Song Lyric of the Day:
Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me / Cuz we need a little controversy, / Cuz it feels so empty without me
Eminem / “Without Me”
11:42AM.
I’m getting ready to run some errands, and Caleb is giving me this mournful, hopeful look that he won’t be put in his crate. Which is exactly what I intend to do before heading out.
Rich caught Caleb, assisted by Snoops, finishing off the box of long matches yesterday. This, along with past attempts by Caleb to pick up cigarette butts, his fascination with fire, and his ingestion of a cigar that left his breath smelling like a humidor, have led me to one conclusion: he wants to be a smoker. Which is totally out of the question. He is only three years old, after all.
8:27PM.
After running to Sam’s Club for groceries and Best Buy to do some Christmas shopping, I came home, cleaned the kitchen, and settled in to work on my second children’s book. I’m happy to report I’m nearing the finish line; maybe four more pages and it’s done. That’s my primary goal tomorrow. Yay me.
Now I’m killing time until the fall finale of Prison Break (hey, it’s Monday night–you know I’m going to talk about it). A half hour and counting…I’ll post my usual recap after the finale airs.
10:03PM.
Okay, people, breathe with me…deep breath in, deep breath out. How awesome was the Prison Break finale? I was on the edge of my seat most of the time, yelling occasionally, and wondering the whole time which direction the show would take me–the true test of a well-written, well-acted, and well-run TV show. (Let me go ahead and thank Fox for scheduling its return in March, and not making us wait until May as originally planned. Very smart move. See what I do for that network? I should work for them at this point. But I digress).
Picking up where last week’s episode left off, Abruzzi was taken to a hospital via helicopter; like Sucre and the others, we were left wondering if he survived (I’d guess not based on the amount of blood lost). The remaining PI crew members have their suspicions about T-Bag’s involvement in Abruzzi’s attack. Michael thanked Dr. Sara for all she’s done for him, essentially saying goodbye. Lincoln was confined to solitary for attacking the CO outside the guard break room. Michael managed to sneak a pill in to him via the prison ‘s priest in Sucre’s mother’s rosary which induced food poisoning-like symptoms in Lincoln, landing him in the infirmary. It turns out C-Note was using those postcards from Iraq to keep up the ruse for his family that he’s overseas on military duty and not incarcerated at Fox River Penitentiary. Veronica got press coverage for Lincoln’s case, exposing the fact that she had an informant whom she had yet to meet with willing to reveal incriminating details. Veronica’s meeting with Agent Hale didn’t go too smoothly–he failed to give her the letter naming everyone involved in the conspiracy behind Lincoln’s framing and then was interrupted by Agent Kellerman, who killed him. Veronica could only watch helplessly as Kellerman killed Hale and took the letter. Back in prison, the PI crew finally put their plan in motion and made their way through the tunnels and to the grate under the infirmary to discover that the pipe Michael had worked on destroying over the last few weeks had been replaced. Michael conceded defeat and was threatened by T-Bag in return. And that’s where our erstwhile wannabe escapee convicts are stuck until March.
That’s the recap in a nutshell. Now for my personal opinions and observations. First, how much hotter did Wentworth Miller look when he got angry with C-Note and went apesh!t on T-Bag’s a$$? OMG. And was I the only one hoping he’d finally just go ahead and kiss Sara? She looked ready to melt just from him touching her arm. I mean, he has no idea if or when he might see her again. Carpe diem, Michael!
I know Veronica meant well during the press conference, but I was yelling at her to stop talking; she did end up revealing way too much, ultimately costing Agent Hale his life and blowing her chances of getting a hold of the letter he had for her. Veronica’s visit to Lincoln was really touching, though, albeit very brief.
As usual, I was impressed with the writers’ cleverness in revealing Michael had that magic little pill hidden under his skin. Speaking of…ewww–how gross was that when he sliced his arm open to get it? Michael was also pretty resourceful in using the rosary to transport the pill, although his emotions during his prayer session with the reverend were genuine.
My only complaints about the finale are that Westmoreland barely had anything to do this episode, LJ was a no-show, and now I have to wait UNTIL MARCH to see what happens next.
I’ll do my best to keep the PB home fires burning until then, like blogging throughout the rumored second FX marathon (See, Fox? See how I promote you?) and talking about any media coverage the show and its cast receive.
I’d recommend the show’s official site, IMDB page, and some of the many fan, TV, and cast members’ sites to tide you over in the meantime. I know I’ll be checking them out.
Honestly, if it weren’t for Tivo and my DVR, I’d be freaking out about the WM and PB withdrawal. God, I love technology.
