I feel so dirty. I’m hanging at the in-laws in Miami right now. There’s a pseudo-game-show on the WB (it’s a channel, for those of you that don’t get all 600 networks on American TV) called Crush. It’s typical mid-Saturday, WB network fare. A guy is presented with three girls, one of whom has a crush on him. They all act like they have a crush on him, and he has to guess which one really does. It is perversely entertaining. I can actually feel the brain cells committing hari-kari as they are bombarded with culture-schlock. Please help me!
I’m sure it is pointless and nobody will believe me if I say that the last three hours is about the most television I’ve seen in months. I watch Sportscenter all the time, of course. And the X-Files, Simpsons, and Family Guy when I remember. That’s about it though. I really don’t like to watch TV. Hrrrrmm … okay … well … except for football (that’s NFL football, kids, not soccer). I haven’t missed a Monday night game in two seasons. So except for those exceptions I loathe TV and everything it represents. (imagine me laughing here) I know that it sounds silly. There is just so much bad television out there. Sheesh! My brain hurts right now.
(Note: I just saw a commercial telling me that – in Miami at least – Crush normally airs at 6:00 pm on weekdays on the USA network. … in case you want to watch …)