Why Blame Helena? Well, here are a few reasons to do so. Enjoy a dossier of Claudia Ross's adventures, musings and epiphanies experienced while writing her novels, Le Baton Chronicles.
The Last Supper was the most heartbreaking exchange I've seen on TV in a long time. Scandal blew it out the water with Olivia Pope's betrayal of her father Rowan Pope, or as I affectionately call him - Papa-san Pope. He discovers Olivia's plot with Fitz and Jake to kill him.
Rowan doesn't retaliate against his daughter. He's emotionless for Olivia's had cut him on a level so deep, to experience it could have catastrophic results. Instead, Rowan tells her how much he loves her. In fact, Rowan reveals to Olivia she's pretty much the only person he'd ever loved in the world.
It was all for her.
Olivia was her father's heart. Rowan tells Olivia he's done and walks away. I watched my television in disbelief. My heart broke for Papa-san Pope.
I can't talk about it anymore. Just watch the video. Rowan can tell it better than I can.
But good news! TGIT's Scandal and How To Get Away With Murderhave become my spice in life this fall season. I sit on the couch every Thursday night, finish my homework by 9pm (aka editing my book La Rose Book III Le Baton Chroniclesdue out December 1, 2014 [SHAMELESS PLUG? Yes, but it's my blog]), fire up TweetDeck and behold, my social life streams into view.
So, there are only two episodes remaining before my shows go on break. What am I suppose to do after the last show? I guess there are other shows to watch. I could stream reruns of HTGAWM and Scandal.
Maybe I could read a book.
Or, maybe I could work on writing the mystery series that's been bouncing around my brain for a couple years.
Can there really be life after TGIT?
Sniff.
Enough whining. Here are the promos for tonight's shows.
SCANDAL
Olivia and the Prez need to step off my boy Papa-san Pope. OK, so he's a bit evil, manipulative and controlling. So what? Daddy is who he is. We need to accept him for that.
HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER
Ummm Umph! Annalise will be asking all the tough questions tonight. No getting off easy with this one. She will be rocking the 'fro and the nightie, while slathering on the Vaseline to prep for her fight against the world to figure out #WhoKilledSam, her no good cheating man.
Annalise's dalliances are inconsequential. I think we all agree on this.
Meanwhile, back on the Net...
"Tweeting has been berry, berry, good to you?"
Why yes Chico Escuela, Garret Morris, or whatever name you're using these days. It has been good.
Driving into work this morning, I heard the news Big Bank Hank had passed away from cancer. He was 57 years old.
In 1979, I was standing on the playground during recess wearing my red gingham Toughskins jeans, my white eyelet top and some worn out Converse navy blue hightops gymshoes. A seventh grader (I was in sixth) named Tanya Morris ran over to where I was standing. We walked home from school together most days, along with my younger sister, D'mona. Tanya was very excited. "I know the whole thing," she said.
"What?" I asked. I was trying to read my book.
"You haven't heard it?"
I put down my book. What was she talking about? "Oh, you mean that new rap song?"
"Yeah. The Rapper's Delight." Tanya stared at me. I could see her thought bubble floating away with the word NERD threatening to rupture it. Even then, I didn't take fast to the latest trends.
Tanya stood before me and rapped the entire song - the long version. Never forgot it.
