The Tao of Rodney.

Well, I wrote a really detailed description of "The Tao of Rodney," but my stupid computer shut down and now it's gone. Let me just say, it rocked my world. I love Dr. McKay. Unfortunately, my love of McKay is slowly being pushed aside by my love of Dr. Perry Cox of Scrubs. Even Kris likes Dr. Cox, and usually when I'm in love with a TV character, Kris hates him. This time, though, he actually respects my love enough to not comment on it. He even likes singing his wrong song.

And now, Dr. Cox:

I suppose I could riff a list of things that I care as little about as our last week. Let's see... low carb diets, Michael Moore, the Republican National Convention, Kabbalah & all Kabbalah-related products, Hi-Def TV, the Bush daughters, wireless hotspots, the OC, the UN, recycling, getting Punk'd, Danny Gans, the Latin Grammys, the real Grammys, Jeff that Wiggle that sleeps too darn much, the Yankees payroll, all the red states, all the blue states, every hybrid car, every talk show, everything on the planet, everything in the solar system, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything every-everything that exists, past, present, and future, in discovered and undiscovered dimensions! ...Oh, and Hugh Jackman.

(And J.D.'s mental response to this? "Hugh Jackman is Wolverine! How dare he.")