Thanks to those pesky, greedy writers (we kid because we love), we've all had to sit through crappy messes of annoying dating shows, shows about wanting to be a model, and shows where big, burly people duke it out on an obstacle course. There are a few oases, though, where shows filmed enough for a spring season before the strike got underway. One such light in the dreary tunnel of Seattle winter is . Yes, ma'am, Christina, Meredith and their saucy male counterparts, the Mc's, are back this Thursday with an episode called "Lay Your Hands On Me." (To which we respond, "Okay, tell us where to put 'em.") more ›

Crisis. Opportunity. We don't need self-help myths about Chinese characters to draw connections between the two. Last week's debacle at our regular trivia venue? A great opportunity to wander from local pub to local pub, trying out their quizzes and telling you which ones are worth your while. more ›

In the words of the incomparable Stevie Wonder, superstition ain't the way, no, no, no. In the words of the less incomparable—okay, fully comparable—Meredith Grey, one woman's juju is another woman's trash. Or, okay, fine. Superstition is the way, yes, yes, yes. You get the point. This week's episode was all about upholding the grand tradition of superstitions, lest you and your patient fall prey to the death cloud hovering over Seattle Grace. That, and the show's more recent grand tradition of minimum action per capita of episode. That, and the triumphant return to jackassery from Dr. Alex that we've been so sorely missing. That, and...aw, forget it. more ›