Lately I've embarked on trying to write and record a series of Yoga / Taiji records that might be of interest to practitioners of those arts. The sound is decidedly modern and electronic but with some real voices and bamboo flute / shakuhachi thrown in the mix. The beats are thick, heavy and deep, and the overall sound is dark and introspective, hopefully with enough of an ethnic vibe thrown in to make it appropriate for accompanying esoteric pursuits. I think a lot of it would make great soundtrack material too, but then I would think that, wouldn't I? I'm trying to come up with some names to release these records under so any ideas are welcome.

I just bought an Akai MPK49 controller specifically with this project in mind, and it's working out nicely. As a former MPC2000 user, the MPK has similar pads as well as a 49 key keyboard. Everything's being done in Ableton's Live 7 (allows easy matching of tempos, integration of midi and audio, easy integration of loops etc..) with virtual instruments such as Atmosphere, FM8, FM7, B4II, Guru, Absynth 2 and 4, Korg Legacy Series, and a few others. I've set up in Monk Flannelberry's treehouse, which is a great space to work in, even with icelandic sheep right underneath. While the main studio is a much more comprehensive setup, my treehouse studio does anything I need it to. The interface is a MOTU 8Pre, which has always impressed me with its simplicity, stability and great design. The main computer is my aging Compaq laptop with the addition of a firewire external drive daisy chained out of the 8Pre. Other than that, it's a $49 MXL mic (which actually sounds amazing, even compared to many of my much more expensive mics) my workhorse Fender Urge bass, a Japanese Tele Deluxe from '85, and the MPK49 which does most of the work. I don't really have room for monitors in the treehouse, so a pair of Audio Technica headphones serve up the sound until I can get the mixes back to the Adams in the main studio.

It's been a lot of fun so far, though when colder days arrive, I'll be hard pressed to heat the treehouse. Currently the only power source is a very long extension cord from the house on a 15 amp external GFI outlet, so even a garden variety 1500 w space heater will be a bit much for the available power setup. I guess I'll have to find some small chimney for the mini-woodstove I had originally planned but never implemented in the treehouse.

No work today, so slept late. Woke up for the last episode of I Survived a Japanese Gameshow on abc.com.

Met with a furniture company about shooting advertisements for them. They seem interested. Waiting to hear back from them. Could be a good source of some extra cash.

Raven threw up on the bed and the carpet.  Yum.  Nothing like cat throw-up to make my day.

Watched an episode of Monk with dinner and then Tetris battles until 9:30pm. Reading time for a bit, then lights out for the first day at school with kids.

So..birthday happened, it was alright. Few relatives sent me some cheques, nothing fancy, like £20 or £50, then I opened the xbox hueg card from my Uncle (technically my Aunt's boyfriend, not my fault they haven't got married after 20+ years).. and  there's a cheque for £500 in it. Well, I was heartily suprised.

Keep in mind this is coming from the man who owns his own plane, a mercedes LUXURYYYY van (his work vehicle) some motorbike and a Dodge er... I dunno what it's called, a REALLY FUCKING LOUD Dodge car that looks pretty awesome. So yeah, I guess it's not really that suprising, but damn, my favourite Uncle for sure. (My other Uncle was MEGARICH too, but he died some years back).

Sigh, why did my parents have to be an office worker and a building surveyor.. why not a celebrity chauffeur and a manager of his own company. Oh well! ..Perhaps I should see how to get into the chauffeur business..

So, what did I get and what did I do for my birthday, you scream? Despite what I SAID not one post ago, I did end up going out and drinking, although I'll note that I didn't drink much, because as I said, I somewhat value my organs and my brain cells, plus.. it plain doesn't taste good. So yeah, my friend from Weymouth (one of them, I know two people thar) baked me a.................cake, I suppose you could call it, and she insisted that I eat it, even if she had apparently used it as a punching bag as it was more squashed than a bulldogs face. So yeah, It wasn't really that fun or amazing, but I'll certainly remember it, unlike my 17th and 15th, I literally remember nothing of those.

The day before, however, I went to see "The Dark Knight", the new Batman film, indeed.. I was.. impressed, oddly, impressed by a superhero movie. If you have been reading this blog for any amount of time, you would know that I'm somewhat hard to impress by movies. Especially superhero movies.

Now, I won't say it was OMGAMAZING, but it certainly was watchable, I'll put a review in the review section at some point, for now I'll summarize. To be frank, I've never been a fan of superheroes or their movies. Blade (1998 ) and The Punisher (2004?) as well as Spiderman (2002?) are exceptions, now, maybe it's because they don't have such moronic outfits but whatever. So.. The Dark Knight, oh right, there might be spoilers so.. read at your peril. First off, Heath Ledger's portrayal of The Joker was.. most impressive. I can't say I know what to compare it to as I know nothing of The Joker's character, many say Jack Nicholson (or however you spell his name) did it best.. but I've not seen that movie, or at least I don't remember it. Ledger's performance impressed me, it's depressing to know that a (somewhat) young actor who had talent is now no longer amongst us, although perhaps his act will inspire others to..suck less.

Why was his acting good? Well, you couldn't tell he was acting. Much like Johnny Depp's performance as Jack Sparrrrer. Not only that, it was generally.. disturbing, his character, that is. His views on the world, which are quite realistic in this age, and his confusion when they were wrong were also interesting points. Yet, it's not the sort of thing I can explain, you have to see it for yourself.

Moving onto the acting of others, Christian Bale? Not bad at all, although I think he was better suited to the Grammaton Cleric he played in Equilibrium. Morgan Freeman? Same as he always is in every movie, wise old man, they should just credit him as "Morgan Freeman - Himself" he's literally the same person in every movie I see him in. Err... oh right, that Harvey Dent guy, that was pretty good, his "fall from grace" was somewhat realistic I suppose, but his face was just nasty, IF I SEE THAT GOD DAMN EYE ONE MORE TIME. Everyone else sucked.

Action scenes were somewhat few and far between, but they were pretty good, light humour is ESSENTIAL to superhero fight scenes, I refuse to take it entirely seriously when a guy in spandex is fighting a guy who can shoot lightning out his ass. (Spiderman 2 and 3, Fantastic 4) The fights with The Joker were uh.. well, Batman beats the crap out of him more or less, the "WHAT IS THAT A BAZOOKA" line during the car chase made me smile, as did Ledger's "I like this job I like this job I like this job", amongst many others. Music was alright too. So.. complaints? Voice that Bale puts on when voicing Batman, I understand that he tries to sound more 'animalistic' and growly to come across intimidating, as well as helping him not feel so moronic in his suit, but it just comes across as forced and distracting. I'M BATMAAAAAAN.

Oh right, I forgot the mobile phone sonar radar spanning the entire city, that was just retarded.

Eeeh.. not really sure what else to go on about. Soul Calibur IV is pretty fun and good, it's not really a balanced game compared to say, Brawl, but it's very fun if you like fighting games (which I do). I also love customizing characters for some reason, I've spent more time customizing them than playing, I've altered several characters to my liking (as making a male character with Xianghua or Setsuka's moveset looks plain.. stupid), namely, Xinghua (who now has a proper chinese attire and SC sword) Talim (who looks more like a ninja and less like a freak who screams SOAR SOAR WIND SOAR WIND), Amy (with a pirate costume.) and Killik with a pink thong, pink afro, pink staff and pink glasses, with a pink sailor hat. I really love fighting people online with him. I HATE Killik.

The Apprentice? He's absurdly broken, it's like taking a force user with a lightsaber and pitting him against people with normal weapons. OH... WAIT.

The end of match beatdowns still exist! That makes me SO happy, I've been called many unpleasant words by people after I KO them, walk over to their body and do my custom character (who uses Sieg's style) down kick, where he basically curb stomps them really fast, whilst their character repeats their death cry clip over and over (sounds FUCKING HILARIOUS) and squirms about on the ground seeking to escape the armoured talon of my characters foot as it crushes their face into the ground. I love it.

I'm having to swap the voice audio from English to Japanese alot, some of the English voices are pretty good, some are AWFUL, but generally I find the Japanese ones sound alot less stupid, they also have better attack.. noises. To quote some awful English ones, Maxi (WUTAH noises and RISING DRAGON OF THE ZODIAC KICK) Talim (oh my GOD SOAR SOAR SOAR WIND). Yet, Ivy and Yoda sound better in English, Sieg is a real tough choice, because I strongly suspect he's voiced by the guy who voices Viral in TTGL, or, someone more of you will know.. Adult Link in Zelda. THAT'S RIGHT. TEEEEEEEET, TEEEEYAH. In all honesty, I would love a fighting game where everyone is voiced by their correct uh.. country? As in, Mitsurugi, being an Eleven, speaks Japanese, Hilde speaks German (Redhead + german girls seem to go well, Asuka Langley, anyone?) Raphael speaks French, and so on. No American accents.. please. Not that I dislike the American accent (I do) but it just sounds out of place and distracts me, I don't understand why Ivy has an English accent, but Mitsurugi has an American one, oh well.

Also, why are Japanese characters always god tier in Japanese fighters? Ryu/Ken in SF (I'm not sure of that, but everyone seems to play Ken - who is Japanese, his hair is dyed.) Kasumi, Ryu and Hayate in DOA4, all Japanese.. and Ninjas. Marth in Brawl (okay that's sort of unfair as Snake, Metaknight and D3 are all better than him and he's not really Japanese, but shrug) and Mitsurugi in SCIV.. shrug. It may be unintentional, god knows, if I was making DOA5 I would make Eliot one of the strongest, NOT because he's British. Rather, because he has one of the most functional, refined, and powerful martial arts that're used in the game. Intention Boxing doesn't screw about. Him, Gen Fu and Jan Lee would be god tier, Hayate would be high tier, in a killing match, god tier, why? Well, Ein's karate gives him an extremely "judo" like knowledge of the joints and throws, and well placed strikes, his... ninjitsu gives him ways to kill, against almost any opponent, broken limbs, be they neck or leg, would be inflicted on his foes. In a non killing match, surely a broken leg is just as bad you cry! Not really, in DOA land you can break a featherlight females leg in 4-6 different places, but one second later she'll get back up and kick you in the face with it. So there.

Woops I sort of mini ranted then, oh well. I think that's about everything on my mind.

Oh, yeah, Frahlo has FFXI, so today I got my WAR to level 7 (mostly with him) which was sort of slow work due to his MUST PULL HATE FROM TANK obsession. Oh well, having another person who plays it is good, now that Monk is 18, I can move WAR up to 37 with a fully leveled sub happily enough, then? Then I can move on getting Monk to 75, whilst considering any other classes.. such as SAM, DRK and PLD (Samurai, Dark Knight and Paladin) I.. also need to farm silk at some point for some dolla.

Well, that's more or less everything.

Oh yes, you want to know my thoughts on Bleach, Naruto, Code Geass and Soul Eater, the anime/manga I'm currently watching/reading? Well.. there's Claymore, Yotsuba and Gintama too, but they DO NOT COUNT OKAY.

Bleach - shitty fights I don't care about these guys unless they pull a suprise bankai.

Code Geass - Suzaku you douchegargler, Lelouch you cad, Nina you FUCKING CUNTMERCHANT.

Soul Eater - Last weeks filler was AAAAAASSSSSSSS, this weeks looks pretty damn good.

Naruto.. you wanna see Naruto's reaction? Scroll down.

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Neither is this.

Next one is it.

Really, I promise.

Okay okay, I'll stop fooling around.

Here.

Here's a bonus one, as I like it.

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Mr Monk Gets Lotto Fever

Young's yarn, about a decent fellow named Mack who must endure the tragic loss of his youngest daughter by a dasdardly killer, provides "stop and think" issues regarding how to deal with the above subjects. This is especially true regarding the issue of forgiving, something paramount, Young believes, to having any chance to become free. But Mack must learn the hard way whether he might forgive both his abusive father, and the man who slaughtered his daughter. Those who help him - yeah, it's God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit in person, one might say, dive into Mack's head and help him resolve the age-old question as to why pain and suffering occur to the best of human beings. In the end, Mack understands better not only this question and potential answsers, but himself and how he wants to lead the rest of his life.

One of the finest books I have ever read, The Shack is a must-read for everyone whether Christian, non-believer, or believer in another spiritual entity. It will scare you, warm your heart, and cause you to touch tender issues you may have deep within. Above all it will teach you that forgiving is arguably the greatest human emotion of all. If you may forgive, then you are free in every sense of the word.

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Continued ..... Soaking and Frenetic(Equity 2) - Take a holiday shake off

Monk gets lotto fever? More like Natalie Teeger gets lotto fever! After the brutal murder of a famous "lotto-girl" Monk's assistant, Natalie is asked at the crime scene to come by to call that night's lotto numbers. Monk, of course, was against the whole thing because of the fact that he is indeed a selfish selfish man.

So that night, Natalie goes for it, and calls out the lotto numbers. I can't be sure about anywhere else in the world, but everywhere I've ever lived, a "lotto-girl" was never popular. The lottery was the lottery, that's it. However, she got widely recognized as the new face of the lottery, and everyone loved her for some reason.

Since Monk is so selfish, he really starts to notice how much he misses being the one that everyone loves. He misses being a celebrity. Now Natalie obtained the celebrity power, and since he can't stand it anymore, he forced her to decide between him and the lottery. Well, since Natalie is also selfish, she chose the lottery, because she liked all the attention.

Soon after this, we learn that the antagonist in this episode was none other than the lottery sound engineer. Monk found out later in the episode that he was planning to win big in the lottery, 212 Million dollars to be precise. The only problem was when Natalie took the job at the lottery, she accidentally got him fired.

With the machine rigged, the same numbers would come up over and over again. So to take the suspicion off of himself, the sound engineer planted a winning lottery ticket with Captain Leland Stottlemeyer. Monk did his thing, and knew exactly what went down in about two minutes.

I liked this episode, like always, but I do have a problem with it. We saw a similar episode of Monk a few seasons ago with basically the same plot. It was about the lottery, and a rigged machine. So I have to admit that this is a more weaker episode of Monk, but I did have fun watching it.

Watch this full episode HERE

Reality Bites Back: The Biggest Chubby

Doctor Who: Turn Left

Monk: Mr. Monk Gets Lotto Fever

Psych: Daredevils!

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(As a side note, there was actually a scene on one of those CSI shows in which the investigators actually did have to rope off a section of beach and then sift through sand one cubic millimeter at a time looking for something or other, and I had to stop watching because the very thought of doing that for a driving almost drove me completely insane.)

All those things seem hard, but they're just make-work for television detectives until the breakthrough comes, about 40 minutes into the investigation. The breakthrough, on every detective show I've ever watched, happens exactly the same way: The detective (police or independent investigator) is doing something completely unrelated to the investigation -- playing ping pong or looking down Cutty's blouse or hiding a cat -- and someone says something that solves the crime.

Say, for example, the detective is investigating a murder involving a guy who was parachuting out of a plane and died because his parachute failed to open in time and he crashed to his death, and the detective investigating it is baffled because the parachute worked perfectly and the jump was done at the correct height and everyone else's parachute in the group opened up and the guy was a longtime parachutist who in fact worked as an instructor and had won a gold medal at the 2002 Parachute X-Games in Vancouver... leading the detective's friends and police chief to conclude that this was just some sort of freak accident but the detective is convinced it was murder.

Say that's the plot of the detective show you're watching. (Note: I just now made that up and it's my idea, so if you're interested in producing that show, better call me because like Richard Pryor's wife in the movie "The Toy," I'm very litigious.) How in the world is the detective going to solve that crime?

Things look lost... until the detective and his/her police chief friend are having lunch one day at the local bagel shop, and the cop friend asks for a diet soda, and they have this exchange:

Detective: Diet soda? You don't drink diet soda.

Cop: I have to lose some weight. The other day, I sat on the couch and broke a spring and we have to have it reupholstered; it couldn't bear my weight anymore.

Detective: (Clearly thinking about the mystery, now): Gained weight... couldn't bear your weight...

At which point, he/she drops his/her lunch and rushes off, leaving the bewildered chief of police or whoever standing there, while the detective goes to the hangar where the parachutist's gear was stored, and gets the boots the parachutist wore on the fatal jump, and slices open the soles, and realizes that the soles have been stuffed with lead weights, making the parachutist heavier so he falls faster and his parachute can't open in time to bear his weight to the ground!

That, readers, is how you write a detective show on TV, and that's how pretty much every single TV detective solves the crimes they're trying to solve. It's not good detective work or fingerprints or being able to use computers magically to 'enhance' a picture beyond any conceivable number of pixels to see the reflection of the actual killer in the edge of a Bic lighter. It's just that offhand comment by a friend or coworker or sassy housekeeper, every time, that solves the crime.

If you ask me, real-life police should take a page from TV detectives and not go around interviewing witnesses; they should do anything but investigate the crime. Go to a theme park. Put on a variety show for the staff. Take up bowling. Whatever they do, someone somewhere will say something (Sorry, we already have a tenor for the opera... wait, tenor... Ten-or... there were more than 10! That's it!) to solve the crime for them.

Based on that, the only real fair way to rate the television detectives is on how interesting of a person they are to watch while you're waiting for the big breakthrough to come up. I don't even bother trying to figure out the mysteries anymore.

Well, that's not exactly true; I do bother, but I do in fact bother to try to figure them out, but I do it in the most annoying way possible by declaring ever more unlikely suspects to be the actual killers. That guy in the background crossing the street that Lenny just looked at? I think it's him. That's because I've been trained to expect not just a big breakthrough, but a twist ending, too. So I try to figure out how big the twist could be. I'm waiting for the ultimate twist ending -- one in which the detective investigating the murder is actually the murderer but doesn't know it.

(Note: that, too, is my idea. See the foregoing note re: my litigiousness.)

But writers know that viewers aren't actually interested in solving the murder; we're there for the quirks and twists of the detective. We want irascible doctors and feisty Assistant LA Police Chiefs with boyfriends who appear to have been laid off by the FBI because they literally never work anymore. We want humorous fake psychics, or, barring all of that, we at least want a borderline psychotic sex-crimes investigator with a secret crush on his partner. We want, in short, someone to hold our interest until a group of dolphins at Seaworld spells out the answer while the detective is supposed to be having a day off. (Those dolphins... they're forming the shape of, yes, it's a popcorn popper! That's it!)

No detective is better at holding the viewer's interest until the mystery is solved via the time-honored deus ex machina system than Adrian Monk, The Best Television Detective. Monk has, it seems, every possible quirk that someone could have. Remorse over dead lover? Check. Weird psychological problems? Check. Sassy assistant? Got her. Impossible level of intelligence? Right here.

Watching the show Monk often means that the mystery takes a back seat to the quirkiness, in a good-to-great way. Adrian's sessions with his shrink, his battles with his arch-enemy Harold Krenshaw, the money troubles he suffers, his family, and his own internal struggle, are all more than sufficient to hold my attention while the 'mystery' unfolds.

It's essential that there be a mystery, though; a show about a guy with OCD and a crushing level of sadness and guilt trying to live his life while on disability leave from the police force would be completely, utterly depressing and quickly canceled. But a show about guy with OCD and a crushing level of sadness and guilt trying to live his life while on disability leave from the police force... solving crimes = Emmy Time -- because the mystery distracts us from how sad his life would be otherwise, and also because the mystery-solving lets us feel good about Adrian Monk and his life; even though he's very very sad, he's also contributing something positive to the world and that means that we can watch the show and anxiously await the killer's unraveling instead of reflecting on how lucky we are in our lives and going to give our kids a hug. TV executives don't want us spending quality time with our families; they want us glued to our TVs through commercials (and hopefully so glued that we'll watch that crummy Holly Hunter show, which we won't.)

A mystery alone won't trap us in our living rooms; but a mystery with a sprinkling of quirk over it has us pinned to that La-Z-Boy, watching while Monk reorganizes his books and mopes about Trudy until, 43 minutes after we start, Natalie's daughter mentions that she was crossing the street that day and saw a pigeon eating a french fry, and Monk gets that look and runs off to the local fast food restaurant, buys a hundred dollars worth of french fries, spreads them on the table, sorts them out, picks one up and runs to a computer, where he goes to the e-Bay website and finds another french fry, nearly identical to the one he's holding, he realizes that the killer committed the murder because the killer makes his living auctioning french fries that look like presidents, and the victim had just come up with a machine that makes all french fries look like presidents.

That, too, is my idea. Remember: very litigious. So until you see all my detective shows on TV, go watch Adrian Monk, The Best Television Detective.

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That's right! Monk and Psych returned to air not too long ago. For Monk, this is his 7^th year on air, and might I say, he still has it! After six full seasons, the writers of Monk know how to keep a story interesting. Every episode they come up with is a brand new case that is entertaining enough to keep an audience. My one minor problem I have with this is that Monk is still grieving over his dead wife. Not to be cruel or anything, but she died several years ago. I say this is a minor problem, simply because Tony Shalhoub puts on an amazing performance as Adrian Monk, and that alone eludes everything else.

MONK: SEASON 7: EPISODE 1: MR. MONK BUYS A HOUSE

The first episode of season seven was called "Mr. Monk Buys a House." While it held up with its promised comedic elements, the heart of this episode was actually very sad. It was completely revolved around the death of Monk's psychiatrist, Dr. Charles Kroger, played by the late Stanley Kamel. The way Monk handled his death, was he bought a new house to get away from his "noisy" neighbor.

Brad Garett, known for his roll as Robert Barone in "Everybody Loves Raymond" guest starred in this episode as "Honest Jake," a renovator that Monk hired to fix up his house. Though Jake ends up destroying Monk's house more than anything.

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This is when we find out that "Honest Jake" isn't so honest after all. His character was actually looking for money that was hidden inside the house Monk bought. So along with dealing with his shrink's death, Monk ends up having to solve two murder cases as well. It's a good episode. Watch the full episode HERE

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MONK: SEASON 7: EPISODE 2: MR. MONK AND THE GENIUS

The last episode of Monk that just aired last week was called "Mr. Monk and the Genius"

This episode was interesting, but not quite as good as the premier. The entire episode revolves around chess, and corny chess lines. I myself am an avid fan of the game, but I wouldn't walk around in my daily life and say things like, "…your move," and "checkmate." It's almost as bad as the cheesy lines in "Batman & Robin."

In this episode, a genius, who is apparently smarter than Einstein, supposedly killed his wife for the money. The only problem is, this guy is a genius, so obviously he can plan out a perfect murder. This fact alone drives Monk mad as he almost plants evidence on the guy, just to get it over with. Come on, Monk! You're smarter than that! There were just parts of the show where the chess master basically committed to the crime, but since he is so smart, I guess that doesn't matter.

I have just one thing to say about this. Chess is a good game, but it doesn't reflect on real life as this episode makes it out. Just because you can think 5 moves ahead of time, doesn't mean you can do the same thing in real life. I don't care who you are, or how smart you claim to be. People are unpredictable, they always have been, and they always will be.

Watch this full episode HERE

PSYCH: SEASON 3: EPISODE 1 – THE GHOST IN YOU

I remember when Psych first aired on USA. I wasn't sure if I'd like it. A show about a guy pretending he had psychic powers to solve crimes? Well, after I saw a few episodes, I was hooked. This show is genuinely hysterical. I do have to admit, however, that I loved the idea of his photographic memory at first, and thought they could have just made the show about that, and it would have been just as good. Looking back at that thought, I realize that I was wrong, that they made a wise decision doing what they did.

This first episode of Psych was interesting. I did like it, don't get me wrong, I am just a little confused how I feel about the direction the shows heading in. It seems they are going for a more dramatic approach. The first episode, we see Shawn's mother comes back into his life, which is a big deal for him. Also Gus has a job, and is forced to quit Psych. I was wondering if this dramatic approach was a one-time deal, but the second episode also had some drama, but I'll get to that later.

Shawn and Gus are hired to investigate a so-called haunted house. If they don't do the job, Gus will be fired from his new job. So together they go to the house, and sure enough the house is spooky.

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We learn that throughout the entire episode, Shawn was orchestrating all of the strange things happening in the house, to make sure Gus keeps his job. Pretty funny.

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Overall, definitely an interesting episode. Still as good as seasons one or two? Too soon to tell. We'll see. Check out this full episode HERE

PSYCHE: SEASON 3: EPISODE 2 – MURDER?...ANYONE?...ANYONE?...BUELLER?

Who doesn't love Ferris Bueller? This is what I love about the titles of all these Psyche episodes, they refer to a popular phrase, or movie title. Always fun to notice these allusions. Actually, the reason they named the episode after the movie, is because it's Shawn and Gus's high school reunion. He grew up in the 80's, therefore, Ferris Bueller.

Actually, I think I liked this episode more than the premier, to tell you the truth. I liked where they were going with this episode. Plenty of humorous scenes, that did in fact kept me guessing. At the reunion, Shawn witnesses a murder, that to everyone else, never happened. So it's up to Shawn and Gus to solve a crime that never happened.

I was talking about drama earlier. This one also had a good amount of drama in it. In this particular episode, Shawn meets an old friend from school that so happened to be a girl he used to like. The show goes way back to Shawn's past as he describes what he went through back then when it came to her. Romantic, yes, but it's not the Shawn we are used to. It's not the Shawn we've all grown to love. Also, it re-introduced Shawn's feelings for Jules. I actually have a pretty big problem with this.

It's one of those things, where you can just see that it probably will never happen, but you want it to so badly. So if this show were to be cancelled, and they never got together, I'd probably punch a wall out of anger. It's just one of those things you want to see done.

Definitely an episode to check out. Watch it HERE