i'm sure there's pho somewhere in denver...

Just a quick update for Modern Family, which quite frankly, I'm starting to enjoy more than Glee. I actually watched tonight's episode in real time since baseball's taken over FOX's regularly scheduled programming, and I laughed way more during this show than during Glee.

Okay, the plot with the Asian doctor was a little dumb and a lot of cliché (how many times have we seen the bowing to an Asian person gag on TV?), but I have to admit I still laughed at Cameron. There was just something inherently funny about his mention of pho, I guess.

Lots of great sight gags--the baby with the huge afro, Manny in the poncho channeling Ugly Betty, Phil getting hit by the car...

My vote for line(s) of the night go to: "My son will die a virgin." The "That's right" that followed made it art, though.

And I'm not sure if I'm the only one who caught that throwaway line from Cameron at the end after the car door magically opens ("Did that come from space??") but that made me laugh out loud.

a minor case of the (re)runs...

Monday has come and gone. Tuesday was yesterday. And I have nothing to report. Why? I'll tell you why. Because of that nasty little concept called the rerun. While I usually have access to a hearty helping of How I Met Your Mother on CBS (Mondays), and a delightful double-dosage of overly-dramatic MTV "reality" on Tuesdays (The Hills and The City, respectfully), it's been two days and I've got nothing. And I have to confess, I'm not feeling too good. I'm not gravely ill, but I've definitely felt better. Could there be a correlation here? Have I grown so dependent on my weekly tv-watching that my body has conditioned itself to respond negatively when a rerun occurs? I think it's quite possible.

I should be watching Barney Stinson reciting a new theory about women that is sure to be legen--wait for it--dary. I should be watching Audrina Patridge stare blankly at Justin Bobby and for the billionth time wonder, "Did I sort of make a mistake in sort of calling off our sort of relationship?" I should be watching Olivia Polermo eye-slap her "coworker" at Elle for telling her how to do her "job."

Is it too much to compare this situation to withdrawal from heroine? I didn't think so. Let's go with the whole "television is like a drug to me" thing. And I realize that a rerun is better than no show at all. But would a dedicated addict use last week's syringe to inject last week's heroine? It's not healthy. It's not sanitary. And it just doesn't feel as good as a fresh hit. That is all.

television: teacher, mother, secret lover

We like to watch TV. Then we like to discuss what we watch with each other, and pretty much whoever else will listen. We make absolutely no excuses for whatever frivolities may appear on these pages (and let's face it, there will probably be a lot--have you seen the title of this blog?). We also reserve the right to veer slightly (or completely) off-topic, especially when it comes to movies. Because we like those too.

This blog is dedicated to Sally and Bobby Draper, who might have the worst parents ever, but at least they have their TV to comfort them.