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We take our old school with the new (remastered R.E.M., an RHCP album teaser, and new beats from Theophilus London, Crystal Antlers, and Portugal the Man).

“Summer Solstice,” by Crystal Antlers
“The Adventures of Rain Dance Maggie,” by Red Hot Chili Peppers
“Got It All (This Can’t Be Living Now),” by Portugal the Man
“Never Knew Love,” by They Might Be Giants
“Darling, It’s True,” by Locksley
“Ode to Janice Melt,” by Army Navy
“Why Even Try,” by Theophilus London, featuring Sara Quin
“Lady of Late,” by Priory
“The Flowers of Guatemala,” by R.E.M.
“Sugar,” by Young Prisms

Download the playlist here.

Fae blood turns out to be like tequila for vamps, as we meet our dear Eric drunk after draining Sookie’s fairy godmother. He pinches her butt, tries to get her to chase him, and would probably snap her bra straps next. Fired up with sunny intoxication, Eric stays out past daybreak, prompting Sookie to reach out to Alcide yet again. The hunky werewolf shows up in his six-pack glory, tracking Eric to a nearby watering hole. But even lack of memory doesn’t dissuade our Viking from showing his suspiciously longer-looking fangs while Alcide growls (to which, it must be said, we’d be happy to growl back). The testosterone fest ends quickly as Eric starts to sizzle when the blood wears off. He throws himself a pity party.

Bill is still hunting for his missing sheriff but is getting nowhere, despite cocky attempts at asserting his power. Pam all but tells him to f#!% off, and Sookie sweet talks him into not searching her/Eric’s house. Nan is breathing down his neck, and his newest lady companion turns out to be his great-great-great-granddaughter. That’s a risk you run when you live a century or two. King Compton has had better days.

Meanwhile, poor Jason is being used like the star horse at a stud farm. When the next gal up is the reluctant young one, he has a moment of tenderness, convincing her to save it and assist in his escape. But of course, panthers are pro trackers, and Felton sets off after him. He picks up the escapee’s scent (which we’re guessing is like Axe and a football jersey). Being the wily one he is, Jason fashions a harpoon of sorts and nails Felton right in the neck. Seeing the carnage, a satisfied Crystal declares herself Big Mama Kitty (which sounds more like a amateur porn star to us) and Jason Panther Man (creative). Stockholm syndrome didn’t take to Mr. Stackhouse though, and he swears off her and Hotshot. Exhausted, he starts home, collapsing on the side of the highway only to be found by Hoyt and Jessica, who saves him with her blood. All’s well for now, but we have a feeling all hell will break loose on the next full moon. Also, dirt has healing qualities, say the werepanthers. Who knew?

In the world of the witches, Marni continues to channel her inner goddess, a Spanish witch burned at the stake who really, really loathes vampires. Lafayette, Jesus, and Tara (why is she still here?) try to force her to reverse the spell. Instead, in the group’s final attempt to do so, the vindictive goddess works through Marni to distort the face of abnormally hot Pam. We suggest the witches run far, far away.

And in the most delightfully creepy moment of the entire show, Arlene’s evil baby gets hold of a red marker and scrawls BABY NOT YOURS across the wall — all while sitting next to the evil dirty doll from Jessica. A little part of us wanted sweetiepants Terry to be right, but there’s no going back after this.

We all have secrets locked away. Everyday Joe Schmo Ben prefers to keep his in the basement and the yard. His secret: murdering cute blondes who resemble Lucy, a kooky parakeet lover who keeps Ben in the friend zone — until he wins the lottery. Most bet on Colin Hanks’s brooding role to carry the lighthearted, murderous story, but our money’s on Ari Graynor’s wackadoo.
It’s like: Ted Bundy meets I Love Lucy.
Take: A poor, unfortunate soul.
Premieres: Today

Our editors tested nearly 100 deodorants. We had our favorites, but it wasn’t all blossomy bouquets and sweat-free tennis games.

“Its gold packaging and fancy-pants crest made me want to douse myself in it, but it smelled like a funeral home.”

“I was really wary going into this one. The fact that it’s a powder and has an unsexiness disclaimer on the label didn’t help. Neither did the thyme and rosemary scent. By the end of my run I smelled like roasted chicken.”

“Ricola! I smelled like a walking, sweating cough drop.”

“Looked like a heavy snowfall had taken place in my arm pit. A friend said, “Maybe it will fade away,” only to point out a few hours later while I was stretching, ‘Your arm frosting is showing.’”

“Unfortunately, I tried this immediately after shaving my arm pits and the stinging was almost unbearable. I thought about trying it again the next day to see if I liked it any better the second time, but I was terrified and wimped out.”

“A slightly damp feeling in my pits was something I couldn’t shake.”

“Spraying liberally means leaving your arms up in the air while pits drip-dry. And I do mean drip-dry — the formula dripped down my sides to my waist.”

We’re feeling so chill now that Washed Out’s first full-length is finally here (plus new Björk, Mister Heavenly, and a minimalistic James Blake).

“You and I,” by Washed Out
“Still Sound (Voodoo Bear Remix),” by Toro y Moi
“Crystalline,” by Björk
“Order,” by James Blake
“Orange Blossom,” by Gardens & Villa
“Heaven,” by Eleanor Friedberger
“Bronx Sniper,” by Mister Heavenly
“Our Perfect Disease,” by The Wombats
“Swimsuits,” by The Cool Kids, featuring Mayer Hawthorne

Download this week’s playlist on iTunes. And get a free download of Real Estate’s new song “It’s Real” from Domino Records.

When your mom sent you a friend request on Facebook, you swore the site couldn’t get any more invasive. Then couples started sharing daily musings on each other’s wall. Two editors sound off on PDA (posted displays of affection).

Yea: Writing on your beau’s Facebook page is like a dog marking a fire hydrant. It’s the most effective way to stake out your territory.
Nay: If you were confident in the relationship and trusted your man, you wouldn’t feel the need to pee all over his page.

Yea: The more active you are on Facebook, the more you pop up in people’s news feeds. That means when you communicate with your boo, in a way, you’re catching up with the people you don’t want or have time to catch up with.
Nay: You make an excellent point for all the antisocial people out there. Just one question: Why are they on Facebook in the first place?

Yea: It’s endearing to see a couple celebrating an anniversary or simply sharing a sweet sentiment for the world to see.
Nay: Just what the world needs – more “shmoopies.” We love romance as much as the next poker, but some things are meant to be shared behind walls, not on them.

Yea: To quote Buddy the Elf, “I’m in love, I’m in love, and I don’t care who knows it.”
Nay: Buddy the Elf also wore a green, faux-trimmed jacket and matching hat. Would you? Actually, don’t answer that. Pretty sure we saw you in something similar last winter.

Let’s start with the good stuff. Eric lends words to the scent of a fairy (it’s like honey, wheat, and sunshine), while a confused Sookie attempts to drive away. Eric pursues her but is easily subdued into niceties, remembering who – but not what – he is. His Cheshire grin wins Sookie over, and she takes him to her/his house. Sookie washes the vamp’s feet like he’s Jesus. Eric giggles like a ticklish little girl. It might just be his most endearing moment to date – but it gets a run for its money by his embarrassment when his fangs pop out and his calling Sookie Snooki. Pam comes to help her maker, but when she gets short with Sookie, Eric’s nonchalantly tosses his protégé across the room, admonishing Pam to “be nice” to the half fae.

Arguably the only one with good sense, Pam sees through Bill’s plan to set Eric up and asks Sookie to harbor him. Not thrilled with the task, Sookie turns to hunky Alcide for help. But when Sookie shows up at the werewolf’s house, she finds dear ol’ Debbie, who’s cleaned up and found her way back into the Herveaux wolf den. Somehow, she seems creepier off the sauce. Bangs and Vienna sausage aren’t enough to clear the air, and Sookie’s on her own with her dim-witted vamp.

Sincere and baby faced as this new Eric is, he’s more akin to a circus tiger than a domesticated cat – sweet and cute but with an insatiable carnal nature. Case in point: A ferocious feeding on poor Claudine. As readers of the books (Sookie is a fan as well), we’re perplexed by the move. Perhaps Fairyland just didn’t translate to the tube.

Meanwhile, the witches try to make sense of possibly Aryan Eric’s attack while bemoaning their freedom of religion. It does not cross their indignant New Age little minds that raising the dead is a possibility. Lafayette is scared shitless, having experienced the sheriff’s wrath firsthand, and goes to ask his forgiveness. He finds Pam instead. She isn’t exactly pleased with his tale and throws him in the Fangtasia dungeon. Tara (who still lingers, to our dismay) and Jesus come to the rescue, swearing to Pam they will reverse the spell in 24 hours – or else.

Though we thought it wasn’t possible, the werepanthers got more nauseating this episode. Round the fire, while chomping on squirrels, they retell their myth: A panther eats Ghost Mama and Ghost Daddy and then pukes them up. Rather fitting, huh? Crystal gets sexy with the nearly changed, Mexican Viagra-drugged Jason (apparently the new Ghost Daddy) while the rest of the Hot Shot ladies looks on. Perhaps they are all waiting their turns.

Jessica’s feeling guilty after drinking from another man and runs to Papa Bill for some sage advice. (We admit this country club-looking version of him is sort of hot.) But when she comes clean, Hoyt’s flare of anger proves too much to bear. She takes a cheap shot and glamours that puppy dog look right back onto his face. The creepy baby doll they have thrown away several times keeps finding its way home. (Sidenote: Why is Hoyt quasicuddling with it while watching TV?) Being the weasley one she is, Jessica gives it to Arlene’s even creepier baby. It’s fitting, but we have to ask why Arlene lets that filthy thing near the kid. She’s never been one to be polite on principle.

Dolls were apparently a motif in this episode, with Mrs. Fortenberry ordering a Marie Osmond Halloween dolly while Tommy hatches a plan to fleece the curler-wearing busybody.

On a final note, that tank hoodie did Eric no favors. We sure hope his wardrobe returns faster than his memory.

Photo: Courtesy of HBO

By now, you’ve heard of this one. What you may not know is just how heinous said bosses really are. Though the main characters are a winning trio, the real scene-stealers are Jennifer Aniston’s dirty-mouthed dentist, Kevin Spacey’s evil president of sales, and Colin Farrell’s combed-over cokehead. Our apologies if the riot from Freakonomics’s Seth Gordon conjures up bad memories.
It’s like: Swimming with Sharks meets Strangers on a Train.
Take: Your colleagues and mix work with pleasure.
Premieres: Today

Nothing divides people more than their feelings on adults wearing overalls. Okay, that’s not true. But at least two of our editors can’t agree to disagree on the bibbed issue.

Yea: When worn correctly, overalls evoke a youthful sophistication that emanates a gaiety and attracts a certain jocular admirer. Translation: You look pretty damn cute in ’em.
Nay: To quote Amber in Clueless, the most seminal and influential film of all time, “She could be a farmer in those clothes.”

Yea: Pick a strap. Any strap. It’s totally up to you. Make like Left Eye (RIP) and sport the single hook or go farmer style and opt for both. What other garment allows you so many options?
Nay: Sure, go ahead and explore those options. Would you like us to also put your hair in pigtails and give you a lollipop?

Yea: Overalls are the rice pilaf of fashion. They’re versatile enough to pair well with just about anything you put them on top of or underneath.
Nay: It’s true. There’s nothing like the sexy, seamless silhouette that comes with a top worn over your denim overalls.

Yea: No other article of clothing has those fun little fastener things on it. And that just makes them plain exciting to put on in the morning.
Nay: No one likes feeling naked in a public bathroom stall. When you answer nature’s call, can you be completely sure the door is really locked?

The last time we used a mask, it was to re-create our seventh grade sleepover days. Which is why we were ready to give this a go. We were pleasantly surprised by the results: The creamy, seafoam green mixture sat on our face for about fifteen minutes while its mineral-rich Amazonian white clay drew everything to the surface without leaving it dry. Two days later, our skin was still visibly smoother and brighter, which we’ll attribute to soothing oatmeal and aloe vera.