Typically I hate TV, but it fulfills certain needs — the need, for instance, to drown out your screaming neighbors. Fortunately, I have finally figured out how to make the TV change channels and put sound out through the stereo, which meant that after only 2 minutes of fussing I could settle down to enjoy the hall of wonders that is the WB.
First I watched Smallville, which was some cheesy. It needs more Dawson’s Creek-esque elements, or, better yet, more Felicity-esque elements. (Admittedly, this would not make the show any less cheesy, but there would be more sexual tension and fewer weirdos with superpowers. Wait — is that a good thing? Forget I brought it up.) To my disappointment, the 2 hours of Dawson’s Creek is tomorrow night, continuing my 3.5 year record for not having seen Dawson’s Creek.
Then there was The Drew Carey Show, episode 5.10 to be precise, which had a bizarre Eddie Money cameo and featured actor Max Wright I as a giant velour stomach.
Advertisement was definitely the highlight, however. I saw Mr. T advertising 1-800-COLLECT, complete with humongous Mr. T topiary. I also saw an ad for The 700 Club which almost made me barf. Then there was the Pepsi ad with Britney Spears and Austin Powers, which also made me almost barf.
So I’d say the whole TV-watching experience was definitely worth it, because it’s important to understand the common man’s experience.
P.S. Regardless of what they would have you believe, KFC still stands for Kentucky Fried Chicken.