When I cook, I like to watch t.v. (oh, and drink a glass of wine). There has been absolutely nothing on, with even the Daily Show in repeats. So, while dicing vegetables, I ended up watching (though not really concentrating on) "So you think you can dance."

A few auditions into the show, a male ballet dancer takes the stage, and they play his video biography that says he is dancing professionally for "the metropolitan ballet." (lower case on purpose). So, I watch his audition exclaiming (not outloud since no one is home): "He has no turn out! He's not landing those pirouettes cleanly!"

Only after the audition (and the judges equally dismal review of the audition) did I realize that I was speaking somewhat knowledgably about ballet! I guess that's what comes from living with Nick, the prancing roommate.