Well, QaF wastes no time working my last nerve: they decided to do this "recap" of the last few episodes, see? Because it's been such a long hiatus and they don't realize that most of you spent it watching your tapes of the show over and over. So, they start with Brian, "who won't let a little thing like his Dad's death [cut to snow-covered graveyard scene] get in the way of good sex [cut to threesome in the loft]." Right away, we have a problem, because the threesome was before the funeral, not after. My God, read the recaps. That's not the point, of course -- the point is to remind you that there's hot gay male sex on this show, and that you should stay tuned for some more hot gay male sex. Got that? Continuity is just getting screwed along with everyone else. And so it goes: we're told that if we think Mike and Dave [cut to them kissinghotgaymalesex] are "copacetic" [That's a big word, and if you don't know what it means, look it up and learn something], then why was Dave caught in the baths [cut to Dave getting caught by Brianhotmalesex]? We're told about Ted saving Blake and taking him in [cut to Ted and Blake kissinghotgaymalesex], and Emmett's not really happy about it, but Ted doesn't care. And Justin? Well, Justin's not going to Dartmouth, he's going to the Pittsburgh Institute of Art. You know, in Pittsburgh? Where the show is set? And then my dinner is endangered when they remind me that he slepthotmalesex with Daphne. Who's not even in this episode, by the way, so thanks for passing the salt, there. They wrap it all up with Brian giving his parental rights away to Melanie, so that she and Lindsay could get back together. They don't mention Guillaume, and that's fine, although I'd rather that they'd mentioned Guillaume than reminded me about Justin and Daphne. And then there's some blather about "but where will all these new beginnings lead?" Well, they will eventually lead to my taking a Caribbean cruise at the beginning of July, so let's get going, shall we?
"One Two Three Four, Shake it, Dude!" Hot! Dancing! Gay! Boys! The opening credits still crack me up.
We open with some oiled-up, musclebound, quite naked young man at a photo shoot, wearing a crown and a velvet-and-ermine cape, and holding a royal orb over the family jewels.