Forgot to give ”The Osbournes” a glowing review for the episode this past Tuesday night entitled, ”My Big Fat Jewish Wedding.” Hilarity. Ozzy struggled to maintain his composure when Sharon recited her own personal vows to Ozzy. We need more stuff like that on TV. Joe Millionaire and The Mole and Fear Factor all suck (well, except for Fear Factor cuz of the pretty girlies… and Joe Rogan is cool). Ahem.


I was briefly worried that Mr. Wil Wheaton was abandoning the blog community yesterday. His departure was short-lived, however, when he revealed that these rude neighbors combined with rude blog trolls had been ruining his day. I don’t turn on comments on my site because, well, I don’t. I don’t have my own message board either, because I’m sure it would be dead. Mr. Wahlberg has a message board, though, and whenever a new film comes out there are always little weasily guys who crawl out and post stupid messages and make general asses of themselves for all to see. I’m lucky to have Mark’s Biggest Fan Lianne as my message board moderator, so I always have someone looking out for rogue messages and nasty discontent. It’s the little things, right?


Everyone around here is acting insane with the purchasing of duct tape and blankets and supplies thinking a terrorist attack is imminent. Hello? Has anyone considered how many gaps there are in a house? Is this the poor man’s version of the bomb shelter for the 2000’s? Duct tape does NOT do anything to protect you. It is for ducts. Hence the name. I swear, even if they called it air conditioning tubing connecting adhesive, people would *still* be using it to repair their busted ass household items.