I cannot contain my disappointment. My beloved Jericho has been canceled. Canceled. As in for eternity. It doesn’t look like the fans can even save it again this time.
Tuesday night, CBS will air the series finale. And I’ll be glued to my television, bitterly crying into my sugar-free chocolate pudding.
This does not bode well for my television viewing lineup. I’ve completely dropped Survivor from my docket. Faithfully, I’ve watched since Season 1. Even when Richard dropped trowel on national TV. I cried, “MY EYES, MY EYES,” and yet continued to peek. All the way until episode 3 of the current season. When I lost all interest. Forever.
It’s a well known fact that I’m a huge 24 fan. However, Jack won’t be back until January of 2009. I mean, he could get all soft and easy going by that time. A guy can only maintain his edge for so long. And then how will he save the world from annihilation, I ask you. Besides, after all this time has past, I don’t even remember if he was dead or alive after the last episode.
I have my old standbys, American Idol and Dancing With the Stars. But, Dancing nearly lost me after I saw the men dancing last week. Thankfully, the women totally wooed me back. Kristy Yamaguchi was amazing. And I was pleasantly surprised by Marlee and Priscilla.
And then there’s Lost. Which is evidently taking a hiatus until the end of April. The break will do me good, I suppose. That stupid show causes my blood pressure to shoot up to dangerous levels. Levels only reserved for natural disasters and late periods. By the end of nearly every episode, I find myself standing on my bed throwing house slippers at the television and vowing never ever to watch the stupid show again. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
But, I always come back. Like a dog returns to the scene of his vomit. I’m loyal like that.
There is hope for my television viewing experience. Fiddledaddy mentioned to me that I would like a new show called Miss Guided. Translated: it contains immature and inappropriate humor.
He knows me so well.
So, what’s your lineup like? Top 3 picks. Unless, of course, unlike me, you actually have a life.