It feels like eons since I posted my last water cooler! Wow. In that time, one of my wonderful critique partners, Judy Duarte, finaled in the RITA contest in the Inspirational category for ENTERTAINING ANGELS! It’s a superb book, and I’m incredibly happy that she’s been recognized for her work the second year in a row!
(applause time for Judy)
More applause that SUPERNATURAL is back, please.
Let’s get to the nitty gritty.
I’ve missed those faces. Those shoulders. Those boys.
* Um, that dude on the recliner totally has a hole in his jeans crotch. Sorry, but I noticed.
* Question of the night: If a dead loved one showed up in your living room, would your soft heart melt or would you blow him/her away? You have two seconds to decide!
* Awesome that the cop recognizes Bobby. Smart chick. Also, I never knew Bobby’s last name was “Singer.” I thought it’d be something way more Dickensian like “Demonplugger” or “Crankykickassguy.”
* I just want to know when Bobby’s wife is going to show.
* “You’re a zombie.” “I’m a taxpayer.”
Yup, man, I feel the same way some days.
* And there she is, right on schedule.
* Odd that the milky drool grossed me out more than the brains on the ceiling after Sam dispatched Mrs. Jones. Help.
* I love the Apolo Ohno DayQuil commercial.
* It’s especially sad to watch this because Jim Beaver lost his wife in real life. He wrote a book about it—it’s available from my publisher, Penguin, but I can’t remember what it’s called. Has anyone read it?
* Camera lens blood! Hardcore.
* I hope Bobby hasn’t totally given up on the Winchesters. (My TV feed kept blipping out during this last scene so I hope I didn’t miss anything….)
Next week (Oh, how I love that there’s a next week and we don’t have to wait two more months.): Zach is back.