Now that the Celtics ( :boogie: ) aren’t keeping us up until midnight every other night, we’ve started catching up on television. While I’m seriously missing Criminal Minds and NCIS, I’m enjoying the fluff.
Wipeout: Oh my freakin’ word—all four of us were laughing so hard for an entire hour I was afraid there’d be nobody to call 911 when we all passed out from lack of oxygen. Stupid? Yes. But that was some funny, funny shit.
I Survived a Japanese Gameshow: Eh. I didn’t like this one as much.
American Gladiators: I’m not really a fan, but watching it with my guys is a hoot. The short kid got so wound up the other night pretending to be “Indestructible” (his favorite song AND his secret Gladiator identity) he roared, picked up a chair and threw it. Fortunately it was his little collapsible “Tot Spot” camping chair, but I had to unleash my inner maternal gladiator on him.
Hell’s Kitchen: I used to DVR this and then watch it the next the day while the kids were at school, but some genius decided to put America’s Got Talent opposite my favorite foul-mouthed chef. Because the entire family likes Talent, which means DVRing it because the kids are in bed, I have to watch the last two episodes of HK online now, which sucks. Neither of my computers handle video very well.
America’s Got Talent: We love this show, though I HATE the fact they let little kids audition. I cry and cry and cry. The opera singer made me cry, too. LOVED the violin-playing brothers!
Nashville Star: Despite being an American Idol fan and a country music fan, this is the first time I’ve seen it. OMG, they suck! I had wondered in the past why the AI contestants who do country didn’t do NS. Ummmm…because nobody on NS can sing? I had to shut it off lest my puppy pick up their bad howling habits.
So You Think You Can Dance: We have the first two non-audition shows DVR’d, but I don’t think we’re going to watch them. Too much other stuff on.
The Mole: OMG, I was psyched to see this one back! I don’t try to keep track of all the little clues—like when the host held up the example diary, it was #11—but it’s still fun. I just hope Dr. Whiner isn’t the Mole, because that would mean she’ll be there until the end. And since the husband claims to want to watch it, but keeps falling asleep and causing me to stop the DVR playback, I’ll catch up and find out who the Mole is in 2011.