“Cold Grey Light of Dawn,” True Blood: In Pictures

Last night, everyone had some burning, yearning feelings inside them. So let’s go make up some fire puns after the jump.

“I Wish I Was the Moon,” True Blood: In Pictures

In this episode, everybody hurts. So let’s all go be emo basketball shorts vampires after the jump!

“Me and the Devil,” True Blood: In Pictures

This episode was all about dreams and movement. Everyone wouldn’t stop moving. So let’s catch up after the jump.

“I’m Alive and on Fire,” True Blood: In Pictures

Alright, alright, alright. I didn’t recap last week’s episode because it was a lot too rapey for me. And too terrible to talk about. But mostly too rapey. Usually I don’t mind the divergences from the book, although it would have been better if amnesiac Eric had been naked like in the books, but the change in the Hot Shot plotline from the books is just gross. In the books, the people in Hot Shot are insular and certainly different, but they are not the garbage monster stereotypes they are on the show. Anyway, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s go behind the jump for this week’s hopefully less-rapey doings.

“If You Love Me, Why Am I Dyin’?,” True Blood: Recap Canceled

No recap this week. I tried, I really did, but the grossness of this episode, particularly the last scene in Hot Shot, defeated me. Also, Lala needs to rest. I checked the rules and it seems that I reserve the right to cancel one recap each season. It’s right there in the bylaws, underneath the heading “Not The Maryann Kind.” So I’m canceling this one!

[One bright spot of this episode–ASkars, you sir, are brutally hot.] Anyway, I’ll be back at the regularly scheduled time next week. Auf wiedersehen!

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“You Smell Like Dinner,” True Blood: In Pictures.

Turn off the lights, would ya, and join me after the jump…

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“She’s Not There,” True Blood: In Pictures.

Hi, everyone! Like Tanis said in the last post, we’ve been very busy–I was tornadoed!–but now we’re back! This will be a bit on the abbreviated side, because I am v. sick. But anyway–

When we last left Bon Temps, some stuff had happened. Who can remember? Oh, I do. Fairies! Fuckin’ fairies. So let’s do it, ja?