House? You win. Seriously. I just — win. Lots of win. Will be elaborated on at a later date, also known as “probably tomorrow.” You are my emotionally and somewhat physically abusive rich husband who sleeps around a lot, but God damn do you hit me good.
Eureka? Not as impressed, even though I could hear psychic screams re: Michael Shanks’ guest appearance all the way from New York. You can’t let House beat you. House beats everybody, especially its wife (read: me), so I have to like you more. You’re the strapping, unaware and sexually alluring (yet innocent) pool boy who scoops my leaves, and who always wishes I’d leave my husband and stop drinking so much. You think I’m pretty, and like that I read books, etc. etc.
Bones? ILU!!!! You are my one true friend in this deathtrap, and we do pilates and talk about wanting to bang my pool boy together. Oh, and David Boreanez is so adorable in you, and even more adorable in conjunction with Bones — so adorable that I spent most of the episode making this noise: SQUEEEEEEAK. Also, I loved the moment where Bones finally confronts Booth about how he could have kept Zac from going and — okay okay, I’ll write it up tomorrow. Fine.
Last but not least:
NCIS? I really hate Jenny Sheppard. I also feel really bad for Jean since, and I am not even joking here, for most of the latter half of season four the only bearable plotlines on the show, for me, were the ones about Tony and Jean’s relationship. I wanted them to have unnaturally attractive children together — and okay, come on. I loved the twist about DiNardo. You know you didn’t see it coming, either. In conclusion: will write big OMG treatise soon.
(Oh, and today at work? I started to write something called “How Jane Sheppard Got Her Groove Back.” I think it’s officially time to hate myself.)