Watching NBC's "10.5" movie event of the week, it occurred to mr. zippy and me that we missed the disclaimer at the beginning of the show that said "no actual scientists or surgeons or geologists were consulted by the creators of the program you are about to watch."

It was a beautiful thing.

The San Andres Fault running from east to west, then circling back on itself. The thousand pound nuclear bomb sitting on Fred Ward's chest, crushing him against deep core rock AND YET he is able to speak clearly to tell his estranged son via flimsy head gear WHY WHY WHY he was so emotionally absent from his life since his wife died and to utter those three little words "I love you" to the young man before blowing himself into smithereens. Kim Delaney mouthing dialogue with a botox expression of disbelief - not to be confused with the Beau Bridges "I can't believe I'm in a film this bad" E-MOOOOO-SHUN. Real tears. That's ak!ting! baby!

We missed the BIG BAND/SWING addition of American Idol for this.

Actually, for a documentary on American military technology and the invasion of Iraq on PBS. Very very interesting.

Flipped (no offense to any Philippino's reading the blog today) the channel just in time to catch Fantasia Barrino segue into her slow number with heart.

ONCE MORE WITH FEELING.

The next celebrity judges I want to see on AI are Joss Whedon and the Buffy cast.

Grrrr. Arrrgh.