Jonesin' fah some Heroes

Someone has gotta help me out here. How many more days are there till the new episode comes out??? Almost a two-month layoff is killin' me. Not only am I not gettin' paid, but I need to see how Mr. Kring is pullin' our chain 'bout Peter. He ain't gonna die. No way, Jose. My theory is he's some kinda moth to butterfly transfiguration kinda figure, you know what I'm talkin' bout?

I was sad to see Eden go. Her whiny ways kinda grew on me. Oh well. Stupid independent bookeepa. Didn't know how to follow HRG's orders. There's some mutiny going on -- the Haitian ain't followin' orders either. But that's good for the cheerleader, a.k.a., I don't have any friends now Claire because one got eaten by Sylar and the other got mind-wiped. High school's a bitch.

Random thoughts from Episode #108

-Sylar is a horrible tipper.

-Speaking of tippin', you know Hiro left the restaurant cuz he wanted to stick Ando with the bill. The old "lemme teleport and save the girl" trick is the oldest one in the book.

-HRG busted out a line from Poolhall Junkies: "Do you remember what you were when I found you?"

-Did Mohinder come down with narcolepsy when he got back to India? That guy keeps a'sleepin'!

-I wouldn't want that creepy Indian dreamer kid hangin' out with my children.

-I now understand why Tim Kring went with the phrase "Save the cheerleader. Save the world." This one just didn't give the right message to the kids: "Find the Haitian. Free your mind."

tags: Heroes, Mohinder, HRG, Poolhall Junkies, Tim Kring

Eden's whine is bigger than her bite

“Hi, I’m Eden, a trashy, fake independent bookkeeper with this special power of Compulsion. Of course, I need to compel people to get them to do anything, since they don’t want to listen to me whine. And that’s really my super-power. I have a really annoying whine.”

Yammer, yammer yammer. Argh. I thought leaving that old apartment would do me some good. But they couldn’t leave me alone. They figured I might have some special pooooowwwwers. What a crock. What kinda special powers does a New Yawk lizard need? Nuthin’. That’s why I’m stuck in yet another aquarium in the back of a paper plant in Texas. What luck. I get to listen to crazy HRG, a.k.a. Mr. Bennett.

Oh, and don’t forget Isaac.

Hey Isaac, you look better with the beard! If you was gonna shave, ya might as well take off the whole long hippy hair wig, too! Have you ever seen a hippy comic book artist? I thought all those geeks were white and husky and wore glasses. So much for Marvel’s image. Sheesh.

“Save the cheerleader. Save the world. And save 15% on your car insurance.”

What do I look like, a gecko?! What an insult. They made me write that. I’m outta hea.

tags: Heroes, Eden McCain, Mohinder, HRG

Eden should be burned at the stake

Well, it soitinly didn't come as a surprise to me. Eden is a double-crossin', slimy temptress. Tryin' to seduce Mohinder the human, can you believe he'd fall for that?! Of course not. And not because he's intelligent. No, because he's never kissed a woman! Hah! I'm sure he's gonna hang around, though. Who else can give us such a great second narration at the beginning of the show? As if the show needed a first narration in the first place.

Excuse me. Phawgh!

Ahem. Little bit of cricket caught in my throat. I absotutely refuse to eat any of Eden's mac n' cheese. It just ain't dignified for a lizard, ya know?

Anywhoot, you gotta hand it to HRG -- that's Horn Rimmed Glasses for you who ain't "in the know," you know? I gotta see about gettin' me a pair. They're pretty sharp. And hey, if they can help me run an organization without any initials, well, I need all the help I can get. I mean, I'm stuck in some dead guy's apartment, next door to a two-faced independent bookkeeper. What could be worse?

Ok. So havin' your deadbeat husband stop your heart with his special power is worse. I'll grant you that. But still, it ain't easy bein' green.

tags: Heroes, Eden McCain, Mohinder, lizards

Eden really annoys me

Ok, so Eden is really gettin' on my nerves. And for a lizard, that's sayin' a lot.

First, she manhandles me around the ol' man's apartment. Then she steals my precious jump drive, right outta my crib. Hey, Eden! You don't see me waltzin' into your grimy little antique shop and jackin' some War and Peace first edition, do ya?! I didn't Think so. What's wrong with this tramp?

And while we're askin' questions, why doesn't Mohinder the Human get off his tuckus and find us a new place to philosophize?! Doesn't he know that both Sylar and the G-men are onto him? That dunce doesn't even change the locks! What a schmuck.

I'm sorry. I just had to get that off my chest, little and green as it is. Well, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Mohinder The Lizard. You see my picture over there. Yep, that's me. A bonified New Yorker. A real swell photo, if I don't say so myself. I've been crashin' with Papa Suresh for awhile, ever since he picked me up from a puddle down off Canal Street by the really nice fake purse shop. You know, the one with the gold, and the sparkles, and the warm gutta. But I digress.

Life has been pretty good, but kinda strange. Suresh always kept goin' on about his grandiose "theeeories" and his "heeeroes." Big deeeal. Humans with special powers. Whatevs. Give a human a stick, and he wants a tree. Special abilities is just a new way to muck up life around the city, I say.

And I'll be sayin' a lot around here. Because the editor cuts my lines right outta the show. Freakin' editors. "Give us more emotion, Mohinder. Turn to the left, Mohinder. Raise your green hackles, Mohinder." I happily oblige, and then don't get one bit of airtime. A cryin' shame.

tags: Heroes, Mohinder