Maybe it's me, I don't know.
Last week I said that it felt like the return of NBC's Thursday night lineup was unimpressive. I felt the exact same way about the return of Desperate Housewives last night. Frankly, until the characters mentioned that there had been a tornado, I completely forgot. Carlos being blind felt like old news. Lynette's search for God after recovering from cancer seemed equally tired.
I don't know, I was so enthralled with the idea of the return of television following the writers' strike and now that stuff is back, I'm impressed by, at best, half of it. The television I'm most happy with isn't the stuff I was looking forward to when the television season began last fall, it's the stuff that was scheduled to start at a later date on cable (Battlestar Galactica, Monk, Psych, etc.) or the random stuff that I didn't know I wanted to watch that I found along the way (Top Gear).
Please, if you disagree with me, stand up and yell. If you were overjoyed with the return of Desperate Housewives last night, shout. If you watched the episode on the edge of your seat, simply too excited to contain yourself, I want to hear about it. I just can't fathom that anyone felt that way.
Yes, Desperate Housewives was the top rated show last night, it beat out everything else. But, if you watched, did you watch out of force of habit or because you were in love with it coming back?
Now, Battlestar Galactica -- that I watched this weekend because I was incredibly excited that it was on. Sure, I can accept that I may be placed somewhere in or adjacent to the "nerd" category because I'm excited for the final season of Battlestar Galactica, but that's a cross I'm completely willing to bear.
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