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That’s right. Today I embark on my goal of 100 pages in 5 days. Because NaNo is for pussies. If you’ve never done something this fool hardy and painful, I highly suggest it.

I have my Diet Coke. I have my prescription pain killers. I have an army of nutcrackers standing behind my laptop because my desk has been pressed into holiday service. Under their toothy smiles and wooden stares, I will accomplish my goal.

Alright, I skipped a couple days in my snark fest. That just means I’ll have to work the weekend, to get every episode snarked before the week of 100 pages.

Episode seven teaches us that no matter how “pathetic” your life is, the only sympathy you can expect from anyone is a violent, gory death, and possibly dismemberment in an attempt to hide your corpse.

Someone drops Tyler off in a parking lot, where he walks to his car and finds Vampire Vicki already inside. Tyler spouts off a huge infodump about how everyone is looking for her because of all the bodies they found in the woods and the cops want to talk to her and also, everyone assumed she was on a bender. Which is kind of a safe assumption with Vicki. Vicki tells Tyler that she’s “so hungry,” and Tyler, a sucker for messed up chicks, holds her close. And of course, we all know what happens next. Stefan and Damon show up to pull Vicki off of Tyler, and Damon debates whether or not he could kill Tyler and get away with it. Tyler isn’t so hip to this jive, and punches Damon. In retaliation, Damon whammies him and throws him halfway across the parking lot. So, Tyler gets up, sore and scraped, with no memory of what happened to him, in the parking lot alone. I’m guessing he’ll know that Vicki had something to do with it when he gets back in his car and smells Candies and failure.

For some reason, every single episode must feature Elena waking up right after the title card. At least, it seems like it. She goes into the bathroom without knocking and is stunned, stunned, I tell you, to find Jeremy there. WTF is up with Elena just barging into the bathroom the way she does? Aren’t there two other people living in the house with her? Scratch that, one, because AJ hasn’t been around much lately. Jeremy is planning to go on the search party to find Vicki, but Elena really thinks he needs to go to school instead. Look, Elena, it’s hard to get this kid to go to school on a normal day. Why would he go now that his girlfriend is missing?

An outdoor shot of the school indicates that the Mystic Falls High mascot is the werewolves. Seriously? The werewolves? I bet the chamber of commerce sign when you’re heading into town says, “Mystic Falls: A good place to be mauled by some sort of supernatural creature.” Inside, Matt gets a call from Vicki, who tells him that she’s okay, and not to worry about her. Of course, this is only going to make him worry more.

Vicki is cooped up at Salvatore manor with Damon and Stefan. If I were Stefan, I probably wouldn’t want my brother around when I was trying to teach a new vampire ethics. If I were Damon, I probably wouldn’t want to be around my brother after he threw me in a dungeon. But family relationships are complicated. Stefan tells Vicki that she can’t go home, because she’s even more dangerous and unpredictable now that she’s a vampire, and Damon laments the fact that the papers aren’t covering the murder of the guy who I thought was the mayor, but I guess he wasn’t, in the forest. It’s a cover up, he’s sure, and he fiddles with the Gilbert family watch for a while and informs the other vampires that they should all be worried about discovery. There is some tired back and forth between the brothers about whether or not Vicki should kill a human and eat them. I’ll let you guess which side which brother is on.

Elena comes to visit Stefan, like you always do right after you break up with someone, but finds Damon at the door. He doesn’t get why she isn’t afraid of him, and she informs him that she knows “if you wanted me dead, I would be.” He counters with, “Yes, you would,” and she bravely replies, “But I’m not,” right before he says, “Yet,” which shakes her confidence a little. Elena confronts Stefan on the staircase. She’s pissed off that everyone is looking for Vicki and she has to lie about knowing where she is. Stefan explains that, because Vicki was a drug user, her transformation will be extra difficult. Jesus, could they demonize people with drug addictions any harder in this show? Not only will doing drugs turn you into a vampire, you’re also going to be an extra horrible one. Don’t do drugs!

At Bonnie’s Grandma Mimi’s house (just kidding, y’all, it’s not Mimi, it’s Jasmine Guy. No, really, Jasmine Guy is playing grandmothers now.), Bonnie asks if any of her ancestors were “burned at Salem.” Instead of smacking her right in the head for being so fucking dumb (the accused “witches” were not burned, but hanged–and, in one case, pressed– to death), grandma informs her that all of “those girls” were innocent victims. Bonnie says that “everyone knows” that her grandmother is a witch, and grandma Jasmine explains that while it’s kind of an open secret, no one really believes she could be a witch because they don’t believe witches exist. They think she’s just a crazy old woman “teaching occult” at the university. What university? Hogwarts? Bonnie insists on getting to the “fun” part of witchcraft, which I assume involves setting a car on fire, because all she’s been learning is history. Given the sketchy facts grandma has been giving her, it’s probably good that she teaches “occult” and not history at that there university. Grandma admonishes Bonnie that it’s not fun to be a witch, and with great power comes great responsibility, etc.

The mayor, who is either not dead as previously reported, or is not the dude that died in the forest, is sitting with his wife at the Mystic Grill. They’re discussing the watch in secrety tones, which will alert all passers by to the fact that they’re talking about something secret, so everyone better listen in. And listen in Damon does. Seriously, though, I thought the mayor was dead. All the actors on this show look alike.

Mystic Falls High is getting decked out for Halloween, and Matt tells Tyler that Vicki is okay, even though she’s still missing. Tyler is taken aback when he realizes that he didn’t bother to ask about Vicki or care that she was missing… either Tyler is an incredible douche, or the whammy is working too well. Caroline brings Bonnie her Halloween costume (a witch, get it?) and gives her a nifty matching necklace: the crystal that Damon stole from the mayor’s house. Bonnie recognizes it as the necklace Damon gave Caroline. Caroline tells her that she can do whatever she wants with it, because she doesn’t want any reminders of Damon.

In the great hall of Salvatore Castle, Stefan is explaining to Vicki that caffeine is a vampire’s friend, because it opens their blood vessels and makes them feel warm. Okay, we’ll go with that. Vicki is soooo not interested in Stefan’s morality. She jumps up from her, “How to pretend to be human” lessons and runs off, stating that she has to pee, though she’s confused as to why because she “thought I was dead?” Yeah, we’re all wondering about that, too, Vicki. Stefan goes… somewhere, leaving Elena to wander around castle Dracula for a while. Vicki comes back immediately and says that her body is all screwed up, she doesn’t really have to pee. Which means that Stefan knew that and left her alone with Elena? Nice move. It doesn’t go well, because Elena picks exactly that moment to tell Vicki that she’s not allowed to see Jeremy anymore. And, she’s really, really condescending about it. Vicki is not having Elena’s bullshit. She crushes her windpipe and tells her that since she strung Matt along for all those years, then dumped him for Stefan, Vicki isn’t the biggest Elena fan and needs absolutely no inducement to rip her head off. Then, she dumps Elena on the floor as Stefan re-enters. Elena flips out, but I have to be honest, I’m not really on her side. Imagine if someone was trying to kick heroine cold turkey, and you picked right then to tell them about their wrong life choices. Elena got what she was asking for. Stefan basically sticks up for Vicki, but agrees that Vicki shouldn’t see Jeremy. Elena doesn’t like not being 100% agreed with, tells Stefan that she can’t take anymore, then leaves.

Suddenly, it’s night-time. Vicki asks Damon why he turned her, and his response is, “I was bored.” Vicki is bored, too, so Damon decides it’s totally a good idea to take her outside and show her how to run really fast. No, really. This happens, and Stefan totally lets it happen. Of course, she runs away, and goes straight back home, where she finds that, owing to the vampire rule of no-invitation-you-no-come-in-here, she can’t get inside until her dumb brother invites her in. Matt is pissed, like everyone else, about Vicki’s disappearance. Just in case no one has mentioned that yet. Vicki disappeared. Stefan shows up to collect her, and in a moment of sheer brilliance (that leads to her utter destruction, but whatever), Vicki makes it seem like Stefan is totally stalking her. Dumb, protective Matt makes like he’s going to kick Stefan’s ass, and Stefan has no choice but to leave.

Even though his girlfriend is missing and he’s totally bummed about it, Elena thinks Jeremy needs to go to the party at school to snap out of his funk. To up the fun factor, she gives him the exact same, “Let her go,” speech that she gave Vicki. Jeremy throws her a c-c-c-combo breaker by telling her that Vicki helped him get over his depression following their parents’ deaths. Take that, Elena. Vicki texts Jeremy and tells him to meet her at the school. Elena doesn’t question why her brother suddenly wants to go to the Halloween shindig.

At the party at school, kids are drinking alcohol openly. Good job, PTA! Tyler glides up in a cape and no shirt, I guess his costume is “Chippendale Dracula” or something, and tries to impress Vicki and Bonnie, who are both dressed like witches. You see, Bonnie’s costume is literal, and Caroline’s is figurative.

At the Mystic Grill, the not-dead mayor and his wife are getting smashed before going to the school Halloween party. God, I hope they’re not chaperons. If they are, though, that explains what’s going down at the school right now. When Not Dead leaves because his wife is drinking too much and embarrassing him, Damon swoops in to flirt with Mrs. Mayor. He tries to whammy her, but she is unwhammiable. It turns out Mrs. Mayor knew Zach (who Damon says is “out of town,”). He supplied her with the Vervain she’s been using to keep herself safe from vampire influence. Oh ho, whatcha gonna do now, Damon?

Elena and Jeremy show up to the school dressed as a sexy nurse and the unibomber, I guess. Matt gives Jeremy a hard time about not wearing a costume, which is pretty dickish, considering his girlfriend has been missing on and off for the past few days. Jeremy takes off looking for Vicki, and Matt tells Elena that Vicki has not only come to the party, but she’s also dressed as a sexy vampire. Does no one in this town have an imagination? Apparently, they don’t have common sense, either, because Vicki decides that the best place to be when craving human blood is a party with a whole bunch of people at it. The disorienting lighting and music really help the situation, and we’re treated to shots of Vicki staggering around looking at people’s necks until Stefan shows up to tell her “No! No fun on my watch, druggie!” Or something.

Back at the good old Mystic Grill, the mayor’s wife asks Damon if she can get a mess of Vervain for everyone she knows, and all the people on the council. Damon tries be attracted by her older-woman charms, which is probably damned hard, considering she’s dressed as a flapper girl with too much makeup on, but she’s so drunk that it doesn’t take much to be convinced. She rattles off her life story like Damon is Oprah or something, tells him all about the council and how the Founders Party was a trap to see who would show up in the daylight and who wouldn’t. Which means that since Damon and Stefan both showed up in the sunlight, they’re off the list of possible vampire suspects. Just a tip, if you’re going to form a secret council, do not, and I repeat, do not put Mrs. Mayor on that council. A little vodka and the promise of seduction is all she needs to sell her own grandmother down the river.

At the school, Vicki gets as tired of Stefan’s self-righteous and hypocritical passion play as the audience is, and causes a scene in front of Matt to make it look like Stefan is still stalking her. While Matt and Stefan are distracted by almost beating the shit out of each other, Vicki takes off. Stefan manhandles Matt, and while I was yelling, “Just kiss him already,” Stefan says, “I’m trying to help her!.” Yeah, well, she doesn’t want your help. And you and Matt were real close to making out in your passionate hatred. Just saying.

Vicki finds Jeremy, and then they wander into… THE DRUID ROOM. I am not exaggerating, at the sight of the little sign that said “The Druid Room,” I freaked out. That’s how desperate I am for some indication that the writers of the show read the books at all. They threw me a crumb with the druid room, and I devoured it like the delicious morsel it was. Now, if this were the (far superior to the series) book, Mr. Tanner would be lying, freshly murdered, on a stone altar inside, but since this isn’t the book and Mr. Tanner has been dead for a while, that doesn’t happen.

Instead, we get a scene in which Damon confronts Bonnie about the necklace he gave Caroline, which Bonnie is wearing as part of her costume. She refuses, and suggests a number of ways in which the necklace could be given to a third party and then given back to Damon, which seems like a lot of work. Damon thinks it sounds like a lot of work, too, and tries to just take it. Because of Bonnie’s secret witch powers, the thing burns Damon’s hand, and Bonnie takes off, because she realizes something is either up with her, or Damon, or the necklace, or something.

While Stefan and Elena look for Vicki and Jeremy in a room full of people and flashing blacklight, Jeremy and Vicki make out up against a bus outside. It’s your every romantic fantasy coming true, ladies. Vicki bites Jeremy’s lip, and tastes his blood. But of course, a little taste isn’t enough, and Jeremy pushes her away. She’s hot, but this is too weird, even for him. He pushes her away, and sees her scary, veiny vamp face. Seeing that she’s not going to get anymore out of him willingly, Vicki grabs Jeremy and bites him, just as Elena comes outside. She tries to stop Vicki, and gets vamp!slammed into a pile of wood pallets. While she’s laying in a crumpled heap, Stefan appears and tells Jeremy to run. Vicki has already gone, and while Stefan looks under the buses (because everyone knows that’s where rogue vampires hide), Elena and Jeremy run for the school. Before they can get inside, Vicki grabs Elena and tries to make good on her promise to rip her head off– but she does that with her teeth, and while she’s distracted, Stefan stakes the hell out of her. Vicki does the whole “stagger back in disbelief and pull out the weapon jutting from your body,” routine that she learned at the Alan Rickman School of Lingering Death Scenes, then crumples to the ground, looking pretty darned dead. Stefan calls in Damon to ask for help with the situation, which seems like kind of a dumb thing to get someone evil involved in.

Bonnie shows up at Grandma Jasmine’s doorstep, seven kind of perplexed about the necklace. The “piece of junk” she thought was costume jewelry actually belonged to a legendary witch, one of Bonnie’s ancestors, who happens to look exactly like Bonnie in a suspiciously clear photo from a hundred years ago or something.

Damon shows up to help dispose of Vicki’s body, and Elena is pissed off that he doesn’t care more. Because this is the first time they’ve met, apparently. Damon has enough on his plate right now, and he doesn’t need to deal with Elena, so he reminds her that she has gaping wounds bleeding everywhere and she needs to get out of there. On the way to her car, Elena is intercepted by Matt, who is looking for Vicki, and Elena has to lie. She probably should have just said, “She’s over there, dead,” because it’s only going to be worse when the truth comes out. He wants to know if there will ever be a time that he’s not worrying about Vicki. Yeah, there will be. Pretty soon, actually. Elena plays it off and goes to her car to cry, after blaming her gory wounds on someone spilling face blood on her. Which means that Matt’s doctor costume is not an indication of a promising future career, because he believes her.

Stefan is waiting for Elena on the porch, and tells her that Jeremy is upstairs. She goes up to find him understandably freaked. Wait, where is AJ? Why hasn’t she noticed that her house has been crawling with vampires of late? Matt gets home and looks for Vicki, Stefan tells Elena that he only wanted to help Vicki, and Elena asks Damon to whammy Jeremy to forget about Vicki. Poor Vicki. No good deed, huh? Damon is surprisingly sensitive, hinting at a deep well of emotion causing him to be evil, and Elena and Stefan get back together.

This was actually a pretty decent episode. It’s like the show is finally finding its feet.

Look, I’ve got theatre tickets tonight in Chicago, so let’s cut right to the chase and get this over with, shall we?

Episode six picks up with a rehash/revisit of Elena realizing that Stefan is a vampire… or not realizing it, because she shows up at his house just as he’s leaving with a wooden stake. I thought he was going to go find Damon and take care of business, but really, he was heading for his flashback. Through the magic of Stefan’s tortured memory, we are transported back to the Salvatore plantation in the nineteenth century, where Stefan has clearly raided Ashley Wilkes’s wardrobe. Elena Catherine emerges from a carriage in a dress that shows way too much skin for the afternoon. There isn’t time to explain why she’s there before the title card came up.

Back at the Salvatore’s twenty-first century Gothic cathedral of a home, Elena asks Stefan what he is. I was expecting him to say, “Looking for my brother, and you’re in my way!” but he doesn’t. If I wrote the show, he would have. There also would have been a lot less “What are you?” back and forth in this scene. Stefan insists that she already knows, and Elena responds by turning into Luke Skywalker clinging to that pole over the chasm in the end of The Empire Strikes Back. “No! You can’t be! That’s impossible!” I’m not kidding, that is, if not a direct quote, at least pretty close to what she said. I wouldn’t lie to you. Stefan warns Elena, “every belief you have is about to change,” (What, she won’t be Presbyterian anymore?) and tells her he’s a vampire. Elena, showing a lot more sense than some of the other people in Mystic Falls, decides it’s not cool to be standing in the dark, alone, with a vampire, and she runs. In an attempt to calm her fears and prove he’s not threatening, Stefan uses magic vampire speed to block her exit and physically restrains her. Of course, she asks, “How did you do that,” and he doesn’t say, “Vampire! Duh!” because, again, I don’t write this show. Elena gets in her car and drives irresponsibly away, which is okay, because Stefan really needs to deal with the Damon problem right now, anyway.

When Elena gets home, she finds Jeremy sitting, nearly catatonic in the wake of his break up with Vicki. For once, she has bigger problems, and decides to ignore him. When she goes to her room, though, Stefan is there. Again, he insists that she’s safe with him, the vampire who has now broken into her house and ambushed her in her room. Also, didn’t he really want to eat her when they were in the kitchen in episode five? I just watched it yesterday, I’m pretty sure that’s what happened. Elena agrees not to tell anyone that Stefan is a vampire if he gets his creepy ass out of her room. Stefan, figuring that’s a good deal, goes to deal with Damon. Right? Right?

Or not. Damon is busy finishing off Vicki’s cemetery pals, and he decides to multitask by drenching the bodies in gasoline while threatening Stefan over the return of his sunlight-protection ring. He also goes straight for the guilt trip jugular by telling Stefan that the deaths of all the people he’s about to dispose of in a raging forest fire are on his head, since he was the one who locked Damon up and starved him. And really, he has a point. That wasn’t going to go well, everyone could tell. Stefan tells Damon that he’d given the ring to Zach to keep, so Damon shouldn’t have killed him. OH REALLY? So, Zach is dead, huh? I guess I called it in the last recap. Damon isn’t buying the Zach story, keeps threatening Stefan, then hangs up in time to notice that Vicki is still alive.

Taking yet another page from Twilight, Stefan lurks outside Elena’s window and watches her sleep. Appropriately sad music plays.

When Elena wakes up, we’re treated to a weird cutscene of vigorous tooth brushing before she meets Stefan at a cafe to discuss his vampirism. If you’re going to talk about being a vampire, you really want to do it in public, where everyone in your small town that is full of vampire hunters can hear. Stefan gives Elena a run down of the vampire rules and some plot stuff the audience already knows, then explains that there used to be vampires in Mystic Falls, but it didn’t end well. Probably because of the secret cabal of vampire hunters. Elena is still unsure about him, and basically says she’s going to tell everyone about his vampness, but Stefan asks her to give him one day before she blabs her mouth, so that he can try to explain everything.

At the cemetery, Newsman and Sheriff-mom traipse through the crime scene, commenting on the bad smell of the bodies (just in case you thought charred corpses smelled like jelly beans; they don’t) and comment that the bodies will have to be identified by their dental records. Newsman asks how he’s going to explain to television viewers that the “animal” is now incinerating the bodies of the people he attacks. I would go with “Dragon,” but again, I don’t write the show, or the news on the show. They decide to call it a “drug deal gone wrong.” Jesus, really wrong. They talk about how Newsman stole the watch, and then they find Vicki’s wallet and hope she’s not dead.

Meanwhile, at Castle Salvatore, Damon is bored and calling Stefan’s cell over and over to leave threatening messages. This is how he’s going to act when you break up with him, ladies. Vicki is dying on the couch, so Damon decides to force her to drink his blood. That’s what you do when you’ve got a dying, burnt-out townie drenched in gasoline on your sofa, right?

Stefan takes Elena to the woods to reenact a scene from Twilight. Just kidding. He wants to show her the foundations of his former home. He tells her that he and Damon used to be best friends, and in another flashback, we see Damon teaching Stefan how to play football, before Cathlena runs in and steals the ball. In the present, Elena does the math and figures out that it’s been 145 years since that ill-fated football game. In the next flashback, we learn that Damon was a Confederate soldier, and both Stefan and Damon wanted to escort Cathlena to the Founders’ Ball. Which was where they both signed the register that Elena saw in episode four. Stefan tells Elena that he ended up taking Cathlena to the ball, and that Damon doesn’t get mad, he gets even. Stefan is quick with the cliches in this episode, let me tell you.

After a shower, Vicki is feeling pretty good. Except the part where she can’t remember anything. Damon whammies her, but he tells her the absolute truth: he killed her friends, tried to kill her, brought her back to his place and fed her blood, and she loved it. Okay, so maybe half the truth, because she definitely didn’t look like she was loving it. Damon decides that they’re going to “party until the sun goes down.” I assume that once the sun goes down, he’s got other things to do.

Still rehashing his old relationship, Stefan tells Elena that Catherine wasn’t content with just one brother. She pulled a double shift the night of the Founders’ Ball (if you get my innuendo) and bit both Stefan and Damon, but swore both of them to secrecy. Cathlena tells Stefan, in a flashback, that she has plans for all three of them. I’m guessing that plan involves fundamentalist Mormons. Elena wants Stefan to keep Damon’s ring, because, understandably, she’s not thrilled about him roaming the streets of Mystic Falls after he’s killed so many campers. Stefan warns that if he doesn’t return the ring, Damon will come after Elena.

The secret vampire hunter club meets at the Mayor’s house, where he tells Sheriff-mom and Newsman that he wants this whole murder business cleaned up as quickly as possible. Then, they do something with Jeremy’s stolen watch and they all agree that their evening has been very constructive.

Vicki is dancing around in her underpants at the Salvatore mansion while she whines about her relationships with Tyler and Jeremy. At least she’s not doing drugs, right? Damon realizes that she’s talking about Jeremy, Elena’s brother, which is probably not good information to have. Damon tells her that he’s been in love before, he understands, or something, and then they start dancing again and trashing Stefan’s room. Damon finds a picture of Cathlena and gets very sad, then slow dances with Vicki to a Green Day song while she whines about her life. Really, this is all happening in the same scene. This is reality, folks. Damon realizes that Vicki’s life is pathetic, because he went to the Elena Gilbert School For Not Having A Clue, and compliments Vicki on her lack of self-esteem right before he snaps her neck and kills her. Seriously, Damon? How many times are you going to kill this girl?

Vicki doesn’t stay dead for long. Because she drank Damon’s blood, she wakes up confused and scared, just like the old Vicki. Damon suggests she feed, because P.S. she’s a vampire now, and tells her she should stop by Jeremy’s house to do so. Vicki rejects this idea, and runs off, still confused and scared.

Sheriff-mom instructs Newsman and Mayor on how to use the watch like a vampire-finding compass, but asks them to not kill anything before she gets there. Then, she shows them who has the balls in this cabal by asking, “Have you ever staked a vampire before?” clearly indicating that she has.

Despite having declined Damon’s suggestion that she eat her boyfriend, Vicki shows up at Jeremy’s house tweaking like crazy and complaining about the sun burning her eyes. She’s super hungry, and raids the Gilbert fridge while Jeremy lectures her about it being too early in the day to be high. He’s right, it’s totally inappropriate. Wait, wasn’t he getting high in the school bathroom before first period on the very first day. But whatever, he’s changed. He’s a morally superior drug user now. Vicki thinks he’s being too loud (and probably annoying with his holier-than-thou attitude) and busts through the Gilbert leftovers like Aunt Jenna after a bad date. Wait, where’s Aunt Jenna when all of this is going on? I know she’s not with Newsman. He’s vampire hunting.

Back at the foundations of the ancient Salvatore homestead, Elena asks Stefan if he’d ever used mind control on her. He denies ever having done it, and explains that her Vervain necklace will protect her from the vampire whammy. He asks her to never stop wearing it, because he wants her to know that whatever happens between them, she’s making her own choices. That’s actually kind of sweet, Stefan. Edward needs to take some pointers from you about not controlling your girlfriend’s life.

Matt, apparently alerted by Jeremy the narc, comes to collect his sister, who is still having a manic episode. Vicki tells Matt that her gums hurt, and then sees on the news that all of her very best cemetery pals are dead. Matt and Jeremy freak, probably because they think Vicki killed all those people in her manic state. Matt is about to call the cops when Stefan and Elena arrive, and Stefan whammies Vicki to get her calmed down. He tells Elena that Vicki is “transitioning,” which is always the worst part of labor and that if she doesn’t feed, she’ll die. The worst part is, she only has a few hours. Elena realizes that this means Stefan ate somebody once. She’s not impressed.

Upstairs, Matt lurks outside of Jeremy’s room and watches Jeremy and Vicki hugging, which turns into Vicki wanting to eat Jeremy. She resists her strange compulsion and runs away, managing to make it out of the house before anyone can stop her. Matt runs after her, and Stefan tells Elena that he’ll “track her.”

After a shot of a full moon to signal that night has fallen, we see Mayor strolling through the woods, frowning at his vampire compass. He thinks he gets a hit from it, and calls Sheriff-mom and Newsman, who are also in the woods (without a compass, hoping they’ll just run into a vampire).

As Jeremy and Elena clean up from dinner, Elena lies her ass off about Vicki being “just fine,” and goes to answer the knock at the door. It’s Damon, and he barges in, able to enter the house because of Elena’s earlier invitation. Realizing that Elena knows he’s a vampire, he reassures her that he doesn’t plan on killing her “right now,” and asks where Stefan is. He also says that Vicki will thank him for turning her, and Elena gets a pretty good zinger in when she asks, “Did you thank Catherine?” Wicked burn!

Stefan finds Vicki in the forest, where she has remembered everything that has ever happened and been whammied away. Stefan offers a lame, “Sorry,” and then informs Vicki that she’s going to die if she doesn’t feed on a human. Resigned to her fate, Vicki chooses just to go home and die. Stefan is about to take her there when he’s shot, and collapses to the ground. The Mayor is about to stake him when Damon flies in from out of nowhere and rips the Mayor’s throat out, saving Stefan’s life. Sure, he says it’s because he wants to kill Stefan himself, but Damon is showing a lot more compassion than Stefan ever showed toward him. Damon digs the bullet out of Stefan’s wound and finds that it’s wood, so this was definitely a premeditated vampire hunter attack. Damon gets his ring back, and I think he might take Stefan’s, too, or maybe the watch, it’s hard to tell because the filming of this show is so dark, and Vicki feeds off Mayor while he’s down, then runs off into the night.

Stefan limps back to Elena’s house and tells her what went down with Vicki. Promising to help her brother’s newly vampire girlfriend isn’t enough for Elena, who dumps Stefan right there. You know, it’s not very nice to dump someone while they’re bleeding from a gunshot wound. Bad form, Elena. The episode closes with some sad music (like usual) and Elena crying.

Now, I’m off to see Nathan Lane and Bebe Neuwirth in The Addams Family the musical!

As promised, your week of VD pain starts now. And it’s going to burn when you pee. But first, you may ask, “Jen, why the long gap between snarks? What were you doing? Fabulous, authory things?” No. I forgot to pay my cable bill and my service was turned off, and then I was like, “Hey, that’s a lot of money for tv… I bet I can live without it,” and then about a week ago I was like, “NO I CAN’T I WANT MY TV.” So, that’s why. I’m bad at paying bills and fell off the no-TV wagon.

So, when we last left Fells Church Mystic Falls, Damon had been thrown into the time-out dungeon by Stefan, because Damon is the no-fun kind of vampire who doesn’t think it’s cool for other vampires to terrorize cheerleaders. Duh, that’s kind of the point of vampires, Stefan. Well, when episode five begins, Damon is still in the naughty corner and, according to Stefan, has been there for three days. He doesn’t have his magic ring to protect him from the sun, and he hasn’t had a drop of blood since giving Caroline the old nibble hickey. Stefan informs Damon that in the middle ages, if a vampire went rogue, they were rehabilitated rather than destroyed. Which sounds to me like the middle ages were a whole lot different for vampires than humans, but whatever. Stefan plans to let Damon cure like a piece of vampire jerky, and then he’ll throw him in the family crypt to think about what he’s done. For fifty years. Oh, that’s real humane, Stefan. I’m sure after fifty years of living death, your sociopath brother is going to be all better. After fifty years, Stefan will “reevaluate” the situation. What the hell is this, the vampire version of Demolition Man? I’m guessing Stefan never saw that movie, because if he had he would know that he’s setting himself up for one hell of a Wesley Snipes problem in fifty years. Damon warns Stefan that he’s stronger than he thinks, and Stefan is all, “Yeah, sure, whatever.” Which can only end well in this show.

Meanwhile, Elena wakes to an Imogene Heap song and tries to write in her diary. She gives up, apparently because there isn’t anything interesting to write about besides the whole domestic abuse situation going on with Caroline and her boyfriend. She goes to the bathroom and runs into Vicki, who plays it off all nonchalant. “Morning! Fucked your brother!” Elena runs to tell Aunt Jenna about her Jeremy’s carnal transgressions, but AJ doesn’t care. She’s got a date with Newsman. Elena tells Jenna that she hasn’t heard from Stefan in three days. Wait a minute, has Vicki been living at their house for three days? She came over at the end of episode four. Has no one noticed her presence in their house for three days? Elena tells Jenna that everything is fine with Stefan disappearing off the face of the planet, but it’s pretty obvious that things aren’t fine, because Elena is never fine with anything.

At Salvatore Castle, Stefan is planning to go back to school after his three day, unexcused absence. You’re going to have a lot of homework to make up, buddy. Zach doesn’t think it’s such a good idea, leaving Damon alone with him in the house, but Stefan just warns him to keep out of the basement. Right, Zach, you’re the only member of the regular cast over age thirty, I’m sure you’ll be totally safe alone in the house with a dangerous killer.

Caroline and Bonnie are hanging out in Caroline’s room, and Caroline expresses concern that she can’t remember if Damon kissed her, or bit her, or if she wanted him to bite her, or what, because she has holes in her memory. Bonnie, who is becoming ever more pyromaniacal, is playing with a candle and not really listening, and the crystal Damon stole from the mayor’s party is hanging in direct sunlight. This is important, and I know this because they linger on it. That’s a trick of the trade, kiddos. It’s just usually not done so artlessly.

At school, any worries Elena might have had about Caroline’s well-being are squashed when Caroline strolls through the halls, instructing all the cheerleaders to be sure and slut it up hardcore at the bikini car wash they’re having on the weekend. Stefan shows up and reassures Elena that Damon has been, “taken care of,” or “dealt with,” or some other kind of mob talk, and apologizes for his absence. He tells Elena that he’ll meet her at the restaurant in town to explain everything. That’s really the best place to do it. If there’s one thing I learned from Jerry Maguire, it’s that if you’re going to fire someone or tell your girlfriend that you’re a vampire, you want to do it in a crowded restaurant to avoid a big scene. Elena is going to come to school the next day and say, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to do what you all think I’m going to do, which is just flip out!” right before she steals the well-mannered fish from the biology lab. Caroline sidles up to ask Stefan what happened to Damon, and he informs her that Damon won’t be coming back, ever. Why Elena doesn’t immediately assume, from the earlier comments about having dealt with Damon and now this little tidbit about him never coming back, that Stefan has murdered his brother, I don’t know. Because that would be the first thing I would think.

Later that day, at the Mystic Grill, Matt is playing pool and waiting around to fulfill his sole purpose on the show, which is to have Elena walk up to him and ask if he’s seen Stefan.

Back at Casa Dracula, Zach thinks, “I’m going to completely disregard my uncle’s warning about staying away from the vampire. In fact, I’m going to go taunt him.” This doesn’t go over well, despite the warning he gives to Damon that he’s “full of Vervain.” Luckily, Stefan shows up just in time to save his nephew from certain dismemberment. The entire point of the scene, I guess, is to show us that Damon still has some strength, and that there is some serious shit going on in the Salvatore family. Thanksgiving is probably… tense.

Back at the grill, Elena decides to rachet up the awkward between her and Matt by talking about how his sister is boning her brother. Then, she asks Matt if he thinks Stefan is a good guy. This is Matt’s chance to be like, “I saw him curb stomp a puppy!” but Matt isn’t that kind of person, so he tells the truth. Stefan is good at football, so that makes him a-okay in his book. Just then, Stefan shows up– an hour late– and Elena decides that rather than let him do that explaining she just waited an hour for, she’s going to storm out. An old guy (not really old, just super ancient to kids watching the show… this guy is probably fifty) thinks he recognizes Stefan, but Stefan insists he must be mistaken. The guy argues that it has to be him, and “you haven’t aged.” Elena knows there’s something up, and Stefan knows she knows, but he lets her storm off in a huff, anyway. Interestingly enough, Elena goes home to write in her diary about instinct… which is awfully rich coming from the girl who doesn’t realize her boyfriend is a vampire.

The Newsman and Caroline’s sheriff mom are at the grill, trading notes on their plan to eradicate the vampires, when Jenna shows up for her date. You know, if this whole, “kill the vampires” thing is so super secret, to the point of having to form a cabal to deal with it, maybe you shouldn’t be discussing this shit while waiting for a date, Newsman. You would not last a day in The Da Vinci Code.

Jeremy takes a time out from his anti-teen-abstinence protest to check on his sister. Elena tells him that she’s miserable, but Jeremy has something up his sleeve. He knows that Stefan is downstairs cooking dinner for Elena. Elena isn’t as impressed by this orchestrated assault on her dating life as Stefan though she would be, I’m guessing, but he keeps cooking anyway and informs her that if she’s going to dump him, she’s at least going to know who she’s dumping. Then, he starts telling her about Catherine. So, is she dumping Catherine? He tells her that Catherine was the most beautiful, sexy girl ever, but she was with Damon first. He and Damon fought over her like mongrel dogs, and Stefan’s biggest regret is that he didn’t tell her what she truly meant to him before she died.

While Stefan pours out this heartwarming tale of the girl Elena will never measure up to, Vicki goes through the upstairs medicine cabinet and finds the left over Vicodin prescription Elena got after the car accident that killed her parents. While most people would be like, “Yurgh, what a very creepy reminder that this poor girl watched her parents die in front of her very eyes. I need to reevaluate my life,” Vicki takes a “waste not; want not,” approach to life and decides that crushing them up and snorting them is a better idea. Jeremy laments that all they ever do is get high, and Vicki accuses him of wanting her to change. I have to side with Vicki on this one. Jeremy, you used to be her dealer, and you used to get high with her all the time. You think your awesome skills with your wang are going to just snap her out of the prescription narcotic habit you helped her build?

Back in the kitchen, Stefan is still talking about himself. I mean, really, really talking about himself, and Elena makes the obligatory comment about him eating garlic that people always make to vampires when they don’t know they’re talking to a vampire. I think she was trying to change a subject, just so he’d stop talking about his musical preferences. Or, she’s figured out he’s a vampire and wants to stuff his mouth full of garlic to shut him up forever. I’m good with either one. Elena decides to help cut stuff up and, like people always do when they don’t realize they’re in the kitchen with a vampire, and you’ll never, ever guess what happens next. No, seriously. You’ll never guess. She cuts everything up in uniform pieces without cutting herself. JUST KIDDING! She totally cuts herself. She rushes to the sink to rinse off the blood, and Stefan just stands there, vamping out with crazy eyes and bulging veins. Unlike the Buffy vampires, Stefan has a reflection, and Elena sees him getting all monster-like in the window above the sink. He turns around to hide his face and get under control (why didn’t he do that to begin with?), but it’s too late. In the single most charming act ever performed by a male on this show, Stefan lets Elena think that she was hallucinating rather than fessing up to being a vampire. Taking lessons from a certain sparkly young cad I know, aren’t you, Stefan?

Back in timeout, Damon tries to mentally communicate with Caroline, and a giant crow shows up on her windowsill. Caroline proceeds to beat the fuck out of it, and Stefan decides that Damon is ripe for more taunting, so he goes to do that.

Next up, Elena wears a sweater to the bikini car wash. And another shirt underneath that. What this is basically telling the audience is that, unlike all the other whores at this school, Elena is pure and good, because she is unwilling to shake it for the athletic boosters. It’s like whoever is writing the teleplay for this read Twilight and thought, “You know, the strong feminist message in this is really turning me off.” Bonnie is standing by when a cheerleader calls a nerdy kid’s car a piece of crap, and she uses her witchy powers to make suds explode from the bucket and drench the mean girl. Yeah, that will show her! You got her all wet! At the car wash! She was never expecting that!

Because nothing news-worthy has happened in Mystic Falls, you know, aside from several people dying horrible in the last four episodes, Newsman is there covering the car wash. Aunt Jenna comes to reminisce with him about the time they had sex in the back of a minivan (no, I’m not kidding), which Newsman thinks is the definition of a good date. Elena notices that Stefan is wearing his ring and suggests he take it off while dunking his hand in suds and potentially scratching the shit out of a paying customer’s paint job, but Stefan isn’t hip to burning alive, so he doesn’t. Caroline goes into the school to get “more shimmy things,” and encounters Damon’s ghostly image, which freaks her right out. The “old” man from the grill shows up and Elena grills him (ha! a pun!) about how he used to know Stefan. When the old man first moved to Mystic Falls, he stayed at the Salvatore boarding house, and was staying there when the owner, Joseph, was mauled to death in a mysterious animal attack. The rude cheerleader strolls up and informs Elena that this is her grandfather, and he has Alzheimer’s disease. Which would explain why he thought he knew Stefan. But then he goes on to tell Elena about the ring that Stefan wore, and how he knew him and his brother Damon in 1953.

Elena confronts Stefan about this information in a sneaky kind of way, and pretends that she didn’t know he was Italian. Yeah, he’s not buying that, either.

Vicki decides that since she and Jeremy are a couple now, he needs to meet the important people in her life. And those people are the burnouts in the cemetery.

Elena busts AJ macking on Newsman and asks if things are going well enough that she can ask a favor. She wants to look at all the news clips from the past century or so. Newsman is happy to complain, so they pile into the newsmobile and take off.

Meanwhile, Caroline has abandoned the bikini car wash, as well. The cheerleaders are fleeing this thing like rats from a sinking ship, let me tell you. Guided by Damon’s ghostly commands, she goes to the basement and finds him in vampire jail. Then, she snaps out of his spell and says she won’t open the door, because, “you bit me.” Damon counters with, “you liked it,” and gets her to open the door. Zach tries to stop her just in time, but Damon is too strong. He busts out and takes off after Caroline, who has the good sense to run. Upstairs? Downstairs? What’s happening in this chase scene? She makes it to the door, and Damon charges after her, straight into the sunlight without his ring. The results are… not favorable. While he fries like Hayden Christiansen at the end of Revenge of The Sith, Caroline runs away like her life depends on it. Which it does.

Back at bikini car wash, the rude cheerleader hands Bonnie a squeegee mop and tells her to get to work drying off the pavement. Bonnie Potter has other ideas, though, and uses her mind powers to dry off the pavement with witchcraft. Somehow, she sets the water on fire, which sets a car on fire. Stefan, recognizing another freak, realizes that it’s Bonnie doing it, and stops her before she goes full Firestarter on the entire car wash.

At the station, Newsman gets called away, presumably to cover the fire at the bikini car wash (Fire at The Bikini Car Wash, wasn’t that a movie? Like, on USA Up All Night?), leaving Elena to investigate the newly digitized archive footage. In a clip that looks stunningly like a modern day newscast, Elena sees Stefan standing at the door of his house, in 1953. Or, 2009 with a grainy black and white filter on it. Six of one, half dozen of another, right?

Back at the cemetery, Vicki produces the bottle of pills she took from the Gilbert house and offers them to her friends. Jeremy is understandably pissed that Vicki would steal prescription drugs from his house, and tells her it’s not cool. Vicki gets all self-righteous, like Jeremy has done something wrong, and threatens to go back to Tyler. Which is right on schedule, really.

Back at the car wash, Matt decides to give Stefan some friendly advice about Elena. She’s apparently “big on trust.” Yes, the girl who is using her connections in the news media to investigate her boyfriend is “big on trust.” He goes on to warn that if Stefan is hiding something, Elena will ferret it out somehow. Big on trust. Trust.

Sheriff mom finally checks on her daughter, after how many episodes of violence and sex happening right in her very own house. Caroline informs her mother that if she’s having boy trouble, she’ll talk to her dad about it, since he’s successfully landed a boyfriend. Zing! Top score, Caroline!

Night has fallen. While Elena’s voice over insists that she doesn’t believe in the paranormal, Stefan finds Damon missing and Zach all knocked out on the ground. Caroline sleeps in beams of light filtering through the super important crystal. Bonnie’s grandma is Mimi from Rent. Newsman paws through Jeremy’s stuff and steals the Gilbert family pocket watch. And, in the moment we have been waiting for through four episodes of screaming, “He’s a vampire, dummy, why don’t you get it?” at the TV, Elena finally realizes that her boyfriend is not human.

Vicki is drowning her sorrows in pills, booze, and the company of her burnout friends in the cemetery, when she finds Damon doubled over in pain. She tries to aid him and… I would assume this is the end of Vicki, because they show her her hand clinging to something and then limply letting go. That’s the universal visual sign for death, right?

Stefan is about to head out the door, stake in hand, only to find Elena on his doorstep. She demands to know, “What are you?” and the audience collectively facepalms, because HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW AT THIS POINT? EVEN BELLA SWAN FIGURED THIS ONE OUT.

Hear ye, hear ye! Because of the following comment, from Aleks:

Would you please go back to making fun of bad vampire books/TV/movies? It’s what you do best and it’s even fucking topical now, man.

I will return to my regularly scheduled snarking of The Vampire Diaries television show, starting Monday. Expect a new snark every day, until I am caught up with the series as it stands now.

Then, on Monday, November 7th, I will embark on the madness of “100 Pages In 5 Days.” I’ve done this before; you can read a sampling of what happened on day five.

I encourage anyone reading this to try it with me. See, I know a lot of people are doing NaNoWriMo and then NaNoEdMo or whatever they call December, but there is something beautiful in the madness that is writing one hundred pages in five days. It’s like if someone held NaNo down and shot heroin straight into its eyeballs.

If you thought “Bad Romance” was weird, well, Beyonce proves once again that she is the master of EVERYTHING. No one else can come close. She tries to give you a seizure rather than depicting one through interpretive dance, plays with Nerf guns, and I’m pretty sure she challenged Lady Gaga to a Flashdance chair-off.

So, I was browsing my local Barnes and Noble just the other day, and it was a grand old time. I didn’t buy anything, a Herculean feat for me, but I’m glad I went. If I hadn’t, I would have found out that the art departments of several major publishers have been seized by teenage girls.

How else could one explain how the first print cover for P.C. Cast’s Elphame’s Choice went from this:

to this:

Really? That second cover doesn’t speak to the content of the book at all. If you picked up the book (which you should, by the way, because it’s amazing) with the first cover, you wouldn’t be surprised to find that it’s a romantic fantasy set in a world of ancient Celtic lore. If you picked up the book with the second cover, you’d be surprised to find that Elphame was not questing for more clip-in color streaks at her local Hot Topic.

And then, in the YA section, I saw this:

This book has been out for a while, so I’d seen it before. But I’d also seen it before it came out. Like, years before it came out, because the art department of this publishing house has also been overrun by teenage girls:

Authors have little to no control over what gets put on their book covers. In the case of the second book, that is a YA book. The first book isn’t. How can you tell the difference these days? Could publishers please forget that Twilight happened and go back to selling books with covers I wouldn’t be embarrassed to show in public? You know, like clinch-covers?

Music video planners: Lady Gaga, we’re so excited about working with you, and we’ve come up with some great ideas for your video.
Lady Gaga: Okay, that’s great, let’s hear them.
Music video planners: For starters, we explored the concept of literally interpreting the story told by your lyrics–
Lady Gaga: That’s really not going to work. Most of the song is nonsense, punctuated by wordless babbling and also, some French.
Music video planners: Ohhhkay… well, let’s see what else we had. Ah, right here we have the video opening with you, wearing a freakish old-lady wig and a pair of glasses made out of razor blades and some other sharp stuff you shouldn’t put by your eyes, in a room all in white. I’m thinking you should be staring vacantly into middle distance, one finger poised above the power button of a sound system.
Lady Gaga: Can I be surrounded by degenerates and malcontents dressed in freakish metal masks? And could we get some of the girls from the Robert Palmer video in there, as well?
Music video planners: Of course! This is exactly what this meeting is about. An exchange of ideas! Now, when you push the button on the sound system, the beginning of the song proper will start.
Lady Gaga: We should all look like startled robots!
Music video planners: Sure! Then, we were thinking of a cut to another white room, with sensory deprivation pods. You know, like the coffins on Anubis air in True Blood, only white.
Lady Gaga: They should say something on them, though.
Music video planners: Maybe an “L” and a “G”?
Lady Gaga: No, they should say “Monster.” And then they should have monsters coming out of them.
Music video planners: Uh, okay. Yeah, we could work with that. Do you think they should be hairy monsters, like on Sesame Street or–
Lady Gaga: No! Dancers, all in white, dressed like that kid in the pajamas from Where The Wild Things Are. Except it should be a one-piece latex suit, with just the mouth cut out. And then we could dance like the nurses in Silent Hill!
Music video planners: That’s… very high fashion of you.
Lady Gaga: There should also be shots of me with pink hair and oddly disproportionate bug-eyes. And then, I want to dress like Tom Petty and sing to myself in a mirror.
Music video planners: Oh, okay, I think we can–
Lady Gaga: We should probably get our dancers from a local production of Cats, because I want those kinds of moves. Like, “batting at a ball of yarn in the air” type moves.
Music video planners: I’m sure we can find someone like that.
Lady Gaga: But I don’t want it to be completely freaky. I want to be able to sing into the camera with minimal makeup, and look very earnest.
Music video planners: You’re right, it’s good balance the more artistic elements with some traditional–
Lady Gaga: Because then I want there to be some implication of forced medication, and after that I want to be practically naked with chandelier on my head, while my dancers strip a graffitied Burberry coat off me.
Music video planners: Does this chandelier have to be crystal, or…
Lady Gaga: And I want to dance for a guy with a gold plated jaw.
Music video planners: This is getting kind of expensive.
Lady Gaga: And there needs to be a hairless cat.
Music video planners: I think Jan in accounting has one–
Lady Gaga: Did I mention I wanted to do full nudity, too? As much as I can get away with? We need to dispel this weird transexual rumor.
Music video planners: As long as it’s tasteful, and shot from the side in low light, we can accomodate that.
Lady Gaga: I want to have some kind of hairless bat thing in my hair, too. It will only be seen briefly, but I feel it’s important.
Music video planners: Well, this all sounds great, and I’m sure we can make the arrangements to shoot by–
Lady Gaga: Now, in the next scene–
Music video planners: Next scene?
Lady Gaga: Yeah, you didn’t think we were done here, did you? This is barely half-finished. We’re going to need another chandelier. I’m thinking I should be dressed like Madonna, only more sexualized, surrounded by the suspended pieces of a broken chandelier. I’m probably going to wear a cross and throw in a few gestures to offend super religious people. You know, the kind who write letters?
Music video planners: Oh dear.
Lady Gaga: Do you think we could find someone to make high heels with snake spines wrapped around them?
Music video planners: We’ll add it to the list.
Lady Gaga: Great! I also think we should use the spinny ring thing I wore on SNL, just so I get my money’s worth, you know? And I’ve got this sequined Imelda Marcos costume and a pointy wig I bought at Gwen Stefani’s garage sale. I can wear that for the bridge.
Music video planners: We’re only up to the bridge at this point?!
Lady Gaga: It’s amazing how much I can pack into this, right? Okay, when we go back to the chorus, I want to be wearing a polar bear.
Music video planners: A what now?
Lady Gaga: And Baron Von Underbite from The Venture Bros. waiting to have sex with me, on a bed flanked by taxidermy Antelope heads.
Music video planners: I’m sorry, Ms. Gaga, but… how many animals have to die for this video?
Lady Gaga: I’m going to have to have some serious back up dancers for the all-red sequence.
Music video planners: All red? Where is this going to fit?
Lady Gaga: Oh, close to the end of the video. Right before the bed burns up, and I’m shown wreathed in flames and burning polar bear.
Music video planners: Did you bring any Advil with you? We feel a collective headache coming on.
Lady Gaga: And at the end, I want to be lying on the charred bed, next to the smoldering remains of Baron Von Underbite. I think it goes without saying that at this point, I should look like a blonde Amy Winehouse, and have sparks shooting out of my nipples.
Music video planners: Why not? Fuck it, do whatever you want. I’m going to go hang myself in the bathroom.

Oh, expect a full blog post on this one. Right after my mind is done exploding.

Had an awesome signing last night at Schuler Books in Lansing. Super cool, although they served wine and I ended up signing a bunch of stock, “Legalize it!”

So, this morning I’m nursing my hangover (no, it wasn’t just the wine… the fishbowl of Margarita at La Senorita was a contributing factor to my delinquency) and enjoying Pocoyo with my daughter.

What is Pocoyo, you ask? Only the single most soothing thing on the face of the motherfucking planet.

It’s a Spanish show that was dubbed into English and narrated by a super enthusiastic Stephen Fry. When we discovered this show on Netflix on XBox Live, I thought, “This will distract the kid for a while, so I can make a poo in peace, without her leaning her chubby elbows on my knees and engaging me in a babbling discourse about something only she has a clue about. But once it started, I couldn’t look away. I just kept staring at the screen.

I suppose one could say that Pocoyo’s world is a nightmarish white void of possibility, and that Pocoyo represents our Id, materializing desires from thin air in a realm of limited responsibility and resulting in his ultimate destruction, but I choose instead to enjoy the quiet simplicity of a child of indeterminate gender cavorting with various animal pals in an easy-to-digest format.

But for a long time, something about Pocoyo, himself, was puzzling. I could have sworn I’d seen him somewhere else. Where was it? It seemed like it wasn’t in a particularly nice context… where had I see him before?

Oh, yeah. From one of my LJ friend’s icons:

The internet ruins EVERYTHING.