Anyway, why should I be held hostage by nature and politics? Yes, I understand we were choosing the leader of the world's most powerful nation, but is that any reason to miss NCIS?
Why shouldn't I have the same rights as people in places like Phoenix and California where they don't have weather? They didn't have to give up Mob Doctor in Albuquerque.
And let's get honest: The round-the-clock storm bulletins were excessive. Endless oration, scant information.
Mostly it was a chance for politicians to burnish their images by hogging airtime. Watch the mayor talk monotonously for 45 minutes without taking a breath, throwing out a series of phone numbers that will get you helpful recorded messages. Now the governor will drone on for 20 minutes. Back to the mayor. It was the world's most boring and self-serving tag-team match.
Sandy soaked up so much airtime it created its own unlikely stars, like Lydia Callis, the Sign Language interpreter for New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg who became the subject of her own skit on Saturday Night Live.
And Jim Cantore, who cemented his place as the Jim Fowler of meteorology. He took time out from his busy schedule of doing TV stand-ups on every remaining boardwalk on the Atlantic to be a guest on Letterman.
Focusing on massive, damaging events like these is indisputably important. But we live in a 1,000-channel universe. Surely the networks could be offering Parenthood, Glee, Elementary, and Happy Endings on an alternate feed.
We have the technology. Let's use it. I chose a career where I get to sit in a climate-controlled room with easy access to snacks precisely so I wouldn't be subject to the vagaries of nature.
All this "special coverage" has done is drive me into the arms of the CW, which shows its marvelously cheesy prime-time schedule no matter what is happening in the outside world.
Arrow, The Vampire Diaries, Supernatural, Nikita, you have a new, devoted, and most grateful fan.
Set your phasers! This week's episode of Castle was wittily built around a sci-fi convention and an enduring but obscure (apocryphal) space opera titled Nebula-9.
In an inspired piece of stunt casting, the plot's high-tech prop tinker was played by Armin Shimerman, best known as the Ferengi Quark on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine and as Principal Snyder on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
BTW, the episode was directed by Jonathan Frakes, also known as Commander Riker on Star Trek: The Next Generation.
The name's familiar. In a wilder-than-usual episode of American Horror Story this week, a newly committed patient (Franka Potente) professed to be diarist Anne Frank, who had survived Auschwitz and moved quietly to America.
She recognized the asylum's sadistic Dr. Arden (James Cromwell) as an evil Nazi named Hans Gruber.
Hans Gruber? That was the name of the droll villain played by Alan Rickman who took on Bruce Willis in the original Die Hard. Coincidence? We think not.
Vintage. Our favorite election-night tweet was attributed to the band They Might Be Giants: "And Diane Sawyer declares tonight's winner is . . . chardonnay!"
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