I'm surprised that his first time playing Aaron Spelling wasn't mentioned. It was a tacky, tacky fun thing…[checks Wikipedia] ah, "The Unauthorized Story of Charlie's Angels," in 2004. He was awesome.

Yeah, but he also put up with wooden dentures. Dude was hardcore.

In truth, one method of exterminating them is to bring in heaters and heat rooms to something like 140 degrees F. This, of course, has led to people burning down their houses by accident, presumably by skipping the professionals and bringing in homemade flame throwers, while trying to get rid of the bugs.

Absolutely. Of the big-time bad experiences in my life, I would much prefer a second broken ankle (as a single person with no car living on the second floor, with no elevator, and a Minnesota winter around the corner) to a second bedbug experience. Every itch and every small dark spot…urgh. And since MN winters…

Yeah, the whale attack is just the inciting incident. The drama is the horrors they visit on each other afterwards. Shudder.

Dammit, I am 45 years old, I should not be trying to figure out how to match letters of names up and what the FLAME thing is.

Me too. Wowza, some good TV there for a while.

I'm glad, from a purely personal standpoint, that it's not. It's so horribly depressing as it is. I mean, a crime procedural is never going to rip good things from the headlines, but boy, this brought me down. And I was already pretty down from, you know, living through all of it the first time, and continuing to live…

Emoh is incredible.

The song was "Hide and Seek" by Imogen Heap playing on my car radio. I should have pulled over, but instead I rummaged to find something to write on and with.

Oh, it could substitute "gang rape of a seven-year-old, probably encouraged/facilitated by the victim's jealous stepmother" for the incest and still be reminiscent of Andrews.

Scorning Excel? The world has gone mad.

Oh, God, the story of the Essex. No no no no no. Just read about the Donner party. It's considerably less awful.

Argh, when I read "Was it you?" my brain went, "It wasn't me…" and then it shifted to "Oh Carolina." Stupid brain!

I was at the Academy of Natural Sciences in Philadelphia last week and took lots and lots of pictures of Cope's Elasmosaurus (assembled correctly) and pictures of their surprisingly neon tribute plaques of Cope and Leidy. I cannot wait to see Hale and Meloni as Cope and Marsh. OMFG, as it were.

A radio station piped into my office workplace circa 1994 played "The House at Pooh Corner" every day at 4:00. Argh.

Joshua "JC" Chasez, the other lead singer of *NSYNC.

Meanwhile, my imaginary boyfriend JC and I will go watch Stop Making Sense.

I did at least get to read about Marrissa Amber Flores Picard Etc. in Ratliff MSTings that my boyfriend printed out for me, in between games of Magic: The Gathering. There, there's all my cred, such as it is.

I got web access and email (and a hard drive) at the same time, and it was actually in 1997, when I upgraded from my college computer, a Tandy 1000, to a Compaq. So late to the party for a 27-year-old…a sad reversal of my family's progressiveness in getting the first computer in town in 1981, an Apple II+. We were so…