Cut to a pizza parlor. Carrie and Mir chow down, with Mir murmuring, "Now this is food. And the best part is," she's got TiVo recording all her favorite programs. Carrie says, "You've dumped Steve-o for TiVo." TiVo is an amazing invention; it's really taught me a lot. I'm working on a story called "Lessons TiVo Has Taught Me," which include being selective, learning to let go, when to dump shit you know you don't really need, and really focusing on something. When I first got TiVo, I felt so liberated; I was forever freed from commercials, and no longer a slave to the delayed instant gratification of watching the news live. I can now watch a half-hour show in twenty minutes by zapping the ads, but now if I watch TV and am on the internet at the same time, I know I'm missing a lot. So, because of TiVo, I choose carefully and know when to move on. It's changed me. It's that fucking good, y'all. Mir says TiVo also "surprises [her] with things [she] might like, like Jules and Mimi, on BBC America." I don't do that feature. I look sometimes at "TiVo Suggests," and it's always something wack like Maury or COPS. Just because I'm hooked on Cheaters and will grab any talk show that has goth or punk rock make-unders doesn't mean I like Maury and COPS, goddammit. Carrie goes back to whining about her tepid sex. "There was no rrrrr, no throw-down. It was just a slowdown." Mir says that Carrie's "expectations were too high. From now on, people should tell it how it is. First-time sex, tricky. Vegan uncooked ravioli, kindergarten paste." Mir's getting all my favorite lines this ep.