(I know my adjectives--"Fresh! Insightful!"--sound like the trite praise of a movie reviewer for your local weekly free press, but just because I'm lame doesn't mean you shouldn't click.)
Right now I am watching Michael Rosenbaum get killed with Draino in "Urban Legends" after finding his puppy microwaved. So sad.
Also, what's up with that Marie Callendar commerical for pot-pies? Implying oh so misleadingly that somewhere a kindly grandmother is rolling out dough with her floured pin and hand-popping peas to make the filling? Lying bitch. I've had those pot-pies, and I am here to attest: no. Though I noticed they could not make the chicken look like anything except cubed pressed meat despite their million-dollar ad budget.
Yes. Yes, I am wasting my life. Thank you for asking.