  So it’s official; I love I Love the 90s . John Mayer is back, god bless his gloriously un-kempt mane. His comment about leaving the pale-and-pasty look (ala Kate Moss) to him was so very sweet. The best panelists are, of course, Michael Ian Black and Hal Sparks.
Forever will I tut out a giggle when I see anyone is a black coat buyiong Visine. The single displeasing part of the show so far has been Liz Phair’s multiple appearances. Pardon me, Miss Sellout, but when you betray your Indie roots, you don’t get to tell me who is alternative.
&nbsp; Probably eighty percent of the television that I watch now is on VH1. I have developed strange attractions to both Paul Scheer and John Abound (of the Modern Humorist… oh god; the hotness) Why is it that I will sit through pop culture commentary shows, but can’t quite get around to washing my hair? There is something so seriously wrong with me. If my blog doesn’t continue to remind you of this on a weekly basis; drugs are bad. And so is the unfortunate look of my hairdo. Ick. &nbsp; Affectionately... Anna&nbsp; 
