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In the middle of watching "Queer Eye." Daaaaamn. I seriously can't decide whether I want to be Carson's hag or get a sex change and be his boyfriend.

I want to hang out with these guys all the time and be their snarky drink server. *bounces gleefully*

ACK! They're having an alert system! I'm seeing green screen when I should be seeing a quintet of snarky gay men! Make the alert system stop! *stomps cute little foot in indignation*

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Does anybody else find it as amusing as I do that they're finally putting Al Pacino and Christopher Walken in the "Gigli" commercials as an act of desperation? Twenty bucks says they're both real pissy and grumbly right now and Chris owes Al a nice crisp twenty.

I'm also giggly about the critic's comment that's attached to the ads -- "original ... with an interesting twist!" What you miss out on is the editing that they did to change it from, "Originally, J.Lo got her fiancee to do this movie with an interesting twist of the 'nads!" (Yes, my "Gigli" hatred knows no bounds. Well, until it meets the place where it gets to my Dubya hatred, my Hildi and Kia hatred, and my hatred of Necco wafers. Someday, someone will explain to me why slivers of sidewalk chalk make good snacks. Eww.)

I also think that Robert Verdi from "Surprise by Design" describing a tray of pineapples as "the fruitiest thing ever" is today's official definition of irony.

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I just changed my friends list name to The Land that Sanity Forgot. Anybody on my friends list who wants to argue that they are sane, I've got a psychological test, a sharpened number two pencil, and a beefy psychiatric nurse and I'm not afraid to use them on you in combination. :)