On the morning after Sharknado, it's time to assess the damage.
Two hours of my life have been lost forever, claimed by the exhilirating ridiculousness of the instant classic made-for-TV flick the Syfy cable network gave the world on Thursday.
Sharknado's hurricanes and twisters, which spark a Biblical rain of sharks upon Los Angeles, also set off a tidal wave on Twitter.
And as a sea of shark-snark inundated my feed, I found comfort knowing I was not alone amid all the horror and terror. It was like being on a virtual set with the Mystery Science Theater 3000 gang, without the robots.