Everybody watches the show together, while on Twitter, and talk about people's outfits, what a douche Ryan Seacrest is, etc. etc.
Only I don't own a LAPTOP, so in order to watch TV and be online simultaneously, I have to lug my ginormous desktop Dharma Initiative computer out of my office, across the house, and into the family room.
Even the dogs are embarrassed.
I guarantee you Dooce does not have her Christmas lights extension cord sprawled about her living room. 1994 called. they want their technology back.
I suppose I could have borrowed my husband's laptop, but then if he went through history, he could see I was typing things like
"Where is Robert Pattinson"
"Why isn't there a RobCam"
"There he is jfkdkjg;ldfg;'gh;l'j';k"
And I'm not alone, BTW.
After he presented, my 8-year-old daughter got right up and wrote a fan letter (as 8 year olds are wont to do) proclaiming: "I would jump off a cliff for you."
I'm with ya, sister.