I don't profess to be some type of TV maven who can critique the ins and outs of the old boobtube. I like what I like. Not a lot of shows hold my interest. When I find a show I do like, I watch feverishly. I like complex plots. Not big in comedies (since Seinfeld went away). Hate Dr. and Hospital shows. Like that.
Lost came back on Wednesday - two hours worth. And it was good, not great. Kind of jumped around and "answered" some questions, as the creators promised. Big deal. I did like the surprising character returning from the dead in LA. We'll see. I'm sure it will be fine.
Another show I watch is Supernatural. Love it. Which means it is probably going to get cancelled. But anyway, last night's episode was titled "Criss Angel is a Douchebag" - now that is a great name for a show, and I couldn't agree more.
And I can't get enough MLB Network. Hot Stove is the best show on TV.
I'm out, gotta go.
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