America

I feel lost. Completely lost. Not lost with a capital letter at the beginning because I don’t watch that show. But that’s part of the reason I feel so lost.

TV season has ended. How will we carry on for the next few months?

For some reason, the whole thing snuck up on me. When I wrote a column a few weeks back about breaking up with Grey’s Anatomy, I didn’t realize that the end of the season was so close.

I might have hung on for a few more episodes if I knew the summer season would come so soon.

Remember when we loved this time of year because we could watch re-runs? We used that word around my daughter once, and she looked at us like we broke out in Chinese.

I take few things more seriously than my entertainment. That’s why I’m very close to having a big problem with the industry that makes me so happy.

Every generation has to find new ways to push the envelope. I completely get that. If no one took chances, the entire humor of “Superbad” would have passed right by us because that kind of shtick just doesn’t play in a silent movie.

I’m not saying the fine folks who bring us movies and television shows need to rest on their laurels. I’m just saying, enough with the 3-D stuff already.