Weekly Wrap-Up: A Mixed Bag

What we loved:
How I Met Your Mother—Not a Father’s Day. Robin and Ted playing the angel and devil on Lily’s shoulder. Drunken Lily zooming around with a fire extinguisher and a rolling chair.

Chuck–Chuck and Casey’s hilarious, uncomfortable, and unhelpful lip smack. Did something else happen in that episode? We forget because we were laughing too hard.

Iron Man–Let’s ignore the fact that ameliebee is late to the party and celebrate the fact that she showed up at all. It was fun and entertaining and we both thought Robert Downey, Jr. (or as we like to call him, Jeffrey Dean Morgan) did a wonderful job as Tony Stark. Neither of us really felt Gwyneth Paltrow as Pepper Potts, and we pegged John Malkovich Jeff Bridges as the bad guy the second his bald head popped up on the screen.

The Office–Drunk-off-his-ass Oscar. “Call her! Call her! No, don’t call her!” “Why won’t you do Andy?” Dear Office producer-type people: We need more Drunk Oscar. He’s our favorite flavor of Oscar.

What we loathed:
How I Met Your Mother–Another cab ride and still no Ranjit? Boo.

Pushing Daisies–To be precise, we loathed the total lack of Ned, Chuck, Emerson, and Olive for the second week in a row. ABC, if you cancel this show because you can’t be arsed to promote it, you deserve all the rotten pie that will surely be sent to you.

What we’re indifferent about:
Chuck–Jill. We don’t love her, we don’t hate her. Right now, we nothing her.

Weekly Wrap-Up: All Things TV

1. The Office was cute last night, but it felt off. Although we loved Michael’s “It squeaks when you bang it. That’s what she said.” moment. And how cute are Holly and Michael? Too bad David Wallace (Hi, David Wallace! Nice to see you! You’re awesome!) is going to bust them like a pinata.

2. Supernatural was okay, but not the best of the season. However–HOWEVER–it did end on an awesomely funny moment that we will watch over and over and over again. Some clever person over at TWoP has christened it “Thigh of the Tiger.” We think that’s brilliant.

3. Pushing Daisies is getting better and better as the season goes on. Getting backstories on Olive last week and Emerson this week really helps balance out all the focus on Ned and Chuck. Thanks to Emerson, we learned a new way to make friends (Hi. My name is Blah Blah. Do you like blooby-bloo? I do, too. Let’s be friends!), which is a nice follow up to his lessons in how the mind works from two weeks ago: “Do you understand how a head works? Do you? Because very time you say something I got to think it. You say ‘Monkey in a bellhop suit driving a car,’ I think ‘Monkey in a bellhop suit driving a car.'”

4. Chuck also continues getting better this season. We have to find a way to book DJ John Casey and DJ Mad Dog Carmichael for a party. Poor Sarah/Jenny/Katie/whatever her name is. Also: she beat the crap out of Nicole Richie. That makes us really happy, and probably a little mean. Also also: Corey is all grown up! But where were Shawn and Topanga?)

5. How I Met Your Mother should be called How Ted’s heart gets broken all the time. amelie knew Stella wasn’t the mother (amelie: unless she is and then I knew that, too), but poor Teddy boy. Maybe we’ll get to see another awesome break-up beard. This show is good at continuity, so fingers crossed.  (kegger:  The episode ended sadly, but can I tell you just how much I loved how Barney tried to resist the bridesmaids to get Robin but then ended up having a threesome?  That’s SO Barney.) 

6.  True Blood was about as uneventful as it was last week.  To give you an idea, here’s a recap of last week:  Jason’s ass, funeral, Suckie’s boob.  That’s it.  And this week:  Suckie’s boob, Jason’s strung out on V, bar fight.  They’re making Jason into a cracked out druggie (which he TOTALLY isn’t in the book) and they’re adding all kinds of shit that isn’t in the books that they shouldn’t have bothered with.  And Voodoo exorcisms?  Really?  Just because it’s set in Lousiana?  Really?  Come up with something a little more creative than that, please!  And please, Bill, please stop calling Sookie “Suckie.”  Or actually, “Suckieeeeeeee,” because he totally draws out that last bit, and it makes my ears bleed every time.