Name this Face.
LMAO, the jokes write themselves. I see that Billy is rebelling against the new suit he had to wear last week by breaking out his one casual jacket. I'm surprised he didn't wear it with his old blue Hawaiian shirt and that backwards Kangol.
If only Uncle Fish had joined the show a few years ago. O, mourn for the lost shenanigans.
Fringe isn't coming back until April. No Walter for two months? This is terrible. Last night's episode was quite good, it expanded the mythology in an interesting way that actually makes some sense for once. I mean, good for Fringe anyway.
And if Leah (or Hosea, but mostly Leah) doesn't get the boot on Top Chef tonight, I swear I will be pissed. Stefan is probably going to win anyway, so maybe it doesn't matter, but she should have been gone before the last three eliminated chefs. Although last week... if you dare to talk shit about Eric Ripert, you deserve whatever punishment the universe serves up for you.
What else have I been watching? House is driving me nuts. I love Olivia Wilde, I think she's gorgeous and I am one of 12 people nationwide that actually watched The Black Donnellys, but Thirteen has rapidly become the kind of trainwreck character that legends are made of. The last CSI was actually really good, if you want to give the new kids a try, I recommend it. Life on Mars US was ridiculous lulz as usual. The last two BSG episodes are right up there with my favorites ever. I'm behind on Big Love and pretty much everything else. Wake me up when Stringer Bell is back on my TV, please.