When local boy Britt Daniel from Spoon showed up at the cafe where super-teen-sleuth Veronica Mars works and karaoked the Elvis Costello song "Veronica," we were sold. It was even better than when key characters began sporting UT logos. Fun and self/TV-referential, VM, as penned by other local boy Rob Thomas, could be dismissed as a guilty pleasure were it not so well written and convolutedly engaging. It's a blast to pick apart the dialogue loaded with fansite nods ("I ignored all of the spoiler alerts, which I know is kinda douche-baggy.") and other TV-show winks, ("frak"). And with the third season loaded with upcoming episodes with smart titles like, "Hi, Infidelity," "Charlie Don't Surf, "Wichita Linebacker," and "My Big Fat Greek Rush Week," where's the mystery? Like the Longhorn on Logan Echolls' shirt, we're hooked.
