There are several things I do not do as a matter of general principal. For instance, porn. I don't do porn as a matter of general principal. And to preserve whatever tatters of dignity I have left. But one of the more realistic things I don't do as a matter of general principal would be…

I watched Great Performances tonight. I wasn't in any of it, shockingly, but it was fun all the same. If I could betray my cool exterior for a moment, I must admit that it was pretty freakin' cool to be there. I'm glad I could go. And that's the end of that. So in my…

Ah. The weekend. Or The Weekend. Whatever sounds more interesting. Or more official. I woke up this morning around 5:30am because Ramona kept tapping my foot. Or smacking. Whatever sounds more painful. She had a rhyme and reason to it. Tap! 1-2-3-4 Tap! (stare at Claire for signs of movement) Tap! 1-2-3-4 Tap! (stare longer).…

I'd just like to apologize in advance for Tim Pawlenty, who it seems is again being unleashed on an unsuspecting nation (as the rest of the GOP are incapable of launching a decent coverup operation). Krusty: Are you guys any good at covering up youthful and middle-aged indiscretions? Mr. Burns: Are these indiscretions romantic, financial,…

So for the last... hell, whenever the show started airing. I have loved The First 48. For a million reasons but mainly because it's awesome. I was watching CourtTV the other day and in one of the trials a detective from The First 48 testified. I screamed "Tony!" and then realized that I watch way…

I finally have definitive, first-hand proof that Wikipedia references aren't to be trusted. Because they're using my site for footnote refs. Right. I don't even trust my information. I'd hate to think other people were relying on it. Actually it is pretty accurate. And I know this because anything that is wrong gets pointed out…

"And yet, betwixt and between chaos, she manages to write something." I was actually prompted to do so by a pop culture flashback moment. There's a War of the Worlds sequel on SciFi right now (or should I say, SyFy) and I recognized one of the actors. Then (as I am wont to do) I…

You know, nickel really is an underappreciated metal.

Digital transition in 3... 2... 1... Actually I'm staying up to see the first news reports of senior citizens rioting in the streets because their televisions won't work. You think I'm kidding.

I'm stuck in a doctor's office with an IV in my hand listening to the nurses talk about Jon and Kate + Child Abuse. This can't get worse. Well it can and will in 5 minutes. Not. Happy.

I'm more or less bored at the moment. I actually should be less bored and more sleeping, but it is what it is. I reupped this web hosting for another year, so you're stuck with me for a little longer. I was actually tempted just to pull the plug entirely, since I've gotten too far…

Have you ever been super super tired but not really noticed that fact or anything else gone awry until you realize you're carrying on a friendly conversation with your computer screen? I mean, one-sided of course. The screen isn't, like, talking back. Just... I mean... No? Yeah, me neither. There's this weird trend lately in…

Hm. Simple things restore my faith in television. Simple things. Like catching Arsenic and Old Lace on at 2am.

Okay, point one: fucking Warner Bros. shut down my Gossip Girl store. Because apparently the sales of non-official merch threaten their evil empire. My only hope is that those bastards sell a hell of a lot less Constance Billard items because I saturated the market with my far cooler logos. They ran over that singing…

Well that's weird. After watching the season finale of Fringe. And. Okay. Sidetrack. I love this show. It's grown on me hugely over the first season and I am so happy it's coming back. But I hate it when shows list everyone in the opening credits that will be in the episode. So of course…