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You should give Lost a go. I had the same "meh" opinion before I watched. Then I got bored last summer and it was all on Netflix Instant (and Hulu now too). So I got sucked in. Totally worth it.

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(superduperextra excited cause my class got canceled and now I can watch it live! huzzah!)

Oh and Michael Vick can go suckafuck.

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I think Dr. Drew has a nasty coke habit. I can totally see him snorting blow off the backside of a dead male hustler in a seedy hotel room. When he is a patient on Celeb Rehab, then I will tune in for that shit.

Is the Michael Vick show one where dog lovers get to line up with baseball bats and smack him around like a pinanta? No? How about him cleaning up the kennels of Dog Town with his tongue? fucking dog-killing asshole.

I'm gonna need to be not sober to get through this.

Seriously, TLC should just drop all pretense and change their name to Breeder & Midget Channel.

Do I need to watch at 8 too? It's just a clip show, right? I don't need to see it all again. This isn't The Office. (That last comment was for Figgy, since her rage towards it amuses me, and I completely agree)

Oh and the Duggars can go take a long walk off a short pier. You know what I love? There was this blog about them (Duggars Without Pity) that used to be VERY sympathetic to them. I'd say about 80% sympathy.

I re-visited it the other day for the first time in a long time and was pleasantly surprised to find that it's about 99% fuck 'em. Truly. In one LONG comment thread (over 200), I counted exactly two supportive comments and they were one sentence each.

The I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell clip makes me want to kill and die, in any order.

I can't watch Lost till tomorrow at 3, so I'm gonna have to avoid contact with the outside world like the plague.

Allow me to bring some joy into the room. After a woman gives birth, nursing her child helps to 'pull up' the muscles around the abdomen. For the first child, it goes rather smoothly with only a few cramps. However, as a woman undergoes more and more pregnancies, and the abdominal wall and supportive muscle groups endure continued distention, it becomes exponentially more painful in the months following as the body strives to return the area into a reasonably functioning protective barrier for the guts. Often, if not always, in the case of more than four children, the woman faces severe herniation and likely repeated surgery to prevent death from various organs slipping through the hernia resulting in blood flow losses and death to the organs. So, she gets EXPONENTIALLY INCREASED PAIN, EVERY CHILD.

Mrs. Duggar is either a) perpetually high as a kite on pain meds, b) a surgery nightmare with a dim future, or c) bound for a wheelchair when her uterus prolapses and/or mutinies into spontaneous hysterectomy. (okay - I don't know about this last bit, but the above paragraphs are all true.)

So, for everyone who does not watch Lost, you're welcome.
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Replica, I didn't wish to know that. I just keep seeing the woman from Yorkshire from Monty Python's Meaning of Life (the one who cranked 65+ children out of her hideously Holland Tunnel-sized womb and was so indifferent that she had her last one while washing the dishes).

*splat* "Wahhh!"
"Oh. Get that for me, will you Deirdre?"
"Yes, Mum."

replica The idea that Ma Duggar is always high as a kite on pain meds would actually explain a LOT about her, including but not limited to her little wee precious baby voice. (Gag.)

CLIP SHOW AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

*SHOUTS AT THE SKY*

I just wanted to add my voice to the collective cry of "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!?" regarding the Lost premiere. I stayed up late to watch this thing, I'm now haggard and weary and co-workers are assuming I spent the night partying. I was formulating theories, people.

Watch yourself, Abrams. The whole "everything is reset and yet everything is still happening as before" is dangerously close to sucking territory. If you try to please every fan, you're just going to end up pissing them all off. Right now I'm intrigued but so, so frustrated.

My Irish grandmother had 17 children. She lived to be a healthy-enough 97.
But I imagine it's a good thing there was no camera crew recording her family life...

My Grandad (*wheedling*): Please, darlin'? Cuddles?
My Grandma: Feck off, ye drunken eejit! Thanks to you and the feckin' Pope, I have to put a spud up me fanny to keep my womb in!

Or words to that effect.

While I have nothing against Michael Vick playing football again (as it is his chosen profession), it chaps my ass that he's got this show. I was highly pissed when I first heard about it and now that it has come to fruition I can't express my level of disgust. I can defend him playing football (and for my team) but there's no excuse for this. My only hope is that he donates all the profits to animal rescue. I won't hold my breath.