Well folks, here we go again on that roller coaster ride of emotions, known as the beginning of our new TV year. Every year, we each of us perch in front of our televisions, sweaty palms wrapped around plastic remotes, fingers poised above the triangular channel change button, waiting to see what fresh hell awaits us, fresh from the fetid minds of so-called "creative" television "writers." And every year, it seems inevitable that some show I had loved so recently (farewell, Pushing Daisies!) has been replaced by some crap I can barely acknowledge (hello... 100 Questions).
And yet! For us, the lovers of tube [Ed. note: Dirty!], there sometimes comes a brief moment of salvation amongst hours of face-palm smacking. Here, at the precipice of the fresh season, there is still hope. Will Russell annoy his competitors all the way to victory (doubtful as it seems)? Will Glee reclaim the quirky fantastical-ness of its pilot, or continue the long, slow slide to Disney? Could anything keep me from watching Jim & Pam's wedding (probably not)? And WHAT IS UP WITH BARNEY AND ROBIN??
I shall not-- nay, I CANNOT stop watching television until I find out the answers to these questions. So that's another week at least.
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