So it’s Monday, the second week of January, and you know what that means. We’re not at February sweeps yet, a lot of shows are still in reruns (new Gilmore this week? PLEASE?) or haven’t started yet (American Idol, Top Model), and now we get a bunch of NEW shows for our consideration. Frankly, I’m already watching too much TV, so I really am making an effort not to pick up anything else and instead focus on all the documentaries on my Netflix list, like Murderball, which I watched the other night and thought was really good. Also: The March of the Penguins, which should arrive in my mailbox this week. Am the only person who has not been transfixed by the penguins? I think so. But soon I will be. I hope.

Still, I must admit a sort of sick fascination with a few new shows, so I’ll probably cave. I already caught a few minutes of the new Dancing With the Stars (Lord help me): ABC is clearly following the American Idol model of dragging results out ENDLESSLY to pad the show with as many ads as possible. Good God. But if I have to pull for someone, I’d pull for Drew Lachey, if only because on Newlyweds (another show I’m embarrasssed to say I ever watched) he seemed like such a nice, down to earth guy. And since we can’t pull for Nick, we might as well do the next best thing, right? Plus you gotta love a guy who can cha-cha-cha.

Speaking of Idol, it comes back next week, and again I will most likely swear I will not get sucked in, and then do just that, to my eternal shame. I blame the fact that there’s just not that much happening in January and February, but really, that’s such a lame excuse. Hello, I have a house to clean, dogs to play with, books to read, societal changes to make. I do not need to waste my time on Idol. And yet, I will. I just KNOW I will.

Truth be told, the other new shows—Heather Graham’s, Fred Savage’s, Jenna Efman’s—don’t look all that appealing to me, although I am excited that both Jason Priestley and Luke Perry are both going to be back in primetime, although, alas, not together. How great would THAT be? A girl can dream, I guess. In the meantime, I guess we’re just going to have to make do with the cha cha cha and an awful lot of Ryan Seacrest. That societal change is looking pretty good now, right?

*sigh*

Until then, I can offer you something else for your viewing pleasure. It’s not Idol, or Luke Perry. Or even that interesting. But it’s entertaining to me, at any rate. I give you: my dogs.

have a good day, everyone!