This Weekend Be a Winner

Color Me Pink & Green

Over at Ivy Style they've got an exclusive interview with Lisa Birnbach, author of one of my favorite books inherited from my mother, The Preppy Handbook, and the forthcoming sequel True Prep. My favorite takeaway from the conversation is that fleece has become a massively popular wardrobe piece since the 80s. So true - I do love my Patagonia...

It's a little bizarre to see your living room on the front page of the New York Times' "Home & Garden" section

My step-mom and dad's home in New York City is featured in today's New York Times. At the moment, a picture of the living room is on the front page of the "Home & Garden" section of the website, which is a bit odd to see!



Check out the full article here.

My favorite part is obviously a quote from my dad, who is really quite predictable and Stamell-esque when he talks about Carla (my step-mom) arguing with her own father about making changes to the house.

For his part, Mr. Stamell said, he tried to steer clear of the conflict: “I’d generally stay out and let them fight it out. And they could really fight. I think he was frustrated at times by what she was doing. She was kind of erasing his past.”

As always, he's articulate and focused on keeping his nose out of stuff. Very Stamell.

Thank You MTV

The whole reason I stared blogging at The Huffington Post? My coverage of The Hills. Seriously. It was my endless chronicling of that show and my love/hate relationship for the MTV marvel that helped score me the blogging gig. So this year, for the show's final season, I am going to attempt to remain consistent with recaps. Check out my season premiere thoughts here.

Look it's Lauren "Used to be on the show... basically they're all the same person" Conrad!

In honor of tonight's premiere of the final season of that show I love to hate, The Hills. Let's enjoy this spot-on parody:

Fringe: The Noir Musical

Last night I started the long journey of catching up on Fringe. I was all caught up through the first three episodes or so from this season, but decided to just jump right in with the big winter finale "Jacksonville" last night. I'm into it again. My goal is to catch up - at least in time for the finale, although I've got several episodes to go.

This preview for the upcoming Fringe noir musical event looks awesome, by the way. So glad I am catching up on the show...

Get to know Die Antwoord

This South Africa "zef-rap" group is pretty controversial, thanks to some over-hype, internet-meme status, and the mystery that surrounds them (are they real? Is this a Borat-esque joke? Must Yolandi - the androgynous towhead sidekick- swear at everyone?) But I recently caught their act at Coachella, and love the album (streaming at their site). Whether or not they’re “real,” Die Antwoord offers up some fun beats, hilarious lyrics, and just over-the-top antics – all worth checking out.

Yes, some NSFW language and phallic imagery abounds, so if you are easily offended I'd suggest passing... but otherwise? That Zef is so Fre$...

The Panty Police

Saturday night I had a run-in with the cops. Now, before you go ahead and jump to any conclusions, it’s worth mentioning that in the time I have lived in Santa Monica I’ve had more run-ins with police officers than I have my entire life prior to moving here. And they’ve always been for the same reason: noise. Yep. People in Santa Monica seem to hate people who like to do things like, oh, I don't know... enjoy life and have fun with their friends... so, as you can imagine, we’ve had cops show up to our apartments for a variety of noise-related reasons. My favorite time was when they came over because we were watching Planet Earth too loud… at least, that was until this most recent run-in...

After a fun night out Saturday, two of my roommates and I ended the night back at our apartment. Sure we were pretty drunk – I’m not going to pretend that wasn’t the case… Actually, let’s get down to it: we were hammered.

Somehow, in the early hours of the morning (I think we thought it was around 2am but it turns out it was closer to 4am) we all ended up in DiTonto’s bedroom having a late night dance party (LNDP for the uninitiated. Obv.) We often joke that our apartment is “pants optional” and this was one of those nights – because both Becca and Ash were in their underwear and t-shirts, although I for some reason was still fully dressed, shoes and all (I have no idea why but I sometimes have a tendency to not take my shoes off until I go to bed).

Now when I say LNDP, I don’t mean like a singalong to music from Glee. We were rocking out to Gorillaz – yes, still riding that Coachella high – and when I say rocking out I mean HARD CORE. Like dancing our faces off. And each one of us totally in our own world in a different corner of DiTonto’s room, with DiTonto holding court jumping and dancing on top of her bed.

Anyway, the song “Rhinestone Eyes” is blaring and we are just all so into it and next thing I know there are two policemen standing in the doorway of DiTonto’s bedroom – which I might add, is fairly deep into our large apartment.

So essentially, two cops who were probably expecting to walk into some apartment and find a massive rager of a party just came across three girls dancing, two of them in their underwear, having a great time. It’s the start to a bad porno.

(It’s also worth mentioning there are empty beer cans everywhere. Among other things.)

These cops were just standing sort of in stunned shock looking at us, and while Becca and DiTonto immediately drop to the floor covering their mouths I just kept repeating “Oh my God I am so embarrassed.”

We then get the following speech: “First of all, your door is wide open so you should probably remember to lock that from now on. And secondly, your music is so loud you didn’t even hear us until we came all the way to the bedroom.” And maybe they said something after that, but all I remember is that the second they walked out of the bedroom door the three of us burst into uncontrollable fits of giggles. We’re talking rolling on the floor, holding our bellies and laughing so hard it hurt giggles.

I am guessing Sunday morning some fellow cops got a good story over donuts.

So much bitchiness my eyes are bleeding.

The City - MTV Shows - The City (Season 1) - MTV Shows

I CAN'T WAIT.

Okay: THIS? Looks kind of awesome...

I'm into it. What do you think?



First of all, I love that title. I don't know why but it really sticks out to me. And the fact that this comes from the writer of The Usual Suspects? That gives this show some serious cred right off the bat... Also, I like the idea of a miniseries - that's something I love about the British TV model. It makes a show more of an event, in my opinion. Anyway, Persons Unknown definitely has the potential to be a fun summer show - and an interesting new direction for NBC. What do you think?

Thieves in the Night

Sometime between the hours of 4:30pm Monday and 8:20pm Tuesday the following things were stolen from my car (which I might add, was safe and sound in the parking garage underneath my apartment building):

my GPS
my iPod
my massive CD case
my iPod charger

So it sounds like some asshole is off on an epic road trip somewhere listening to my sick tunes.

Speaking of sick tunes? I hope you enjoy musical soundtracks, bad rap, and mix CDs from the late 90s to early 2000s because that's what you're going to find in the CD case. DICK.

The only upside here is that I just bought a new iPod. I am sad about the GPS - I had named him Giles. He served me well.

I Love those Joss Whedon Fans

Coachella Trendspotting

I covered Coachella for Trend Central again this year (thank you to my wonderful former employers) and you can catch all my trendspotting here.

In other words: I am both too lazy and too busy catching up at the office to really get into it here.

If I could bend the space-time continuum...

... I would transport myself back to Coachella right now. I would.

Oh hey, yes, I am back - but really BACK tomorrow when I am back in the office for what is sure to be a nice long day of catching up... so posts will trickle in slowly this week.

I just wanted to pop in and say hello and I am working through my post-Coachella depression by reliving my favorite show - Hot Chip. It was an epic dance party and I cannot stop listening to their latest CD "One Life Stand" on repeat. BUY IT. NOW. (You'll thank me later).

Here are my three favorite songs from the album to whet your appetite:

My First Internet Feud!

Have I finally made it? Because I've unwillingly engaged in an internet feud - oh what fun this is... actually, it's pretty weird, and all stemming from a piece I wrote the other day about the television show Private Practice.

Who knew people would feel so passionate about Private Practice? Actually - it's more like one person has a serious vendetta, considering a commenter on my last Huffington Post piece "Please Cancel Private Practice. Seriously." is accusing me of cultural fascism, among other things (on a side note - cultural fascism? That gave me a good laugh. My roommates are considering making t-shirts). Oh and someone on Twitter told me I both "suck" and am "stupid." To "chocolotema19" I say: thanks and many happy returns!

I've compiled a few choice quotes from this commenter below, who it would appear is also a blogger for the site, and writes under the moniker Tallulah Morehead. I've also included my own response. Or just check it all out for yourself here.


This Tallulah character:

Now I have no argument with your assertion that PRIVATE PRACTICE is not a good show. I watched the pilot and never tuned in again. Frankly, after three seasons of Grey's Anatomy, I realized that I had no interest however remote in ANY further knowledge of these characters, and never tuned in again to that either.

But I fail to see whay you should call for a cancellation of a show you admit you don't watch. Does someone come to your house with a gun and FORCE you to look at it? Don't the people who LIKe the show (I assume someone is wacthing it, or it wouldn't stay on the air) have any rights? Where is it written that "If Annie Stamell hates a show it MUST BE CANCELLED!" How does it staying on the air discomfort YOU?

You don't like it, as I don't, then don't watch it, but quit yelling to have something banned or cancelled because you personally don't like it. Other people, yes, people who aren't you, have rights too, and frankly, calling for the cancellation of a popular show just because YOU PERSONALLY don't like it is cultural Fascism.

Get a life, lady.

And then this:

Let me add, since I still find this article offensive, it says in your profile that you work in television. How would you like it if jerks like yuou posted articles stating you should be thrown out of work and become unemployed because THE JERK doeesn't like your show?

Doesn't your TV have a channel-changer or an "Off" button?

Don't like it? Don't watch it.

And my response:

I'm sorry you found the article offensive as that wasn't my intention - and while I appreciate your comments, please note that much of the tone of this article was in jest. I had hoped readers would recognize the sarcasm... though admittedly sarcasm is not always an easy tone to convey. It looks as though it evaded you, and some of the other readers, here. That's a shame.

Isn't one benefits of the blog at The Huffington Post that we can share opinions? I'm not speaking for anyone besides myself, and I am entitled to my opinion of the show, and as a pop culture writer and "student of television" I'm sharing that opinion in a public forum.

However, as someone who works in TV (yes, it's true) - this post was prompted by my own observations of the television-making process. I see so many excellent shows come and go that are never given a shot to make it to the air, much less a pilot script - so sometimes it would be nice to see a lesser show come to an end, so a better one could take it's spot. I'm advocating for quality content, not job loss. But then again, Private Practice certainly has a big audience who continues to tune in, so good for them, and good for all the hard-working people who contribute to the show.

Again, all this is merely my opinion - not attempting to enforce my beliefs on anyone, and while I found your cry of cultural fascism quite entertaining, I find that statement and your notion that these are "Nazi tactics" both far-fetched and exaggerated - it's simply a public plea, an outright statement - take it or leave it... no sweat off your back either way...

Ultimately, I find it unfortunate you've devoted so much time to expressing your anger over my post. It looks like it's been exhausting. Try taking things a little less seriously and see where that gets you. Maybe then a silly post about a girl-crush on Kate Walsh and disdain for a TV show won't cause you so much emotional distress. Best of luck.

Well, what do you think? She makes some valid points - I mean no one is forcing me to watch the show, and I could simply change the channel, but doesn't this all seem a bit excessive? And is it really difficult to get the joke here? The absurdity of it all? And shit, when did I get so zen about everything?

Please weigh in below - would love to know what my Jaw Wired Shut readers think. And if you feel like defending my honor at HuffPo - well, go right ahead!

A Much-Needed Vacation

Jaw Wired Shut is going on a vacation for a few days. Where? To the desert my friends.

Yes, it's that time of year again when I join the masses in the sweltering heat for three days of hippie dancing and great tunes at the Coachella Valley Music Festival. I cannot wait. I'm going to be trendspotting at Coachella and writing about it for www.trendcentral.com (my former gig!) and potentially covering the fest for HuffPo as well. And you better believe I'll be posting some highlights here.

In the meanwhile, don't expect to see me pop up on the internet until Monday, except for the occasional Twitter update. And even though after the weekend I will be back in town recovering from what is sure to be an epic trip, my dad and step-mom are in town and I'm moving right into family vacation time. I won't actually be back in full swing until next Wednesday.

But, don't be a stranger! Keep reading - and feel free to check in and say hello.

Stream It

New LCD Soundsystem album is streaming at their website.

I dig.

Also, I will be seeing them at Coachella this weekend. YES FOLKS, COACHELLA IS FINALLY HERE... more thoughts on that to come...

Because if there's one thing we don't have enough of, it's Law & Order spinoffs

Did everyone hear about the new Law & Order? It's called... Law & Order: Los Angeles.

[Insert fake surprise here]

At this point, CBS and NBC should just join forces and make the "All Procedurals, All the Time" Channel (that's APAT for short, in case you were wondering). Then you can have, like, Law & Order: Bismarck and CSI: Poughkeepsie and everybody's happy.

True fact: I have never watched an entire episode of Law & Order, not the original, not a spinoff - not one. Actually, same goes for CSI (but wait, is NCIS a spinoff of CSI? Or am I making that up because both shows have contain some of the same letters?) So I will not be subscribing to APAT, thank you very much.

Levels of Inappropriateness

So, on a scale of 1 to Extremely Inappropriate, where would "painting your nails at your desk during lunch" fall under?

Just curious...

Don't toy with my emotions, Duchovny.

So David Duchovny has been doing all sorts of press for his new movie The Joneses (which, by the way, is a very interesting premise for a film - check out the trailer here), and in the clip below he talks about the potential of doing another X-Files film.

Movie Trailers - Movies Blog

Duchovny, don't make promises you can't keep. Also - if that third film did come to fruition, here's hoping it's a better than the last one, which, even as a serious fan, I thought was kind of a dud.

Covert Affairs: Will You Watch?

You may have seen the new teaser/trailer for the upcoming USA show Covert Affairs staring Piper Perabo. If not, check it out here.

Thanks to a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend (you know how these things work), I've seen the pilot. I watched an early cut about a month ago. And while this show has potential, especially with it's Alias meets Burn Notice vibe, I didn't walk away from the pilot enamored. However, I'm still willing to give it a shot - I always try to give new shows at last three episodes before I give up.



But what do you think? Does this teaser have you interested? And does anyone else just want to watch Coyote Ugly again after seeing Ms. Perabo?

Ink

Okay, as promised a pic of the white tattoo:


For a closer look, click the image and you can see the "pwcs." When I get it touched up in a month it'll pop a little more.

Welcome New Readers!

I seem to have acquired a handful of new readers over the weekend. To which I say: thank you and welcome!

What is Jaw Wired Shut? Well, you can expect a lot of talk about music, social media, and pop culture. If you've come to this blog from either my column at digiday:DAILY or The Huffington Post, then you'll find that everything I am writing about here is along those lines, but has much more of a personalized tint to it. I suspect many of you came here thanks to this nice shoutout, in which case, don't you worry - there's a lot of TV talk going on here, from my dual perspective of both a TV fan and someone working behind the scenes in development. My goal is to offer a unique look into the TV industry - maybe explain some things average viewers don't understand or aren't aware of, and of course geek out over all the shows we know and love. Which means if you ever have a question or comment, feel free to drop me a line. (Publicists, press people, etc - this goes for you as well). And for those days when the blogging is sparse, I'm always on Twitter.

If you're interested in a little more history of the blog - check out this post when I relaunched with a new design.

Happy Reading!

Weekend Jam

The new Gorillaz album Plastic Beach is amazing and while I love pretty much every song there's something about "Rhinestone Eyes" that just gets me into the groove...

Here's the jam to kick off your weekend.

Enjoy!

I Want this Cat. Now.

His name is Rocky.



If he were my cat, I would dress him in a three piece suit and at the suggestion of my friend Tommy, give him a monocle, a top hat, and perhaps also a tobacco pipe. And we would be the best of friends travelling the countryside looking for windows to stare out of.

Thank you, Internet. Thank you.

Look! My Easter egg matches my sweatshirt!

My brother had an egg-dyeing party last Friday.

I went for the matchy-matchy color explosion:



Now, I've been told you aren't supposed to eat the eggs you've dyed but I've been doing it all week. Is that bad?

Where's MY Booth?

Okay, I realize I haven't shut up about Bones recently - but considering it's one of my current TV obsessions, I'm not going to stop talking about it anytime soon. Deal with it. (And really, should we be surprised? I mean after I got insanely into Buffy the Vampire Slayer last year - after those goddamn Twilight books - and developed a deep love for the brooding talents of one David Boreanaz, it was only a natural next step I go find whatever current show he was a part of. I partially blame my friend Jori who, after I claimed Robert Pattinson was a phenomenal brooder, told me that I had to watch Boreanaz as Angel, because he makes Pattinson look like a telephone lamp, and Boreanaz could have chemistry with a telephone lamp. Jori, by the way - you were right. But I digress...).

The show's 100th episode aired last night - and for an excellent recap I'll direct you to Entertainment Weekly, I agree with everything they wrote about it over there.

What I want to talk about here is a little more personal (that's right folks, here at Jaw Wired Shut it's all about ME. At least after three years of blogging I'm consistent, right?).

Go watch this scene (yes, spoiler alert if you haven't watched the episode) and then I'll get to my point...



Here's the thing: do men like that exist? Men who fall in love at first sight? Men who know? Men who declare their love for another person so openly? I mean ignore the heartbreaking part where she essentially turns him down, and I mean, is that not one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen? And now do you people get what I'm talking about when I rave about David Boreanaz's acting abilities? He seriously reminds me of George Clooney in a way - something about the convinction in his performance - the Cary Grant-esque old school movie star vibes...

But what I really want to know here is WHERE IS MY BOOTH?

I blame this show and most recently Justified for making me develop a thing for cops. I used to have a thing for authority figures (think camp counselors, professors, etc.) but now it's definitely just that whole knight-in-shining armor thing. Shit, I want to work for the FBI if only it means I get partnered up with some hottie who's going to be obsessed with protecting me and subsequently fall in love with me, eccentricities and all.

Also - Brennan (Emily Deschanel's character - and by the way, Emily Deschanel is just a stellar actress and far more appealing than her younger sister Zooey, in my opinion. Although if those two ever teamed up for a musical album or fashion label or any remotely artistic endeavor I would probably vomit from cuteness/jealousy) makes me want to just incorporate a lot of awkward jargon into my daily lexicon. I mean, she makes me just want to really own my occasional bouts of social awkwardness.

The last comment I want to make is this: Booth, if you ever declared your love for me and gave a speech like that one (the "30, 40, 50 years" part just slayed me), please note I would not turn you down.

That is all.

Storytime! (Alternate Title: Bizarre Musings on a Friday Afternoon)

There once was a pickle named Bob...

That's how I like to start stories. Well, not really, but have you ever played that game where you make up a story and everyone contributes a line? I used to crack myself up everytime I got the chance to anthropomorphize an inanimate object, especially a vegetable.

Speaking of stories, I'm reminded of the second grade, when I wrote a story about a squirrel named Corny. Apparently it was a hit because in no time I was sitting at the top of the Corny Empire, delegating out various books to classmates to write (to this day, one of my best friends still gives me grief for not letting her write "Corny's Christmas"). Sometimes I wonder if I peaked then - I mean, there I was running a literary empire at age 8. Regardless, the story about my Corny franchise resurfaced a few years ago when I was looking for summer internships. Yep, I put that in my cover letter, in an attempt to display "creativity" and my early development of an "entrepreneurial spirit" (or so my dad tells me).

My dad is one of my favorite storytellers, mostly because he's got some insane tales of traveling through Europe in the 70s and buying a 1000 shirts in Morocco or something. My mom was also a great storytelller - when my brother and I were little we heard endless stories about a character known as Kitty Bow Wow. She flooded our imaginations with fun stories.

When I was little, I never thought I'd end up working in Hollywood - in TV no less. That was just such a far off concept to me. I don't think I was really even aware of the industry beyond acting (and trust me, I was quite the performer when I was little so that was something I was into) but I never really thought I would want to be a writer, in any capacity. When I was little I wanted to be an artist, then an astronomer or a marine biologist. I was never that great at science... I don't necessarily think I am great at storytelling, but it's amazing that the more stories we tell, the better we get at the telling.

I was mentioning to a friend last week that I don't feel comfortable calling myself a writer. I don't think being a blogger qualifies me for that title - not even if I get paid to do it, not for this blog or at the Huffington Post, not even with my bi-weekly column over at Digiday. I think I will call myself a writer the day I publish something I can hold in my hands, or the day I sell a screenplay. Until then, I prefer to think of myself as a storyteller - not necessarily a particularly good one, but maybe a work in progess.

The best thing is that my day job is also about storytelling - because that's what TV is. I'm fortunate enough to be in a place where my job and my hobby are two different sides of the same coin.

Sometimes I think maybe I'll return to the Corny stories... or I suppose I could always write about a pickle named Bob...

Dear Lady Antebellum, You Have Now Sold Me

Okay I love that jam "Need You Now" but this great parody from two of the Lady Antebellum dudes sold me on them...



I like totally relate, okay?

I Knew I Always Liked Jimmy Fallon

Dude is killing at Late Night these days.



How adorable is little pregnant Amy Poehler too?

Cool Beans

Why a White Tattoo?

If you follow me on Twitter you've probably noticed I'm covering a limited scope of subjects these past few days: all the television shows I'm watching and my new tattoo.

I never, ever thought I wanted a tattoo. I went through a stage in high school when I was into piercings (lots of earring holes and a nose ring), but was okay with that, because I knew it would be temporary - tattoos never interested me because of their permanence, but also because I believe that to get a tattoo - to permanently brand your body - you must have a compelling reason to do so. I never felt I had one.

About a year ago I was introduced to a friend who had a white tattoo on the inside of her wrist - a subtle mark; initials of someone close to her who'd passed away. Immediately, I loved it. The white tattoo is so different from a normal one. It's much more subtle - it makes the art more personal, in my opinion. It's a tattoo just for you. I liked that idea.

So it's been a while I've been thinking about getting this tattoo; my mother's initials - PWCS - on the inside of my left wrist, just above where I wear my watch.

Last weekend my roommate made plans to consult with a tattoo artist and I thought - why not? So DiTonto kindly brought me with her - on an experience during which I felt very much the little sister - and the tattoo artist was a friendly guy, excited to do the work. It was all so easy!

Next thing I know it's Saturday, and an hour before our appointment I had a sort of epiphany: what if I did the tattoo in my mom's actual handwriting? My mother had very bizarre handwriting. Some letters would be lowercase, others all capital - with no rhyme or reason. Letters had odd shapes and placement. It's one of the most distinct fonts I've seen. (And that's what I made it, a font - but in the form of a white tattoo... )

I found an old address book that belonged to my mother, and all the letters I needed were in an address for someone from Ipswich, Massachusetts. And just like that I had it - the perfect tattoo, pwcs (all lowercase) in my mother's own handwriting.

The entire tattoo experience was fun in a sort of rare exhilarating way. There's a weird adrenaline rush that comes with the whole moment - a sort of light-headed buzz that heightens everything. I had four friends with me, including DiTonto, who's tattoo was much bigger and more complicated than mine, and also, really, the main event! I was like the pre-show, the warm-up act. In fact, mine maybe took all of 15 minutes to do. And just like that, I was handed a beer and it was over. It was done!

*DiTonto, by the way, is a fucking champ for handling what was clearly a painful experience. I guess the ribs qualify as the "least fun" as far as pain level goes, and she took it like a rockstar. The wrist wasn't great, but as another friend pointed out, going to the dentist is worse.

I love my tattoo. And I'm going to post a picture. Soon. However right now it's still healing so it's kinda ugly. Like scabby and a little red and partially healed but raised and in some spots sort of weird-looking. So I'll post that pic when I want to show off the final masterpiece. Obv.

Until then I am just going to do my very best to ignore the fact that I am at that stage of the healing process where I want to scratch the shit out of this thing...

Desmond, you're MY constant

Let's talk last night's Lost for a second.

Now, there's no chance I am going to even attempt a recap or explanatory post because I don't understand what's happening throughout most of the episode and have to rely on friends to help me out.

But I do know that Desmond (played by the talented and oh-so-lovely Henry Ian Cusick) is without a doubt one of my favorite characters on the show - an amazing feat considering he joined in the second season and his appearances aren't consistently frequent.

The thing about Desmond's role on Lost that really sticks with me however, is that his character acts as a constant for the viewers. I know that when I watch one of his episodes that something will be revealed, but more importantly - I know he's going to find Penny. No matter when/where he is. And I think now he knows that too...

Also, I'm pretty sure I am going to be a mess when this show ends. I mean - after six years of watching something religiously? Just wow. End of an era, folks!

Can this exist now please?

My favorite movie, meet my favorite TV show:


Source: The Live Feed

I'm pretty sure everyone has ADHD

The Wall Street Journal does some serious investigative journalism into adults with ADHD. By serious, I mean they offer a quiz so you can self-diagnose. Go forth, hyper people!

I'm sorry but in this day and age I think the Internet has just ruined everyone's attention span and we are a nation suffering from ADHD. At this point they should just put Adderall in our water supply (funny because that's also what my doctor said about Prozac not too long ago).

Besties with Testes

AMAZING. Watch all the way through:

Easter Earthquake

This is the best video I could find to express how this earthquake felt:



I feel seasick just thinking about it...

Friday TV Roundup

Last night marked new episodes of many popular TV shows - The Vampire Diaires, Supernatural, Bones, Fringe, among others. I spent the night catching up on a lot of TV from the entire week. Some thoughts below:

1) This week's episode of Modern Family - well, yeah. I am Phil Dunphy. That whole thing about "next week" being the worst thing you could say to an early adopter - that's me. I so relate. Also - good work Apple, now I really want an iPad.

2) Loved this week's Cougartown so much I put a "keep" next to it on my DVR. I know, I know - you're thinking, really? Cougartown? And yes, I've been able to clear my living room just by announcing that's the next show I plan to watch on an average weeknight, but seriously, give it a shot. It consistently provides the laughs.

3) Justified is amazing. Timothy Olyphant just usurped Seth Meyers' spot on my list of "Celebrity I Most Want to Have Sex With." That is all.

4) Last but not least, Bones returned to our television screens last night. I enjoyed the episode, but it wasn't until the promo for next week's that I was reminded how excited I am to watch again. It's the much-anticipated 100th episode I saw a few weeks ago, but next week I'll watch it with my roommates - which will likely be a fun experience. I especially can't wait to see their reactions to certain scenes. I think this episode might rank as the show's best - even if my response crossed a wide spread of emotions, the final being shock.

5). More importantly, who would win in a showdown between Justified's Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens and Bones' Special Agent Seeley Booth?( My guess? Givens. It's the cowboy hat).

The weekend has started at my house, so I don't envision much TV watching to happen again until Sunday night.

Until then!

Happy Fools Day?

Remember my attempt at a lame April Fools joke last year? Yeah don't expect a repeat today. I've had way too much coffee and am way too excited for a half day today and full day off tomorrow to have any creative/cohesive thoughts...

Anyway, there are enough other internet addicts joking around for the rest of us... my favorite so far is that Joel McHale has taken over Ryan Seacrest's Twitter and website. McHale LOVES ripping on Seacrest, so I think that's especially funny.

I WANT AN iPAD!!!

That is all.