I just did what I haven't done in years. Checked out the tv schedule ahead of the the season's start and wrote out a grid of what I'd like to see or TiVo, or watch carefully in the old way while TiVo records something else. This really only happens in the beginning. Eventually, the schedule smooths itself out and good shows are canceled and ones you thought you'd like turn out to be insufferable. It's a difficult but necessary time. But the uncertainty, the risk, is hard. What if that show you invest all that early time in (and really enjoy, no less,) turns out to be canceled? Then you're two whole episodes behind on the other stuff that didn't get canceled. It's like I imagine playing the ponies to be, sort of.
On a side note, I'm surprised at how many disaster-type health dramas are launching. Mercy, Trauma.... Seriously, Three Rivers? I mean, I spent time in Pittsburgh, so I'm all for the title, and as Gretchen points out, they are the first to really fit scrubs - in a way that makes it hard to imagine getting them over one's head. This one is all about transplants, though, as I understand it. Passionate, gorgeous medical professionals of a certain age range do the same thing each week. I don't doubt that there are people out there who'd want to tune in to this, I'm just not one of them. And on the commercial, when they pulled out the clip of the grieving mom asking the heart recipient if she could please hear her daughter's heartbeat one more time? That kind of sealed the deal.
On another side note, is anyone - I mean, ANYONE - going to watch five hours of prime time Jay Leno? Is the guy a workaholic? Go, Jay. Ride your motorcycles. For the love of Mike, nightly programming with NO interviews? Suicide.
All in all, I think I might be getting a lot of movies watched this season. Or maybe even turning off the tv more.
I'm just kidding.
Jenny
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