Blog From The Bench

I'm showless. I am without TV show. Entirely uncommitted.

I've broken up with Gilmore Girls. I'm through. Bored silly. It's become too cute for its own good. I've made a clean break from Smallville, too. The story's going nowhere. It's going in circles, actually. As I noted in a previous post, I like stories to conclude. It's why I'm a notorious philanderer when it comes to hour-long dramedies and such. I have a wandering eye. A competing program need only dangle the possibility of closure in front of me, and I cheat. Unrepentently.

Television shows only get in the way during baseball season, anyway. Who needs 'em?

Maybe Battlestar Galactica will woo me back when the second season kicks off in July. Maybe not.

Last night, in lieu of Clark Kent and his mystery-solving cronies, I watched the Hercules Against the Moon Men episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000 from the Volume 7 DVD collection released this week. BEST. SHOW. EVER. I awoke this morning singing the praises of pants.