And what a sorry state we're in. Melody seems to know that she's done wrong and appears apologetic, but (in a bizarrely dude-like turn) doesn't know precisely what she did. Brighton is miserable, and Kent has absolutely no idea of how to handle that or the included bizarre, non-sequitur food analogies. All this means that we have hit the first truly low point in the history of this particular crowd (at least, since we've known them). Don't worry, though. Things never stay this bad.

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The above paragraph brought to you by our esteemed artist, in the guise of "Text Ninja". Perhaps it is some surreal code, or maybe we've uncovered the first genuine fragment of Ancient Lesbianese in its vowelless stream of characters. Christ only knows.

As I was saying, things never stay this bad. Or do they? Dun dun DUUUUUUN.

Our apologies for Color Friday being in only two colors...those colors being black and white, if you hadn't noticed. We were watching The Hangover last night, and The Artist/Text Ninja/Ancient Lesbianese Philologist was too distracted by its raw comedic awesomeness to render our characters in full, glorious hexadecimal hues. If you have not yet experienced The Hangover, I would highly recommend it. It not only is funny, but is also extraordinarily well-structured and just generally terrifically put together on a technical level. So our inner children could chuckle maniacally at the application of roofies to a bathroom-bound tiger, and our inner movie buffs could appreciate the hidden artistry of it all.

On the other end of the spectrum: if you are in search of a good movie, or a movie that makes sense, or a movie that expresses its message with poise and grace, or a movie that features Gary Oldman in a villain role worth his valuable time...The Book of Eli is not that movie. Just...just trust me on this. Understand that many Bothans (and nine whole dollars) were sacrificed to bring you this information.

Honor that sacrifice.