Okay, why did nobody tell me That 70's Show was so awesome? I bought it because it was on sale and I vaguely recalled Ashton Kutcher wearing many a tight shirt and reminding me of a guy I had a crush on in college. I didn't expect to be sitting there howling with laughter or squealing over how adorable Fez is.

And I certainly didn't expect to be having a religious experiance, unless Ashton Kutcher's waxed manchest was involved in some form. You see, lately, I've been going through something of a spiritual crisis. I've been worried. There are times when I think that I might be shallow, that in my never-ending quest to watch pretty boys kissing and occaisonally murder small children, I could be missing out on the better things in life. Who knows, there could be more to the Star Wars prequel than Hayden Christensen in black leather and eyeliner. It might be about good, and evil, and the importance of protected sex and not falling into lava like a total dumbass.

And then, just when I'm begining to doubt myself, WHAM! The heavens open, and God says unto me, "Behold, young Froodle, I give you Eric Foreman and that kid from Third Rock From The Sun that you had a crush on, snogging!" Don't you see? This proves that I'm following the right path; God doesn't want me to care about the nature of the soul or the state of the world - he just wants me to watch Joseph Gorden Levitt snogging other men.

Also, I think Smallville would be massively improved if we just replaced Clark with a super-powered Kelso, Lana with Jackie and Lex with Fez let the good times roll.