Grey's Antomy: Addy does Alex

Well, just in time for the big two-parter Addison spin-off episode, here is the handy Grey's Anatomy: Who's Done Whom spreadsheet. (and I think I finally figured out the technical glitches, so it should be nice and big—try clicking on it). Though I love Addison, I'm not sure I'm going to be able to commit to her new spin-off, even though Taye Diggs is in it, and I feel sorry for him since Daybreak and Kevin Hill bombed (actually, he kind of deserved the Kevin Hill thing, I mean, he was starring opposite a former ANTM. But I digress). But if they make it good enough, I just might have to stick around to watch Addison get her groove back.

That's right, folks, I made the pun. I promise not to do it again.

I Read TV Guide So You Don't Have To

In this week's issue, some quotes from Laura Innes (a.k.a. Kerry Weaver) for you old-school ER fans:

"Weaver must be so good in bed! Her girlfriends are so hot. I definitely raised the bar in the lipstick-lesbian category."

Question: Aren't you sorry you never got to kiss George Clooney or Goran Visnjic?
"How do you know I didn't?"

Oh Kerry, I don't know what has been happening on ER since I stopped watching it 5 years ago, but I'll never forget how you ran off Dr. Ross, double-crossed Dr. Green, and had your frist lesbo kiss with the new hot Other from Lost.

Apparently Denis Leary is a huge a-hole

Denis Leary was a big hero at my college--even more so than Henry Winkler. Both were alums, and although Winkler gave much more money, Leary was the "cool guy" that all of Emerson's hipsters aspired to be.

Now I know being a misogynist jerk is his schtick and all, but reading an interview with him in TV Guide today really turns the tide...in it, they ask him about a scene he wrote, directed, and acted in in his series Rescue Me, where he rapes his wife, and then after telling him "no, no, no" she starts to enjoy it. He says:

The knee-jerk reaction is "Oh, my God, he raped his wife, and he's condoning spousal rape." I'm sorry, I've got female friends who have been through it and don't think it's an unhealthy situation. And anybody that says different has either not been through it or is just politically correct and should probably be switching the channel.

I don't even know what to say to that.

My juicy personal life

Today I recieved an email:

I think your blog would benefit from some juicy personal stories or fantasies or regular updates about how you're not getting "super" sex. Let me know if you're open to these kinds of things, because I want to be amused. Amused on a daily basis.

The "super" sex, of course, being a reference to the strangely attractive Eastern Europen Super of my building. And no, we're not doing it. But he did give me a fan yesterday. A dirty, dirty fan. (And I taught him the word "oscillate")
Unfortunately my life is just not that interesting. Like today, the best thing I did was go and put funny pictures next to the address book listings of business contacts I don't like, like this monkey one. Also, my weekly TV Guide came. We get them free at the office. Apparently Marcia Cross met her husband at a flower shop shortly after having lunch with Lori Loughlin. File that one under "information I am stupider for knowing."