NOOOOOOOOO HOW COULD I HAVE DONE THIS TO MYSEELLLFFFFFF

I.

Forgot.

That I was supposed to attend a taping of American Gladiators last Sunday.

Listen, I loathe live TV tapings as much as the next Angeleno, but for American Gladiators I'll gladly wait in line for an hour or even, like, go on a hunger strike. Especially for Crush. Hubba^2.

You know what's weird? Seems that a lot of Office fans are unanimously annoyed by the Ross/Rachel-ness of Jim and Pam's taffy lead up to marriage.

Granted, I was on the same boat -- but now I'm on the fence because they're the only likable people on television. They make David Archuleta look like Scott Petersen.

The DVR has seriously turned me into a television junkie again, a throwback to my wasted days from the ages of 11-13. Remember when we used to RUN home to catch something? That will never happen anymore.

Unless, like, hipsters think it looks ironic if they say, "Yeah, I gotta go... House is on in, like, 10 minutes." And then they masturbate with their BetaMax player.

Have a good weekend,
Hugo