I caught up on the new season of "The Blacklist" last night. I was worried for the first couple of episodes because they made me think stuff like: "Did they fire all the good writers and start using interns?" Or: "Why are they wasting Mary Louise Parker's talent by having her sit in a chair looking vaguely uncomfortable? She's so much better than that." Or even: "I never thought I would say this, but I kind of miss Megan Boone's wig."
But things finally clicked back into place after a couple of dud episodes. Paul Reubens really helped things along. When he showed up in his creepy Bond Villain turtleneck and started complaining about the wetworks, I knew it was all going to be okay.
If I started a Tumblr today it would probably be called "Paul Reubens in a Yellow Turtleneck, Fuck Yeah!" Well, maybe not. That's probably already taken.