I can't contain my excitement. Tonight, I'm going to Bar Jules for an early dinner, after which I shall rush home, turn off all the lights, disconnect both phone and internet, and spend some quality time with my Psych-laden TiVo. Not only is there a mara-freaking-thon building up all day, but also the premiere of season three.
I live a very full life.
Seriously, though, I don't think I've been this excited about a season premiere since Jericho, which is ironic since both shows have Timothy Omundson in common. Anyway, this week the TV would be on, and I'd be in another room and I'd hear someone singing "Ebony and Ivory." I didn't think much of it. UNTIL! I happened to look up during a Monk rerun beheld the new "Ebony and Ivory" in all its Magic Head glory.
The hysterical brilliance of both James Roday and Dulé Hill's imitation of Wonder and McCartney cannot be overstated. (See especially: "pya-NO.")
Compare and weep with very real tears.
P.S. I am a little disturbed by how happy this promo makes me. I think I've played it seven times in the last hour.
P.P.S. To Stevie Wonder: I still have your Obama message on my answering machine.