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I really hate it when networks put their only good shows on at the same exact time. I actually have been doing fairly well with my TV addiction this year; I did not get into any new shows, save Lost, and I have been steadfast in my conviction not to get sucked into any new crappy reality TV shows. This means that if there is indeed an Average Joe 3: We Know She's Going to Choose the Dumb Hot One, But It's Funny to See Fat Guys Dance, I will not be there.
However, Thursday nights starting next week will present a problem, when in the space of two hours, four hourlong shows I like are scheduled to air. There is, of course, the return of The O.C. a.k.a my favoritest show ever (DVD comes out today wheeeeeeeee!), and my old faithful Survivor, which is beyond crappy this season and yet I am still watching for some reason. And then there's The Apprentice and CSI. Of course, the real solution would be to just choose two, but no, I think what we will end up doing is Tivoing two to watch Saturday mornings and watching two live, even though we hate watching live TV now because of all the commercials. I half want to buy another Tivo because of Thursday nights, but that is too pathetic, even for me.
Dear Fox, please put The O.C. back on Wednesday or whenever the hell it was on last year. Kthanksbye.
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Last night, we stopped by the video game store because the pre-ordered copies of Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas were supposed to arrive after 7. I bought Jason Vice City for his birthday last year and it was a game we both enjoyed, he because he liked driving around in a tank and destroying things, and I because I loved listening to the '80s songs on the game's radio stations while I did other stuff around the house. I swear, I walked around for two straight months with "Broken Wings" and "Sister Christian" in my head. (Speaking of songs stuck in your head, I woke up this morning with Mr. Roboto stuck in my head, and Jason and I had to do a little operatic version of it in the shower.)
Anyway.
So, we show up on the way home from the grocery store, and there is this huge crowd of, like, 12-year-old boys waiting outside the store. The truck with the shipment was running late and they were all pissed. "Aw, man!" said one, "we gotta tell Mom she's gotta wait for us in the parking lot for another 45 minutes! She's gonna kill us!" "Well, she's got to be here to pick up the game for you," said the store employee, "because it's rated M for Mature and you need to be over 17 to buy it."
OK, now, I grew up in an extremely lax household where I don't think any limits were ever placed on anything I wanted to read or watch or whatever, but I cannot fathom buying my 12-year-old child a game in which one of the tasks is to shoot and beat up whores and another one is to sell crack from an ice cream truck. Even though I myself don't really have a problem with it, as long as we're listening to Wave 103 while we're doing it.
Anyway, I hope that this new one (set in L.A., S.F., and Vegas) has a kickin' '90s soundtrack so you can do drive-bys set to "The Humpty Dance." Because, you know, I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom.
However, Thursday nights starting next week will present a problem, when in the space of two hours, four hourlong shows I like are scheduled to air. There is, of course, the return of The O.C. a.k.a my favoritest show ever (DVD comes out today wheeeeeeeee!), and my old faithful Survivor, which is beyond crappy this season and yet I am still watching for some reason. And then there's The Apprentice and CSI. Of course, the real solution would be to just choose two, but no, I think what we will end up doing is Tivoing two to watch Saturday mornings and watching two live, even though we hate watching live TV now because of all the commercials. I half want to buy another Tivo because of Thursday nights, but that is too pathetic, even for me.
Dear Fox, please put The O.C. back on Wednesday or whenever the hell it was on last year. Kthanksbye.
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Last night, we stopped by the video game store because the pre-ordered copies of Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas were supposed to arrive after 7. I bought Jason Vice City for his birthday last year and it was a game we both enjoyed, he because he liked driving around in a tank and destroying things, and I because I loved listening to the '80s songs on the game's radio stations while I did other stuff around the house. I swear, I walked around for two straight months with "Broken Wings" and "Sister Christian" in my head. (Speaking of songs stuck in your head, I woke up this morning with Mr. Roboto stuck in my head, and Jason and I had to do a little operatic version of it in the shower.)
Anyway.
So, we show up on the way home from the grocery store, and there is this huge crowd of, like, 12-year-old boys waiting outside the store. The truck with the shipment was running late and they were all pissed. "Aw, man!" said one, "we gotta tell Mom she's gotta wait for us in the parking lot for another 45 minutes! She's gonna kill us!" "Well, she's got to be here to pick up the game for you," said the store employee, "because it's rated M for Mature and you need to be over 17 to buy it."
OK, now, I grew up in an extremely lax household where I don't think any limits were ever placed on anything I wanted to read or watch or whatever, but I cannot fathom buying my 12-year-old child a game in which one of the tasks is to shoot and beat up whores and another one is to sell crack from an ice cream truck. Even though I myself don't really have a problem with it, as long as we're listening to Wave 103 while we're doing it.
Anyway, I hope that this new one (set in L.A., S.F., and Vegas) has a kickin' '90s soundtrack so you can do drive-bys set to "The Humpty Dance." Because, you know, I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom.