How does Veronica Mars, a private detective, dress up for Halloween when she does so on an almost daily basis?

Veronica used Weevil during her criminology oral report. Weevil gets bigger each time I see him. Weevil was very surprised to find that Veronica was dating Logan. He stormed off in a huff. Keith is also taking the Dean’s case, which is to find his dying stepson’s real father. Then a few dead presidents robbed the illegal on campus casino while Veronica was there. They even stole the sentimental necklace that Veronica wore. And now we come to the first commercial. Whew! Wait, that was just the credits. There is still more before plot to get through before we get to breath. Not bad! That’s a lot of bang to start off this episode.

Veronica thinks Weevil pulled the robbery. Wouldn’t she have seen Weevils giant neck tattoo? That wouldn’t prove anything, I suppose. It could have been that jerk from Project Runway.

The someone framed Weevil for ordering a pizza. What? I missed something somewhere. Whatever happened, Weevil is in jail and Veronica is on the case.

I’m calling right now, for everyone to read, that the Dean of Hearst College is in actuality the Hearst rapist. That’s right, I own that guess. Get your own!

The guns in the robbery were from the Hearst film department. In fact, the guns and presidential masks were used in a short film that was playing while Logan and Veronica looked for said items.

Keith was being questioned in the disappearance of the Dean’s wife’s ex-husband and deadbeat dad. Guess who stole the ex-husband for his bone marrow to save their dying son? The wife in that equation.

And the campus rent-a-cop robbed the illegal casino. And Veronica got her necklace back from his bratty daughter.

The end! I’m off to do improv!

Happy Halloween! What could be scarier than watching a rerun of the Gilmore Girls? Nothing. Time for some Gilmore Girls fan fiction. This should sharpen my chops for the start of NaNoWriMo.

Look How Much I Can Whine In A Short Amount Of Time
A Gilmore Girls Fan Fiction by Aric McKeown

The stout middle aged woman fell through the popcorned ceiling. Her screaming voice echoing off the crumbling walls like a wolf who swallowed one pack of extra strength gauze and two packs of unfiltered Marlboro Reds. The kitsch lamp broke the fall of the raucous cherub while piercing her heart and spine in one grand fraction of a second. As the white walls collapsed around the now lifeless body, a crimson jet of thick fluid covered the settling debris like an oil well in a thick Oklahoma dust storm.

From the rubble came a low yet rapid moan. A familiar yet annoying voice was emanating from beneath the now collapsed Gilmore household. The basement was the only thing left untouched beyond the natural gas that was now slowly filling it. The voice had a very small amount of time left to live. It was certainly making th most of its final moments on Earth.

Lorelai Gilmore was the owner of the muffled and constantly running vocal cords. At the time of the untimely collapse, she had been musing on the accumulation of dryer lint for the last hour. A small spider in the beginning his new life was left dead in the corner, a victim of the very rarely fatal condition of burst spider ear drums. Future generations will claim that the spider simply lost its will to live.

The constant chatter wasn’t stopped in Lorelai’s final moments. Her scared and insecure inside was masked by her incessant air passage through her throat and past her fat lips that were turning blue ever so slowly, but not slowly enough.

Aside from the pastures of cows just outside the city limits, Stars Hallow was losing its second biggest producer of warm and offensive air. Who would now make it a point to find something uninteresting in the things that others already knew were uninteresting? One might be inclined to state that Rory Gilmore, the daughter of the soon to be deceased, would carry on the legacy of ridiculous gum flapping. Few people knew that Rory contained a self destruction device that was triggered by the stopping of Lorelai’s heart.

There was nothing Earth shaking being said the lonely basement that Lorelai Gilmore occupied before the final curtain. Her senses were going out as she took a deep breath of the deadly. There was no one around to hear her last words. Even sadder, no one would have remembered them if they were there. No one remembers last words that come in the form of sprawling paragraphs.

National Novel Writing Month starts tomorrow, and I’m taking the first foolish step and giving it a whirl. How will I write 50,000 words while holding down a full time job and watching hours of television each night? Who said that I could? But there is not time like the present. Except for yesterday. Yesterday felt a lot like the present when I was there.

Anywho, read along as I try to right a quick and dirty novel, or join along and become my writing buddy if you are up for the challenge. My NaNoWriMo profile can be found write here. I mean, right here.

I can’t afford to make screw ups like that again. Stay in the zone, Aric! Stay in the zone!

Oh yeah, you can see my word count progress in the left hand navigation bar. See it? Hello, tiny graphic.

Heroes left us off with a murdering ex in Niki’s house. I should specify ex-husband. Not ex-butcher, or ex-baker, or ex-candlestick maker.

Peter and Hiro has a nice little chat about saving the cheerleader. All the while, the cheerleader takes cupcakes out of the oven with no oven mitts. Heck, I’d do that if I could heal myself. You could also use Arrested Development‘s Cornballer without fear.

Niki didn’t tell the cops who came to her door that her murderous ex was inside. Or bank robbing ex. I’m not sure exactly what he did or tried to do.

Beating up Hiro and his porno pal wasn’t enough for the cheated cowboys. They are back for more. More beating ups. Or maybe they really do just want to talk. Should they talk about the weather?

Hiro and friend hid in a bathroom while someone came in and caused a ruckus in their farce of a poker game. The angry cowboy became less angry when Hiro worked his magic for him. He became less happy when he was killed.

Niki and her ex are going to talk to a horse, from what I can gather. The ex says he was framed. By the people who did the framing are dead. The people that got killed while Hiro was in the bathroom. Niki must have killed them.

The poor actress who hung out with the Indian fellow is actually working for the cheerleader’s evil father. Those were a lot of dots that needed connecting.

Niki and Niki are finally sitting down and talking. Is split personality disorder really a super power? Anywho, it was Niki that framed her ex and stole the 2 million dollars.

Niki’s ex can put himself through stuff! And hands into hearts, like Neo in the Matrix. Man, that was a terrible moment in movie history.

Prison Break won out over How I Met Your Mother for the first time in a couple weeks. That was all baseball’s doing. Hey, is the World Series over? Is it terrible that I have no idea?

The tattooed fellow is on the run in some sort of communal garden. He slipped away from his captors. And his brother who ran off a couple episodes ago finally met up with his son. And the FBI director is upset. And the world keeps turning.

Tattoo bought some clothing in the creepiest voice possible, to which the clerk helped him in the cheeriest voice possible. If that was not meant to contrast in extremes, that is poor acting or casting or writing or all of the above!

Brother and son are toughing it out. They have to ditch their hot ride because they were recognized. Recognized as criminals. Is still ditch my car if anyone recognizes me, even though I am not a criminal. It is the best practice.

Tattoo is impersonating an FBI officer. Doesn’t he know that is illegal? He could end up in prison!

Now the insane guy paid for some flowers but stole some scissors! Jail has hardened these criminals something fierce.

The person that crazy man was looking to murder with stolen scissors moved. It is sad when dreams crumble right before your eyes. Also, the discredited prison guards jumped him. They took a dump on his dreams that were already crumbled. Harsh.

Now fake FBI is harassing real FBI. He is making an obscene phone call to him from his wife’s phone. Or maybe it is because he is whispering. Why the whispering? Did your parents teach you to talk like that?

The guards just ripped apart the stitches that were holding together crazy man’s poor hand. That was wonderfully gruesome. Give me more of that!

This show wouldn’t be that bad, if it weren’t for all the bad parts.

So far I have seen two full episode of Battlestar Galactica. So forgive me if I’m not quite interested in the many different characters yet. It doesn’t help they the cylons look just like humans. They could use some giant bumps on their head.

The humans just escaped from cylon control last episode. I think. That is what my limited intelligence has told me. One of these humans is being tried as a traitor. He is executed for treason. Oooo, I hope they shoot him out an airlock! Hooray! My hopes were answered. I should make a birthday hope. They seem to come true more often than wishes.

Back with the cylons, the greasy and shallow faced one wakes up naked in a pulsating room. At least he has his own giant menacing robot to watch after him. Or murder him. Robots can go either way.

Saul is the grumpy man with one eye. I would be grumpy if I had one eye. He should try eating spinach. They might give me an overinflated sense of power and self worth. He better watch out for Eugene the Jeep, a yellow, vaguely dog-like animal from Africa with magical powers.

The humans are dealing out justice for war crimes among their own ranks. It is a good thing those airlocks clean themselves.

This episode is mainly about judging who has betrayed the humans to the cylons. You are going to get any sympathy from Saul. He poisoned his wife for being a traitor. How will he feel about someone he doesn’t shag? Hah, I used the word “shag.” I am so dumb.

There isn’t any justice like prairie justice. Space justice is pretty close though.

While this episode was very plot, character, and emotion heavy, it felt better than the first episode I watched. I am becoming a little more comfortable with this universe. I would like to start watching for the first episode of the new series. The quality looks to be there, both in the writing and the atmosphere.

Doctor Who has become one of my favorite shows, and it is all because of you! Is that a new shirt? You’re looking sharp!

Skin of metal, brain of a man. A fellow in a wheelchair has made a “cyberman” whose very existence is in conflict with the Geneva Convention. Wheelchair man doesn’t care, and he orders the cyberman to murder his tattletale assistant. Cybermen don’t ask questions. Yet.

Meanwhile, with the Doctor, that Tardis dies due to the time vortex disappearing. I blame David Copperfield. There are in London, but it isn’t the other David Copperfield‘s fault. This alternate version of London has tons of leadless zeppelins overhead.

Rose’s dad is still alive in this backwards London. He is a very successful advertisement. Er, advertising executive. Politician? Regardless, this means there is an alternate reality Rose too. Rose is a dog. Is that alternate enough for you?

Wheelchair man in the floating balloons can download information from minds of London’s citizens. That is what you get when you have metal antennas in your ears. What would be worth downloading from my mind? The trick is to be forgetful, so you are useless. Then the world is yours.

Men in nice white suits are stealing homeless men. Oh, this is happening in the show too.

Meanwhile, the Doctor blew 10 years of his life into a little recharging device for the Tardis. Don’t worry, he has a lot of time left in him. He is a Time Lord after all. The could teach CEOs something about time management. And smiling.

The Prime Minister and Rose’s alt daddy just got on the wheelchair man’s blimp. And those antennas in the heads of the good citizens? Bluetooth. They download weather, news, jokes, and everything right into their heads. Aside from downloading your thoughts, that sounds pretty nice.

The homeless men are getting upgrades! It is charity, really. Or evil. Evil charity. The homeless men are now cybermen! Do cybermen dream of electronic soup?

Mickey has a subplot that I am uninterested in. I don’t fancy Micky too much. He is whiny. Rose is whiny sometimes, but at least she is having fun.

Now the cybermen are going to ruin a perfectly lovely 40th birthday party. The Doctor, while not unphased, has seen them before. Cybermen, not birthdays. Probably birthdays too. But after thousands of them, you probably stop caring. Birthdays, not cybermen.

The goal of the cybermen is to upgrade everyone to cybermen. And women. I haven’t seen any cyberboobies though. Maybe it is just men.

Oh no! The hour is almost over and the Doctor is surrendering to an army of cybermen! Delete, delete, delete, delete, to be continued. Curses!

Supernatural brings the real horror to the Halloween season. No Great Pumpkin bull here.

An older and portly doctor got a phone call. Suddenly, he buys a gun and shoots the gun store owner. Then he does himself in. Sean saw this in one of his crazy visions. It hasn’t happened yet, but it could.

Ben Edlund, creator of The Tick, wrote this episode. He wrote the Jaynestown episode of Firefly too. So if my calculations are correct, Ben Edlund rocks!

After a quick trip to the Roadhouse and a spin of REO Speedwagon on the jukebox, Sean is on the road again with a lead.

When Sean has visions, they are of people who have been touched by the demon, like himself. This demon gives these fellas power, like the ability to make friends and influence people. For example, this young mind controller got Sean to cheerfully give up his car. All the while, Sean followed the doctor and stopped his shooting spree. Instead, the doctor got hit by a bus.

The mind controlling kid the boys are after? He isn’t the one killing people with his mind. There is another mind out there that will cause a middle aged lady to douse herself with gasoline and calmly light herself with her car’s cigarette lighter. Whoever the murderer is, they hate their elders.

The lady who burnt was the mind controller’s mother. The doctor who died delivered him. You see, mind control was adopted. And he has a twin! An evil twin with mind control powers!

The evil twin, with no eye patch but with a goatee, was ready to kill the good twin’s girlfriend. Now it time for a twin battle! Oh, the good one shot the bad one in the back. That was simple.

That was an okay episode. I was hoping for more twin hijinks, even it they were only fraternal.