It isn't that I've been watching more TV lately, I've just been really enjoying sitting on my ass and not moving or thinking. To wit:
+ I'd be a lot more inclined to enjoy The Tudors if Jonathan Rhys-Myers wasn't doing his best Joaquin Phoenix from Gladiator impersonation.
+ I missed last night's episode of The Shield, which means I missed the debut of Franka Potente, one of my many cinematic mistresses.
+ Wayne Rogers-era M*A*S*H is still funny.
+ The Heroes season finale is the only one I've watched this season, and it was far-fetched (Peter needed Nathan to fly him into the troposphere?), annoying (Sylar crawls into a fucking manhole?), and somewhat disappointing (Niki and Hiro comprise the epic team-up with Peter?). In short, it was just like a comic book.
I gave up on Lost and American Idol after their first seasons. And after Kelly Clarkson got all uppity.
+ I don't know what the Oxygen Network's mandate is, and I'm not sure of their stance regarding dropping a giant crucifix on a monster created through genetic experiments, but I found no small measure of satisfaction in watching Resident Evil: Apocalypse on the storied women's channel.
+ Many, many people have contributed money to send nuts to CBS to protest their cancellation of Jericho. This was to recognize Skeet Ulrich's character's "borrowing" General A.C. McAuliffe's use of the epithet "Nuts!" during the siege of Bastogne. As of this writing, almost five tons have been sent, which is testament not only to the colossal amount of time people apparently have to waste on this kind of meaningless bullshit, but also the utter lack of comprehension Americans have about the significance of the 101st Airborne's resistance.
And Skeet Ulrich sucks.