How did Fred Savage become so fucking hot?

Hopefully the title of this post got your attention. But I assure you it's not some blog publicity stunt - that's really my main topic!

So recently I've been watching a new mid-season show on ABC called Crumbs. It's similar to Arrested Development in the sense that it's an unconventional sitcom. There is no laugh track, and it's not just screwball comedy. There's a real degree of sadness and pathos pervading the whole thing.

The basic premise - Jane Curtin plays the mother (P.S. - completely adore her 4evah) finds out that her husband (William Devayne) is cheating on her, and proceeds to try and mow him down with her car. She's sent off to a psychiatric hospital, where she eventually "heals" (and also starts up her own affair with a strapping orderly). All of this hoopla causes Fred Savage (the younger son) to come home and help take care of his mother and possibly leave behind his semi-successful career as a Hollywood screenwriter. Oh, and he's gay but hasn't come out to his family. (Good times.) He comes home and falls back into his childhood pattern of butting heads with his man-whore younger brother (Eddie McClintock), who's the head chef of the family restaurant. And there was another brother who recently died. Hey - I said it was serious at times!

So anywho, in this week's episode, we learn that the father has been training to be a masseur, and is practicing on his son (Fred Savage). This leads to a five-minute scene of Fred topless. And let me say, the man is HOT. Do you hear me? H-O-T. Muscular without being "buff," nice furry chest, strong forearms, and those adorable doe eyes.


Now I ask you - how did this happen? What happened to the annoying pipsqueak on that gosh-awful The Wonder Years? Was he this good-looking when he was on that lame comedy, Working? Is there some special Hollywood spa where men come out looking like Adonis?

In short, watch this show, you might like it. And more importantly, you make get a nice dose of unexpected eye candy. (I will not reveal the near-pornographic thoughts I had about Mr. Savage.)

On a different note, the SNU said I really need to do more bitchy commentary on bad commercials. Agreed.

First off this time I must condemn the most recent Olive Garden commercial. Mother comes in and says, "I'm looking for my date, his shoe might be untied" or some such bullshit. Then she and the hostess laugh as we see it's her young son. LAME! STUPID! And also the kid is with his father, and what self-respecting man wouldn't even tie his fucking kid's shoe?

Next I have to say that I detest the Staples "easy button" campaign. It's been around since before the holidays, and it's never made sense to me. It's as if by pushing this button you will suddenly have all the office supplies you need. BULLSHIT! A colleague got one of these buttons, and all it does is say, "That was easy!" There were no printer catridges falling from the sky. Again, I cry bullshit.

And finally I want to discuss the spawn of Satan who is my nemesis - Baby Bob. I mean, it's a stupid idea. Babies who talk is a concept that's so very 1989. And the stupid "kid" already had a lame TV show (which was cancelled with good reason). Now he's back doing stupid commercials for a very average sandwich company (Quizno's). After watching one of these bits recently, the SNU heard me say something horribly inappropriate about Baby Bob. I won't repeat it here for fear of being condemned to Hell for eternity. But let me sum it up for you - a baby should be adorable like this one, not a spokesinfant for grilled bread.