Anyone else still bitter over NBC's executive decision to move West Wing to Sunday night? Or am I the only living American, apart from the actors' spouses...well...a few of them...still watching this show? I'm seething with discontent. Bitter is kind of a good feeling for me, though, as it's much more socially acceptable than just being pissed off all the time without reason.
Now I'm stuck with a gaping hole in my weekly TV schedule that, try as I might, I just can't seem to fill. Monday is How Do I Look on the Style channel, a brilliant hour-long makeover show wherein Finola Hughes explains how Bad Fashion Can Ruin Your Life. Tuesday is Gilmore Girls. Thursday is The OC, even though I've begun to spin fantasies about a "Columbine Comes to Harbor High" episode. Friday is Supernanny, which fosters my belief that I can someday spawn angel children who are ready for Harvard after the seventh grade just by giving them my genes and putting them in time out when they're sassy. Then, on Sunday, it's just a fucking wealth of riches, what with The Simpsons AND West Wing AND Family Guy AND Grey's Anatomy.
But Wednesday. Poor, poor, lonely Wednesday. While there are Wednesday offerings, each of them is harshly flawed. Let's examine. Law & Order is the easy boyfriend of the prime time lineup. He's around so much in rerun syndication that there's no chase, no excitement. We hang out on the couch sometimes when there's nothing better to do, but the spark is gone. CSI suffers from a similar malaise. There are now so many CSI 'franchises" that it's practically ubiquitous. And I'm pretty sure that they're filming "CSI: Dubuque, Iowa" and "CSI: Cheyenne, Wyoming" sometime next month. Again, I can get CSI any old time I want.
That leaves Lost, the least engaging show on network televison. Well, ok, the least engaging show which people actually watch; we won't speak to the crap that's being broadcast into the void. I could certainly get into a show where I hated all the characters, but I couldn't make myself care whether anyone on Lost lived or died. Even the kid! Even the dog! Even...even Matthew Fox! And that is a drastic state of affairs indeed.
So, help me out here, television producers! If I don't find something to watch on Wednesday nights, I am going to have to start leaving the house. And nobody- nobody!- wants to see that happen.
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