You know what we hate? We hate it when we're watching TV and a Japanese chick crawls out. Totally hate it. But it's our own fault because when we were in the market for a television the guy at the Best Buy came right out and said, "Well, you can buy this expensive model which is really nice or you can buy this cheaper model and take a chance that a Japanese chick crawls out." He couldn't have been any clearer. But did we listen? No, we had to go and opt for the cheaper model. We just had to save a buck. We shut our eyes to the likelihood of a Japanese chick crawling out of our television set, and inevitably at the most inopportune moment, such as when Liv Tyler's taking her clothes off or during the final drive of a good football game. So that we're forced to shout, "Hey! Japanese chick! You mind? The Eagles are on the Dallas 14-yard line with 38 seconds left!" For all the good it does us. It's like that Japanese chick is deaf.