Who does this?

Agh! Ann from Arrested Development (a.k.a. Bell, Egg, Man) guest starred on last night’s Desperate Housewives.

I love how this actress doesn’t mind being made to look gross on purpose… Also, god I miss AD.

Writing for EW.com’s PopWatch blog has been awesome, but it means I haven’t had much time to update on here with reports on my relationship with my DVR and pictures of food on my bed.

:(

In lieu of that, here are some of the entries I’ve found the most fun, since they’re a bit hard to find a few days after the fact:

In which Annie…

–makes fun of three new movie trailers

–peeps a sneak preview of The O.C.

–predicts which celebs could pull off a buzzhawk

–falls asleep in front of Vh1 Classic’s The Vault

–attempts, then fails to follow a lame theme of the letters “de”

–has an IM convo with Michael Slezak about why they’re still watching ABC’s “Brothers & Sisters”

–complains (in jest) about how having a DVR is stressful

–reviews the new Slash/Spinal tap Volkswagen commercials

–wastes an insane amount of time watching TV romance mashups on YouTube

I’ve also been doing recaps of Dancing With the Stars, if anyone cares. (I’d actually prefer if you didn’t watch this show.)

And here’s a link to the EW.com staff picks for The “Bad” Movie I Love. Mine (Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead) is the first one because I’m very cool.

Starting this week, I’ll be writing every Thursday and Friday on EW.com’s PopWatch blog. I’m also filling in this afternoon. You have to read it because the eyeball in the graphic is just too compellingly creepy. Tune in!

I wanted to cry.

And it wasn’t even mine.

If your breakfast sandwich goes splat and you can’t bear to touch it again, the least you can do is kick it onto the tracks. Then other commuters don’t have to look at it and get even hungrier. Plus, rats just love bacon.egg.and.cheese.

Despite there being 20,000 other places for me to stand and wait for the train, I ended up leaning against the column nearest the breakfast sandwich (BS). Each minute was sadder and sadder. Out of anything to show up in my life at that moment, why did it have to be a destroyed BS? I mourned the wasted food, the pain the BS must have suffered from the shock, and the fact that I wasn’t currently eating it. I could even smell the bacon. That bacon looks crunchy.

I even played a challenging mind game wherein I counted out how long I could look away from the BS until my eyes darted back again. (19 seconds.) That was fun, especially the self-loathing periods right after I caved.

Wait, is that shredded lettuce? What kind of BS is this? I call bullshit.