TattleTeeny

Unless Jax had as-yet-unrevealed proof though, why would Tom worry? Jax already tried to tell this…didn't he? Or was that Kristen and I'm all mixed up here? Maybe I am. I'm just thinking that, because Katie already seems convinced it was only a make out *, and that Jax is always full of beans, that Jax's info wouldn't make Tom feel threatened. But, yeah, the "admit to a lesser crime" thing is possible (and a tactic murder suspects often use in interrogations to appear more trustworthy and forthcoming). * I don't even know why it makes a difference; if my BF made out with someone, he may as well do it all, because he's going to get dumped anyway if I find out.

No, it's not my choice to damage my hair, which means it's a good thing that I purchased a high-end model recommended to me by the hairstylist I've trusted for over a decade, and an equally good thing that some people's damage does not equal an across-the-board definite outcome. My regularly flat-ironed-while-damp-for-years hair is very healthy (too much so, in my opinion, as it grows like a damn weed) but ol' misguided me thanks you for your pedantry! If it's exactly what unequivocally will happen, I'm still waiting… and I don't care what this Tom does, haha! Who would? (Also, I could be wrong because I've never asked, but I have my doubts that my gynecologist or allergist would have much of an opinion about flat-iron use vs. hair damage.)

The Jax story line is making me think this is so scripted. Not that I didn't think so before--and not that I believe he's not big dumb cheating dope--but it's really sticking out more here. Like, even a 19-year-old frat boy would realize he's been caught before and at least TRY to be sneakier about it (or, god forbid, learn to stick to one-night-stands already). Plus, he's been called out for lies so often already in every season. That said, the whole intra-"office" dating and drama reminds me of when I worked at a big bookstore (one of the first gigantic ones with a cafe and all that, open until 11pm), and all of us were young and cute and probably acting the same way, to my embarrassment. I would, if I were in a position that would help them. But my BF--a working musician who sometimes travels--isn't remotely like Jax and would never cheat, but there are willing people everywhere if one is the type to encourage them. There was a time I bristled a little bit at ladies sending him shots and then hovering around the stage, but whatever, man; can't blame a chick for thinking he's cute (and it's not like he gets up there and proclaims his taken-ness into the mic)...and our mortgage doesn't get paid as easily if people don't want to see whichever one of his bands is playing (or, apparently, appearing to need drinks, which, incidentally, are often free for the band anyway). It's not a no-no; I have one that's made for it too. They look the same, of course, and work OK enough--though these people are probably more skilled about it than I am.

I actually have a lowercase-b big Uncle Wayne.

There's an Optimum commercial that makes me actually feel bad for the guy in it. It's moving day and he calls his friend, who is apparently supposed to help but is very late because he's playing a game. What a horrid thing to do to someone! Oh my goodness, I know it's not real but moving is stressful as it is, and it's not like it's easy to postpone it last minute! That friend sucks.

Aww, like Tony Soprano and his ducks!

Brandi's ass-kissing, followed by her endless vows not to ass-kiss, is annoying. And, like I mentioned earlier, Yolanda's "that's what friends do" shit…ugh. Apparently another thing friends do is act like the aggrieved martyr and call you out on something minor in front of everyone at a social event as well. Oh, it was so whiny and passive-aggressive!

I laugh every time at it--I have no idea why it's funny. Maybe simply because "sexy" is so obviously not the word that belongs in serious sentences about one's pets (and I am sure Lisa knows this). Sometimes I call my kittens sexy ("Go, go, sexy kitten!" when they're racing around during the "Nighttime Crazies") and then laugh and laugh…at myself. Oy.

I don't own a single white bra, so don't go by me, but I think the "rule" is skin-tone bra under white so as to be as invisible as possible (white is just as visible under a white T as a black bra is). Unless you don't care about invisibility. I don't; I prefer a black bra under a white shirt (not that I have many, as I am a frequent coffee spiller…like, two minutes ago, in fact).

I haven't noticed anything grumpy or distracted about him. I don't know the man, so how on earth, based on the tiny little wee fraction of his life we see, would I be able to notice whether a total stranger seems "distracted"? (Violently angry, maybe. Manic, perhaps. Inebriated, probably. But distracted?) He always seems pretty low-key and easygoing to me, and I don't find there to be much to "read."

Oh my goodness, Yolanda! Drop it about Lisa not inviting you to the star event! Ugh, she was so obnoxious and seemed to want to invite a gang-up.

Haha--I just don't know! It just has always gotten under my skin, even as a little kid. One of my favorite memories of my ex is being at his family's house at Christmas and hearing his brother-in-law mutter, "I haaaate it" under his breath when A Charlie Brown Christmas was on the TV. I felt like I was not alone!

I love the marathon, not just because I love the movie but because, as someone who needs a TV to fall asleep (and is picky about what's on the TV as I fall asleep -- it can't be too interesting but it also can't be the opposite either), I can just leave it on that channel and forget about flipping around. It's all Hallmark's fault, really, because of its horrific late-night lineup in November and December!

I was just wondering yesterday if anyone has decided to use "MonRosalie/MonroeSalie" for Monroe and Rosalie on Grimm. I don't read the forum so I actually have no idea, but I guess it works better than "Spuffy." I hate A Charlie Brown Christmas. In fact, I hate all things Charlie Brown and have since I was too little to articulate that I didn't want to watch the "specials." I do not get the "two-screen experience" or whatever, and I say that as a maniacal multi-tasker at work and at home. I want to see the show that I make a point to watch--each and every little bit of it! Especially when that show is something like The Walking Dead with so much shit going down, or Mad Men for which I have to wait 32 years between seasons. Why on earth am I encouraged by the networks to not to pay attention to shows that took so much time and effort to create?!

My cat is obsessed with this commercial. Not an hour ago he woke up abruptly from a nap and ran toward the TV. Every time, he's all ears and eyes about it.

I think Lisa, for the most part, looks pretty great. But the hair is maybe a bit dated. I mean, not even on its own exactly; I see people with similar often enough. But between it and the clothes and the jewelry, maybe the Dynasty vibe gets to be too much. Again, not that it's just the hair, but the whole combo. Which may explain why I think she looks much better in jeans and a white shirt, or a floaty maxi dress; the casual elements add balance.

Maybe part of it is Max's issues, and she thinks he'd be better off not dating at this point or dating a peer?

Yeah, I'm thin too, with a very young face (and I'm not complaining about that!) but I need enough hair to have a ponytail, or that ubiquitous poof on top (a necessity when you're constantly looking down at copy). When it's too short, I can't do that. Plus, my hair grows like a monster; I used to have a short pixie cut and, oh, the maintenance! A trim every two weeks or it got too puffy and lost the "sleek" look.

Haha--I suppose he is, even if you don't like boy-bandery. I mean, he made a name for himself, so he did something right, I assume, though I personally have no strong opinions about him (though I have been known to get excited to hear a late-'90s boy band at times). He seems nice enough, I guess.

Obviously opinions vary on whether it drags down her face; I've never really thought about it or noticed that. But to say she's too old to do what she wants with her own hair? She's my age. I have long hair (not like Kyle's length; the way mine behaves, I'd be dead or swallowed whole on a humid day) with streaks of color not found in nature. The good part about being supposedly "too old" is that you can do whatever you want...which is why I and my too-young-for-me hair also wore a rather short dress to my office today with no thought to that dumb and offensive "no miniskirts after 35" thing. Oh my god, it's not like he's barreling in off the street to crash gay events all over the US. Why should he back off attending if someone, whomever dat may be, asks for his presence? And the white-for-wet T-shirt thing? Whatever; has no one ever misspoke before? I called my boss my cat's name just yesterday. Doesn't mean I really think that's correct.

Oh, I know. Through not once have I unequivocally inferred that Rocio needs anyone to lead her by the hand to a better job. Assuming she doesn't know any better is disgusting and vaguely classist in my book. Which is part of her job, which, for all I know, she digs immensely. It doesn't look too bad from where I -- a pretty good housekeeper who likes the visible sense of accomplishment from cleaning and organizing -- sit writing and editing inane product copy in gloomy and cold North Jersey, actually. Also, we don't see that many of Lisa's in-home dinners anyway; maybe R. eats at the table with Lisa & Ken a lot when they're not being recorded. She's a grown woman who is certainly capable of not taking shit.

I've become (sadly) accustomed to the occasional cat-hair garnish, and luckily my dinner-party days are few and far between--and would be attended by fellow cat owners anyway (and my cats are surprisingly not people-food-driven...yet, at least; they're only a year old). Sometimes I worry more about the amount of my own hair that falls out, man. Every time I clean out the vacuum, I'm surprised I don't have a bald spot (like Giggy). Mainly though, I can only assume Rocio is (and the dinner guests) are OK with it. Haha--maybe it's Giggy who isn't impressed!

Well, call me a trashy rube, but I'd be delighted to sit near and take care of that dog. Also, as the owner of two cats who seem to find the dining-room table the most comfortable place to sit--never mind the numerous squishy beds they have (including one in the shape of a shark's mouth), the little ingrates--in the whole house. But considering I'm an eat-in-front-of-the-TV type as well as a frequent housecleaner, I guess it doesn't really matter. Maybe Rocio is fine with her position and wouldn't enjoy implications that she's some poor downtrodden slave too meek to change her lot in life.

Eh, what's happened ever on this show that says Lisa is rotten to the help? Maybe she is but without knowing for sure, I think it's really insulting -- to Rocio -- to imply this. So she sat next to the dog; many employees would not be at that dining table in the first place.

I guess I am OK with the win, considering that the other two contenders didn't say "photo realism" to me (though I did like them well enough). But why did so much time have to be spent on showing us old footage all these fools trash-talking? I wanted to hear from Josh...and maybe even awful Emily and ol' hunchy-shoulder Julia. And do you think they could have gotten a screen big enough to show the entire pieces at once? They were scrolling the images! Come on now, I've seen bigger monitors in people's homes! Or at least do closeups of that wee little monitor so that those of us at home have a full-screen view! This is a show ostensibly about artistic creations; it would be nice to get a good look at them. Not to mention, Eric's head blocking the bottom of the screen--haha!