Reruns are the poor man's DVR. Thanks to the strike I'm finally getting a chance to catch up on all the shows I wanted to watch. Once I get caught up, though, I'm going to want to see some new stuff.

Last night's episode involved a dance marathon that turned into a battlefield of revenge when everyone was trying to make everyone else jealous, be it by showing off their superior dancing skills or by bumpin' and grindin' with street folk ("I'm gonna go grind a homeless guy." "Good girl. make it dirty").

In the end, everybody's a loser-- the night ends with poor Charlie passed out on the floor, OD'd on cough syrup, Frank and Dennis are wearing kegs around their necks as beacons of failure, and Dee is covered in homeless guy.