recaps

If you were in the market for some Eric+Bill slash fiction fodder or some nudie pics of Frank Sobotka, last night's True Blood did not disappoint.


You really can't blame her for being pissed off.

Did you watch True Blood on Sunday? The Authority made an appearance (creepy kid and Christopher Meloni included), Tara lost it all over Sookie's house, and Sheriff Andy reminded us that "assmunch" is an underused insult. And (thank Lilith!) Pam was still wearing that kitty cat sweatsuit! Looking good as always.


Don't mess with Meloni.

Did you watch the season premiere of True Blood last night? Just when I thought nothing could distract me from my post-Mad Men ennui...



Have I told you lately that I love you?

Like Harry Crane in search of a new office, last night's season finale left us wanting more.


Move over, parachute company.

Where to start with last night's Mad Men?

What an episode! We laughed, we cried, we called for Pete Campbell's head on a platter, and then we cried some more.


Seriously, somebody kill this guy.

The Christmas episode of Mad Men put us in a holiday mood:


And by "holiday mood" we mean a state of Don-and-Joan-induced euphoria.

We're thankful for last night's episode of Mad Men—whipped cream, Manischewitz and all.


Nobody wakes Don Draper up on a Sunday just to throw their failures in his face.

Last night's Mad Men had us reaching for our Sylvia Plath books, our Gilmore Girls DVDs, and our tubs of Cool Whip.


Okay, maybe not the Cool Whip.

Last night's Mad Men blew us away!


You know what we mean.