Enough already! I’ve officially HAD IT with the never-ending jam session at the end of "The Ballad of George and Izzie’s Rumored Departure from Grey’s Anatomy (Extended Dance Remix)," you guys. George. Izzie. Hi. Your characters have been run into the ground only to then be spritzed heavily with the spillout from some patient’s body cavity. Izzie, the only people who will talk to you are already dead. George, last week, I momentarily mistook you for an extra they hired to play Man Who Speaks Into Intercom. This is not a noble way to die. You need to just BOOK IT. There are baking supplies the next town over. You want to go to there. I promise.
They’re probably not gonna answer, huh?
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So a few of us around the office here have been talking, and we’re not sure if this is a "Who should play him in the movie?" item, or just a simple "Separated at birth?" observation — but you have to admit, there’s quite a resemblance between Sully and Willy. (And yes, we realize we’re not the only ones to notice the similarities. A 
When an e-mail sprang up in my inbox yesterday informing me that Diane Keaton would officially release her memoir, my first reaction was, Wait, Diane Keaton hasn’t already written a memoir? That being said, because I enjoy my fair share of celeb-driven personal histories — hello sTori Telling! — I’m looking forward to reading Keaton’s narrative, which will apparently chronicle her mother’s struggle with Alzheimer’s. (Though I wouldn’t mind reading about tie-vest combos, as well as some Woody Allen dirt while we’re at it. Too much to ask?)
We’re counting down the days until the new Star Trek movie opens (er, 86), but until then, at least we have 
Here are the latest orders and TAGs (Totally Arbitrary Grades).
