And DS-Hell speed I have achieved! To work nine jobs! And write ten recaps! Just be glad your entire company wasn’t sent this email today. And no. It’s not about me. But one day it could be. Because free-floating, passive-aggressive paranoia is a fantastic motivator. Let’s go see! PLEASE READ AND PAY ATTENTION TO THIS:…

Hi all: Between the three recaps last week and the dial-up I’m still on from the move I haven’t had time to tell everyone about, I’m Pamie’s blog entry right below this one if you slot in “he” pronouns for “she.” Help me pray that the DSL gods smile brightly down on me soon, congratulate…

That’s right. Threecap. I was overly-psyched to try and orchestrate a way in which all three of my recaps would fall one right on top of the other, but I was stymied. By a recapper named Pam. Top Model. Big Fat Bleebity Cancel This Bloo. Bachelorette. And on top of it all, I’m typing this…

You know how certain, seemingly inconsequential things you learn about people just tend to stick in your mind after your hear them once? Well, one of the things I’ve always known about Pam is that she doesn’t like watching sports on TV because of the constant hum of crowd noise in the background, which can…

Someday this story will be about you. From today’s Associated Press: LONDON (AP) — A draft copy of the first Harry Potter adventure which incorrectly identified author J.K. Rowling sold at auction for $2,642, the auctioneer said. An anonymous bidder on Monday purchased the proof copy of “Harry Potter And The Philosopher’s Stone,” first published…

I’ve taken on the task of recapping every show at TWoP. Well, not every show. Just every reality show. Okay, not every reality show. Just nine of them. Six of them. Four of them. Okay, fine, three of them. Here are two of them: the increasingly unwatchable new season of The Bachelorette and the overly-watchable…

…is on an airplane. But if you happen to be driving across the country or know anyone who is or can’t stand the New York winter and are getting itchy for travel, you might be looking for the most direct directions available. No stopping. No fun. No scenery. Just driving. See the country at 80MPH.…

How often you’ve been kept up nights! Well, the jig is up, and though I haven’t seen it, I can tell you with authority I stumbled into the pages of Time Out New York. In the film section, even though I haven’t made a film. Word has it I’m hiding behind two people you wouldn’t…

I love Christmas breaks. But I took one from da blog. And that was wrong. Very, very wrong. I’m back, having hated another movie I really wasn’t allowed to hate. This time I wasn’t allowed to hate it not for political reasons — as was true with [film as boring as the lifetime’s worth of…

See, let me explain. When I was in high school, my friend John quite accurately described my musical sensibilities as belonging to the genre of “poppy fun.” And, oh, they were, the more poppy the better, the more ironically melancholy the fun the better. Squeeze. Crowded House. XTC. The Sundays. 10,000 Maniacs. REM when I…