This was actually one of the few episodes that I actually liked and didn't feel like I was watching out of loyalty. I'm a sucker for cute babies and mom-stories, but I also liked the fact that, for once, Echo wasn't having sex as part of her job.

Well, she was the guy's wife, so she might have.

It seemed pretty clear that he was creeped out by her and regretting ever having set up the assignment from very early on, so I'd be shocked if the sex ever happened.

But who wouldn't want to have sex with Eliza Dushku, JZ? Isn't that the thesis statement of the show?

you know, this show would probably get good ratings on Showtime.

Oh, no thanks. I already felt like I was getting views of Eliza that only her boyfriend and gynecologist should be privy to what with the nano-skirts last season. I'm not ready for her to be on pay cable with the extra skin factor these storylines would demand there.

This last episode of Dollhouse was the only one I've watched (save the first five or ten minutes of the premiere). I watched it because I have swine-flu-allergies-cancer and the remote was on the other side of the room.

What I took from it -- plot-wise -- is that the mindwipe failed because of the "glandular involvement." So some things got wiped, but other things didn't, that's how she was able to find the house, etc.

The car thing was dumb-ass, though.

I think I can't get into the show because Eliza is a doll. It's never going to work for me, because it is what it is, yo. There's no one for me to connect to. There's no there there. If the overall story was structured such that she'd already become self-aware and started out fighting the house, I think I might have been interested.

I guess I'd rather see Joss do what makes him happy than what makes me happy, so if this is where he finds his resonance, so be it.

Hey, I'd rather see Joss do what makes him happy than what makes me happy, too. I just suspect that, at some point in the future, something that makes him happy will also make me happy.

So, I'm humming along with the music playing in my head, as one does, and I think to myself "What is that?" and actually listen to what I'm humming, and it's the Dollhouse theme music.

I don't know what to make of that.

I dunno. Have you been having any mysterious "treatments" lately? Any spas with suspicious looking chairs? Is there a bulky masculine figure showing up in the background a lot whom you somehow trust with your life?

I should *probably* be embarrassed that I read the last bit and thought "Besides Keith Olbermann?" But I'm more embarrassed that I took a moment to ponder whether he'd find "trust him with your life," gratifying enough that he wouldn't consider "bulky" an implication that yoga isn't working. That'll put marzipan in your pie plate. Also.