness. As a dedicated Never Nude, I myself have never been naked. However, I do love a good Pop-Tart and I assume people with good bodies like to get naked now and then, so these two things must be amazing when combined. What is the best Pop-Tart for nakedness? Strawberry frosted? Unfrosted blueberry? Something more unorthodox, like S’mores?

LAST EPISODE OF SEASON 5! :Puts first two notes of Etta James’s “At Last” on a constant loop and dances around the living room:

It’s Oscar night. Or day, since it’s the afternoon. I’ll watch. I like to tweet assholish things about the ceremony in real time because I think I’m funnier than I am.

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