Dina Meyer and the Drone of the Vuvuzela

Shawna said she was buying me a Mustang, red or blue with racing seats, and that we were no longer paying any bills we don’t like. I didn’t take the opposing side in either of these debates, because there are definitely a few bills I hold a grudge against and I desperately need a muscle…

My first recap since the Comic-Con… uh… let’s call it a debacle, and I felt as if I couldn’t just launch into a new season of unintentional/intentional subtext without some sort of acknowledgment of said debacle. It was here that I was going to touch on events as they unfolded. I spent a good deal…