So the weekend is over, and frankly, I’m kind of exhausted. That’s what happens when you watch basketball pretty much nonstop for three days. Whew! At least now we have a little time before the next big thing—the Big Dance!—begins. I was also having big problems with my DirectTV receiver all weekend long, which made watching the games that much more stressful, as my TV kept cutting off at random moments. It added another level of tension to the games not knowing if, at a crucial possession, the picture might just disappear for who knows how long. I’m hoping it’s resolved now, but I think I need to have a radio handy for next weekend. If not that, maybe a defibrillator.
Thanks to my TV issues, I also missed all but about five minutes of The Return of Jezebel James, Amy Sherman-Palladino’s new show. She created Gilmore Girls, which loyal readers know I am more than a little bit obsessed with, so I really wanted to see this. Maybe they’ll rerun it? Once I have my defibrillator?
Finally, what is it about Bravo reality shows? They ALL seem to follow the same format as Project Runway, and yet they are all equally addictive. Case in point: Top Chef, which I watched last night. I have somehow managed to avoid getting hooked on this show, but now, after one episode, I fear that’s over. The only thing not to like is that it made me REALLY hungry. But maybe, since I have not watched a SINGLE EPISODE of Idol this year—an achievement, considering my track record?—-I’m entitled to a new reality show? Maybe so.
Okay, gotta go put some green on the baby so she doesn’t get pinched.