Roommate hell, continued — Jenny and Shane interview a guy named Ewan, who seems sweet and geeky, and is also gay (not that there's anything wrong with that). Even better, he likes R & B and funk, especially Prince. Shane likes that, and expresses her fondness for Prince in his Revolution days, which gives them all the chance to rave about Wendy and Lisa. Hey, Lisa Cholodenko, that was a nice shout-out to your girlfriend (Cholodenko is now—or was, last I heard—the "new Lisa" in Wendy Melvoin's life).

So Ewan starts to look like the perfect housemate, and they're ready to show him the studio. That is, until he mentions his nudist tendencies, and proceeds to strip so they can see what it would be like to hang around the house with him. Shane scratches her nose maniacally and averts her eyes; Jenny looks horrified and ultimately yells "Oh my god, no, Ewan!" in way that doesn't annoy me but makes me laugh. Again, perplexed, I am.

The next candidate is anal and vanilla and wants a chore schedule and weekly bonding sessions in the kitchen. Yeah, okay, not quite right for Jenny and Shane, but sometimes those OCD types can be excellent roommates. Tidy.

A brainwashing workshop — Kit is attending a T.O.E. seminar. That stands for "Theory Of Everything," which has nothing to do with physics. It's supposed to bring about "personal transformation," which is probably true if you're the scam artist who's robbing everybody blind with his mumbo-jumbo. Is this going to be like The Forum? 'Cause I lost a reasonably intelligent (or so I thought) friend to that repackaged EST brainwashing. Scary stuff.

The diseased guest house — Tina's working on something , but Joyce is not about to respect that... or, well, anything else. She's there to call Tina "darlin'" again, and to eat sushi in a disgusting (yet sorta funny, if I weren't so nauseated) way. Tina's throwing herself into her work — a grant proposal, which must not be the one that was due last week; but on the other hand, I never know what day it is on this show.

In between slurps of sushi, The Nauseator tells Tina that she's an exceptional woman and that the way Bette treated her was bullshit. If Tina can't see through this, there's really no hope for her. Meanwhile, I'm glad I don't eat sushi, because I'd never be able to look at it again after this. On her way out the door, The Nauseator calls Tina "sweet cheeks" and winks. Damn you, Jane Lynch, for playing this so well — you've repulsed me more in your mere minutes of screen time than Jenny did in an entire season.

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