I really was. My name is Earl was weak too.
I'm about to go out. I even got dressed, and everything. Woohoo.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I really was. My name is Earl was weak too.
I'm about to go out. I even got dressed, and everything. Woohoo.
CRAP. I was out of town and forgot to set the DVR to record Earl. Although, it sounds like I shouldn't be too upset about it.
I have CSI to watch, though. I saw Nub3rs with my in-laws and wasn't overwhelmed. It is a two-parter.
I've had a nagging headache for about five hours now. Ibuprofen isn't cutting it. Can't take Excendrine because it has asprin in it and I'm going for an epidural shot for my back this Wednesday. Wondering if there is any extra strength tylenol around the house.
My name is Earl was weak too.
My Name Is Earl is, in my opinion, half about Randy.
The bit with the balloon?
"Randy. These aren't helium balloons."
"Oh. Well, shoot."
Gold, baby. Pure Au.
Agreed, but while I love Joy in small doses, they seem to be moving her to the forefront.
Have you learned nothing from Joss, people? Show's not called JOY.
I thought Jericho was crappy. It's like Lost with the high concept premise and constant hints about secrets they obviously won't reveal any time soon. Which is mostly annoying because I'm prepared to bet money that I've figured out one subplot already, but I'm not sure the show will last long enough to find out if I'm right.
smith is re-airing on CBS for anyone who missed it.
GA better get better. Because I will throw myself at those Winchester boys with abandon.We're feckless in our show commitment like that. I'm about one lackluster GA away from spending my quality time with them as well.
Ah, this might explain my not having a definitive answer. I get all sorts of things backwards at times.
I know! I'm all "no wonder I get wrong-footed with hugs so often." It's that damn left-right thing.Yes! It's side-ism, you know.
Joy does crack me up, but yeah...small doses people. She and Crab-Man over there, in the back. "My Name is Earl, not Joy."
Still. "Oh snap! Hey, stupid, give me the jacket."
I'm prepared to bet money that I've figured out one subplot already, but I'm not sure the show will last long enough to find out if I'm right.
Feel like whitefonting it? I was pretty underwhelmed, yeah. I do like me my Skeet, though. Eh, we'll see.
Peace to you and your family, Mikey. I'm so sorry the doctors couldn't do more for your uncle, but it's a good thing for him to spend his last days at home surrounded by people and things he knows and loves, not in a hospital bed being poked and prodded.