Gilmore Girls
I just want to make sure I've got this straight. Luke was completely freaked out about his long-lost daughter. Should he tell Lorelai? Yes, yes, he should. OK, how should he tell her? No, not over the phone. Definitely in person. Yes, yes, in person. All right, when should he tell her? Today? No, no, she's busy. Tonight. Tonight is good. The man had waited two entire months  naturally, she found out by accident. (Whoops! April's filling up salt and pepper shakers at her father's diner.) Guess what? Lorelai's pretty cool about it. She doesn't lose it. No screaming. No shouting. No crying. (She even said the girl was cute!) And again, at the winter carnival. No hysterics. No threats. No ultimatums. And get this: Lorelai was the one who offered to postpone! (This coming from the woman who had every little wedding detail set in place. In one day.) She couldn't have been more understanding. She even sympathized with him about being a single parent. All should be right with the world, right? So why did Luke look so relieved? (Maybe he should be more worried that his ex and his fiancé are both quirky, fast-talking, boho-chic hotties with brilliant daughters and the same exact stained-glass dragon-fly lamp. Uh, yeah. The lamp. Anyone else notice that?) And hello, you don't casually walk away from a woman who's just agreed to put off the wedding you've been dreaming about for eight years. Luke's smarter than that. More practical than that. More in love than that. What is with the people in this town? Well, I guess as Zack would so eloquently put it, "welcome to the SH, bitch."  Robin Honig

The absurdity is just out of control on this show. I still laugh when I think about last week's kung-fu-fighting scene and the chest hands. They proceeded to get even more out of control this week. Elliot, who normally annoys me, had some of the best moments, like when she agreed with Carla's sentiment that "helping someone move is like oral sex: You do it once and then they owe you for life." Just the look on her face when she was talking about the guy who still does her taxes priceless. Also, she names her eggs during ovulation, comes up with cutesy terms like Icky Sticky for sexual acts or conditions and, best of all, her conclusion that, for a guy, a baby isn't the worst thing that can come out of sex. "Losing a baseball scholarship because a bear ate your arm is a much worse consequence of sex." Oh, and the other great non sequitur of the evening was J.D. revealing that his prison name would be Gizmo. The second episode was even better. How? A random Gary Busey appearance, a Raiders of the Lost Ark homage inside someone's colon, J.D.'s vampire-doc screenplay "Dr. Acula" and Todd trying to get into the Janitor's "borrowed" physical-therapy tub wearing only a banana hammock. That action sent Todd right to 10 on the pain scale. You could tell, since the look on his face when he was receiving the ultimate wedgie matched the frownie face on Elliot's chart. The patient Elliot and Turk were treating could have really used some help from the dashing Dr. House: He's good at figuring out the unexplainable. The sweet dying woman hit the nail on the head with her quick evaluation of J.D.: "You are a very strange young man, aren't you?" That's an understatement. The shocking revelation of the night? Carla discovering that the Janitor has feelings. Seriously, who knew? But why a staff photo? Does any company really do that?  Angel Cohn

Love Monkey
A bit of a disclaimer: I was more than a little bit biased watching this show. Ed is one of my favorite shows, I find Tom Cavanagh utterly adorable, and to top it all off, they tossed Jason Priestley into the mix. My lingering 90210 loyalties run pretty deep. So it isn't all that surprising that I adored the first episode of this new series, in spite of its ridiculous name. (Yeah, I get that he's trying to find love and swinging between trees it is still just a bizarre title.) It combines elements of Jerry Maguire Tom's boardroom speech about his love for music and High Fidelity  the music snobbery was running rampant with the merciless mocking of artists like Air Supply and Billy Joel. Not that there is anything wrong with either act in my book, per se, but in Tom's warped mind, a person's taste in music says pretty much everything about him/her, and if you choose to disagree with his taste, you are destined to be looked down upon. He rolled his eyes while explaining that his girlfriend "listens to Jewel and weeps, while I prefer real music." He also was upset by her choice of inspiration during their split: "Did she just quote Sting in the middle of breaking up with me?" But aside from the quick wit, this Monkey has a well-rounded cast with some fun romantic entanglements looming on the horizon. And if all that wasn't enough, they tossed in actual singer (with really pretty eyes) Teddy Geiger as up-and-coming musician Wayne. Though I think they could have called him Teddy and saved us some confusion.  Angel Cohn