I don't think that I am giving anything away when I tell you that on tonight's episode of Veronica Mars, she takes a job at her college library. Sure, I bristled when she begged to be saved from the "boring job at the library" that the folks at financial aid had waiting for her. But by the time she had seen the light at the end, I was ready to forgive and, perhaps, I let out a cheer. Maybe. I think she will find that detective work and librarianship have more in common than she thinks.
That, or we will never hear about the library again. (Although Mr. suspects that they have a camera in our house, which is why V now works in the library. If next week is knitting, waxing poetic about salt and pepper potato chips, and obsessed with re-using paper before recycling it then I will get suspicious.)
I remain faithful, but what's with the feminist=angry, feminine=well-meaning metamessage? Perhaps this is the theme of the CW, what with the Gilmore Girls and America's Next Top Model.
On a separate TV-related note, I am typically down on the later episodes of the Simpsons. However, while semi-watching the Simpsons go to Japan ep for the gajillionth time I heard this line, for the first time:
Marge: You liked Rashomon.
Homer: That's not how I remember it.
I am sure that Homer got kicked in the balls two seconds later, but for a moment there was funny.