Veronica + Logan = !!!

Most of my waking hours lately have been focused either towards working on my thesis proposal or worrying about how I'm not working on my thesis proposal. The leftover time has been spent watching Veronica Mars, holed up in my bedroom in front of the little television. (I'm working on my fic for worldwouldend, the incredibly generous person who won my services in the Help Haiti auction.)

But I keep getting stuck on a single thought as I re-watch certain parts of season three, one that continually makes me giggle: it's like Piz has absolutely zero self-preservation instincts. In one of the first episodes of the season, he watches Veronica calmly hand Logan a taser so that he can stun the much larger dude who is beating up his drunk best friend in the school cafeteria. This establishes the rule that, had Piz only observed it, might have saved him a beating: Logan and Veronica are fucking crazy. No person in their right mind would get between those two. Lives ruined, bloodshed ? These are not metaphors. These are highly literal descriptive terms. At the time Piz was even wearing clothes left behind by Veronica's previous ex, who fled the country with his daughter by a deceased high-school classmate and was later accused of the murder of his own sister by Logan's crazy-evil movie star dad PIZ, AT THIS POINT, MAYBE YOU SHOULD RUN. If Piz was my friend, I would have taken him aside and been like "would you like to keep your optimistic outlook and all the bones in your face ? Maybe date Parker, or someone named Allison or Tracey or Stephanie."

Oh well. It's not a terribly serious thought. Just one that's making me both lol and pine for the epic days of Logan and Veronica.