Has anybody opened a magazine recently and suddenly found it talking to you?  In an effort to be even more annoying and obnoxious, the networks have started advertising by putting recorded ads that are programmed to play when you open up to that page into magazines.  Call me crazy, but when I open a magazine, I expect to read it, not hear it.  Between print ads, perfume ads, and now these tv ads, magazine reading is on its way to becoming a full multisensory experience.  Now if they could just slap a masseuse and a Hershey bar in there, I'd be all set.

THERE IS A SILVER LINING TO THIS THUNDERCLOUD!  After hearing "My Name is Earl" about 6 times in the span of 30 seconds, Lex ripped one of these lovely enchantments out of this week's Entertainment Weekly and unceremoniously threw it on the floor.  Noticing the contraption that looked like a mini mother board, I picked it up and started trying to take it apart.  I found that by using a pen and its cap, I could remove all three of those little round batteries you get for watches.  FREE BATTERIES!  Woohoo!  Totally worth it, don't you think?