Drain the Cheerleader, Save the World.

So…Sark is actually Adam Monroe. Which means he was never Kensei? Maybe? Or does this mean someone like Claire never dies? And what, for the love of everything, is Angela Petrelli’s power?

In other news, Pa Parkman got out-nightmared by Matt, which means Molly woke up. And Niki injected the virus in her arm, only to learn that the strain of the virus she has is immune to Mohinder’s blood cure. Mohinder learns Claire is his only hope and he’s issued a gun, lest Bennett refuse to give Claire up for blood mining to save the world.

Which brought one of Isaac’s last paintings to fruition. Which might bring another to fruition – the one where Bennett is dead. Unfortunate.

The highlight of the episode? Peter in quarantine = Peter in a garbage can getting hosed down. Shirtless. Peterlicious. Tasty, tasty.

Okay, I have to go visit dreamland before the image of Peter Petrelli dripping wet and shirtless leaves my brain. Sweet dreams are made of this, indeed.

I’ll Be A Scab – Pick Me!

So, the Writers’ Guild is on strike. And while I’mall for a unionized workforce – better wages, benefits, working hours, etc. – I’m also all for getting my foot in the door.

I don’t know if I have what it takes to be a serial TV writer, but now is as good a time as any to find out, right? I could probably do a soap opera, day or prime time. I’m pretty sure I could do better than most of the shows on The CW (Gossip Girl and Everybody Hates Chris being the exceptions; Gossip Girl only because it’s just an affluence I could never imagine for myself). I could probably be okay on most ABC sitcoms, too.

In the mean time, I will hope for the best regarding the shows I heart deeply, but really, TV producers – I’m willing to take a swing. Put me in coach.