· Let it be known that despite rampant internet reports to the contrary, future Defamer war bride and American Idol contestant Katherine McPhee is not a Scientologist, just another lost soul who was trying to sleep with one.
· If the genius Panopticist spends this much time figuring out what's wrong with the clock on 24, you can be damn sure we're gonna read every obsessive word about it.
· This must be the revenge for all those kittens killed by God to punish the world's masturbators. That ceiling feline is going to wind up on Stuff On My Cat any day now, and it ain't gonna be pretty.
· And if you're too classy to kill a kitten to your favorite celebrity, there are safer options with which you can fill that particular need.
· "Ugh, though — The Black Donnellys. OK, the Crash guy is behind it, and it's got that Irishy mournful Mystic River spirit to it. People think it's TV gold. But Crash was trite and preachy. Aha—and so is this." So bloggeth the NY Times' Virginia Heffernan to a chorus of amens from our section of the congregation.

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