To me, this represents the pure hell-of-it feel-the-force joy of humanity that could make even the most breakingupiest of us crack a(n) (Obi) wan smile:

(Real it is, young Jedi.)

Recently in Slate:

“One recent study conducted by officials at the Paris Metro — which looked at ‘missed connection’ ads placed by urbanites looking for love in the city — found that the Metro ‘is without doubt the foremost producer of urban tales about falling in love.’ The seats closest to the door, it seemed, offered the best opportunities for falling in love with the proper stranger. ‘The Metro is not the emotional desert, the social vacuum, that we sometimes believe it to be,’ observed the chief of the Paris Metro.”

Of course, that’s Paris. The sewer is romantic in Paris. But it couldn’t hurt to sit near the door, just in case. (Right, Dixie?)

Save Chuck! NBC’s uber-charming, geektastic spy comedy Chuck is on the bubble of cancellation! I’m not going to argue that this is objectively the best show on TV, but for me, it’s the show I most look forward to — and I will miss it desperately should tonight’s season finale be a series finale.

First let me speak directly to the Nielsen families that read this blog: Please, for the love of Adam Baldwin, WATCH CHUCK TONIGHT LIVE!

To the rest of you: Zachary-Levi.com details all the ways to save Chuck. Chief among these is buying a $5 footlong at Subway TODAY and proclaiming your love of Chuck to the show’s biggest sponsor via the store suggestion box. This is actually a good deal; I mean, if you sent peanuts to CBS to save Jericho you didn’t get to eat them! Ditto the Mars bars.

I know you’re wondering why I am not OMGing over THE SCENE from last week’s episode — well, Lynn is a few episodes behind and I don’t want to spoil anything. (Only #6 on this list of TV’s top moments from last week? What’s that about??)