Well, there have been two episodes of Veronica Mars so far, and I have to say that I'm unsure how I feel yet. Everything seems a bit off; just a little awkward, like watching a concert on the Jumbotron—I can see their lips move, but hear the songs a half a second later.

I'm not sure how to take the developments over the summer. I'm glad that Veronica and Logan were together for a little while, and I'm glad his aggressive side came out when she ended things. It's a good sign when producers don't forget the negative aspects of a character after he or she becomes a fan favourite. I'm also glad that Veronica is with Duncan, and that Duncan still solves his problems by walking away. And that Wallace can't really act.

The major story arc is still bothering me. A bus? Really? Who cares? I was kinda hoping that Big Dick Casablancas was going to be offed, leaving his trophy wife Kendall and his two sons looking alternately grieved and guilty. I guess that's too close to the Lilly Kane murder—but at least it would have been more plausible than someone cutting the brakes to kill Veronica (or Duncan, or Dick, or whomever else may end up looking like the intended victim). I just can't feel the pain.

Oh well, I'll give it time.

Was this worth waiting for, Elena? I feel like I've rambled a lot, but said nothing. Ah well, I'm still recovering from the end of Snow and Ashes. Oh, wait! I get it now. The snow and ashes refer to the notice about Jamie and Claire's death that Brianna saw in the paper. Dang! That Gabaldon is a clever lass!

I'm listening to: Imogen Heap, I Megaphone. I love her voice. I love this album. Yummy!

I just got home from: A History of Violence. Hey, since when have we had 14A and 18A ratings? P.S. In case you're wondering, Maria Bello's cuffs don't match her collar.