I woke up this morning to a call from the Apple store that my vastly expensive rush repairs were done and would I kindly like to come get my shit from them so they could rape my bank account. To their credit, they did fix everything, and outside my Chthulu wallpaper, all seems to be in order. I’m bitter, however, because it happened to snow this morning in NYC, and I thought that maybe I could wait it out.

I couldn’t, so guess who got all cold?

The cast of Gossip Girl probably woke up to similar feelings. But while my inner blogger said “maybe you can wait it out,” their very-real producer probably thought: “free production value.”

I happen to watch Gossip Girl (and if you don’t, you can spare me your outrage, wait until I explain it to you or e-mail me with the “Send Tips” button above and I’ll explain), and last night’s episode set nothing in motion that would bring Chance Crawford and Leighton Meester’s characters to kiss. It did have this odd B-plot that involved Chuck Bass setting in motion either an Eyes Wide Shut direct rip-off or the beginning of a very long secret society gothic fiction piece.

Being a blogger doesn’t usually have a big effect on the way I watch TV shows, but knowing that Leighton Meester has to stand on stuff to kiss her co-stars will always be on the back of my mind.