On my way to work today, I imagined coming home to my DVR/life partner this evening, clicking on my recorded shows list, and being greeted by a large smiley face on the top right of the screen. Why? Because I firmly believe that my DVR/life partner — who I named Peter and decided was just to the left of gay — would know that he was about to make me a very happy girl because he’d taped Dancing With the Stars, Castle, and a special Monday episode of Bones. I then thought about how sad I’d been Sunday night when I returned from a long weekend away, scrolled through my recorded shows list, and found no new episodes of Ghost Whisperer and Dollhouse to watch before the premiere of ABC Family’s My Fake Fiancé. Had Peter been able to flash me a frowny face emoticon, I would’ve been prepared for the heartbreak that followed. Therefore, I’d like to suggest to manufacturers of DVRs everywhere that they look into this emoticon feature. Perhaps there’s some kind of equation that can be built in. Like, if more than 65 percent of the shows you were hoping to tape that day aired new episodes: the you’re-gonna-be-psyched smiley face. If not: the break-it-to-me-gently frowny face.
Are there DVR enhancements you’d like to see? And have you anthropomorphized your DVR (or TV) to this degree?


I begin with a blanket statement: Anyone with a job in this economy is grateful. This is not about complaining, it’s about acknowledging a situation and asking who else is experiencing it….
After six weeks of silence, Gossip Girl returned last night, and 90210 returns soon after a month of spring break. Oops, that sentence was supposed to end in an exclamation point, because around these parts, that’s a big deal. It seems few things get certain EW staffers more excited than the outlandish antics of rich teens. Me, I don’t care. And given that Cavemen got better ratings than GG and 90210 combined, I know I’m not alone.
At 3:59 p.m. ET Tuesday afternoon, the following IM exchange took place between my friend Robb (who really should’ve known better) and me:
I’m just going to say it: I love Siegfried & Roy. There you go. The message board is now open for you to mock me, if the urge strikes. But I’m proud to admit that I saw the legendary, brazenly bizarre Las Vegas illusionists/wild-animal tamers perform live on two occasions way back when, and I had a ball.
Elvis Costello has a rep for sometimes being a tad prickly. But, the one occasion I interacted with the man, he couldn’t have been nicer.
Earlier this week, when I used the "I think this line’s mostly filler" lyric from the Buffy the Vampire Slayer musical episode in the headline for a recap of a boring
Ever steal a peek at your parents’ Netflix queue? How did that turn out for you? Here’s why I’m asking: I got my parents (retired, in their 60s, and braving another Happy Valley winter) a subscription for Christmas. Last night, my mother told me that my father had submitted his first requests: Deliverance and Sliver.




