I've decided to do my own version of live blogging:
10:54am: The old chick in Titanic really reminds me of my Grandma.
10:56am: How do you go from Red in Shawshank to Charlie Grimes in High Crimes? Oh yeah. Bills.
11:02am: Jack Dawson didn't look this young when I saw Titanic 8 TIMES in the theater. Jesus, he's like 11. Oh, and you've got to read Da Mayor's column today. Fabulous.
11:55am: Boy, Ashley Judd just can't catch a break. Thank god she's got her BFF Morgan Freeman.
12:12pm: OMG, it's the "I'm flying...Jack" scene. My heart will go motherfucking on!
12:14pm: I really want to go on a cruise.
12:21pm: Billy Zane is fabulously over the top as Cal. He's way better than Jack and his bangs.
2:29pm: I cannot believe that old loon tossed that tacky necklace back at Jack. Every time, it ticks me off, with her stupid little yelp.