Hey Gasmi. How many of you out there think that Nashville is now going to add a Mindy McCready –based character, now that she is (sadly) back in the news. At least for one or two cycles. Until some other celebrity fucks up. If anyone out there is wondering why we even care about this, consider the 24 hour news channels. That’s a lot of time to fill and not many news consumers want in-depth analysis. Also, I must recommend House of Cards on Netflix. Mah god! Yes, I should have been watching and writing up Nashville but I just couldn’t tear myself away. I love Robin Wright (have done since her Santa Barbara days) and Kevin Spacey is just so damn compelling in almost every thing he’s done. But now I turn my attention to Nashville…
Is Goodman’s hair puffier than usual?
Rayna completely accidentally, totally not on purpose, slides herself into the elevator with Deacon. And he totally ignores her. It’s pretty hot. I love a cold bastard who is secretly boiling inside with pent-up lust.

Gunnar is being all man-of-the-house at Scarlett’s, fixing stuff. Scarlett’s landlord drops by to remind Scarlett she is late on the rent. Coincidentally, Gunnar is also having housing troubles (his room-mates are, by all evidence, fourteen year old boys). If only I could guess where this leads…

Poor cornpone Barbie. Whatever will she do about the rent?
And to go off on a tangent here – doesn’t she look a bit porcine? I mean, she’s gorgeous, don’t misunderstand me. But y’know how some people look like birds and other people look like primates (my face is definitely monkey-ish). She’s got a touch of the pig-face. It’s the nose, I think.
Rayna is doing a double-time dance around with Teddy trying to explain away Deacon’s presence on the tour. It’s almost comical. Teddy asks if Rayna has seen Deacon since firing him (y’know, months ago…)
Wellll, sure. A couple of times. You know, because we’re friends. Even though I fired him. We still care about each other. But remember, I fired him. So it’s ok that I see him whenever the mood strikes me. OK, Second Choice? Let’s just enjoy this time we have apart until I decide what I want to do with you and our sham marriage. Also, thanks for raising Deacon’s bastard kid.
Teddy’s totally fed up with Rayna’s bullshit but he’s also kind of playful about it. I don’t think he gives a fuck anymore.

And honestly, good for him. Just don’t go running into Peggy’s crazy arms. She will boil a bunny in your kitchen in front of your kids, mark my words.
OK, so, I’ve called your school, they know you aren’t feeling well and won’t be there today. Now, I’ve got to get to work but I’ll call you later to make sure you’re feeling better. Now give Mommy a goodbye kiss.
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Teddy and Peggy have a brother/sister chemistry that is downright unsettling. I will need scotch to get through further copulation scenes between the two of them.
“Without evolution, (Juliette’s) fans will grow up and leave her behind. And younger listeners will be too busy listening to the new flavour of the month. Seriously, look at Avril Lavigne.” Seriously, look at Taylor Swift! That’s who I was thinking of the whole time I was reading your (reasonable) rant about Juliette wanting to mature with her music.
And am I the only dirty old lady who thinks that sassy red microphone of Juliette’s looks like a cheap vibrator???
And, SourCake, I’ll happily wait longer for you to include photos, because you pick good ones and have a knack for giving them very funny/appropos titles!