Not about dizziness
Staying with my parents lets me in on a segment of pop culture I usually only read about: television.
Saturday night I caught Brian Williams on SNL. I know he was trying to loosen up, but he really does talk like an anchorman all the time. Barack Obama’s surprise appearance made me throw up in my mouth a little.
Sunday night was Desperate Housewives, which my mom watches every week. Trashy and salacious, of course, and thus tough to tear myself away from. So I didn’t. I laughed, I cried, I admired their fancy Halloween costumes. In one scene this chick gave birth, and they had a real live tiny, gooey baby. How do they do that? Where/whom do they borrow such a small baby from?
Tonight, Dancing with the Stars. Now there’s a show that’s hard to get away from—seems like half the world must be watching it. Anyway, I saw it for the first time a couple hours ago. It was about like I expected, which is to say, exactly like American Idol. But with louder judges. And better costumes.
And now . . . a rerun of Jay Leno. Because of the writers’ strike, you know.
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