Breaking Up is Hard to Do

I generally try to avoid conflict. That comes naturally after growing up with four older brothers. It’s my survival mechanism.

I have extended this philosophy a little too far sometimes. I even don’t like to get in arguments with my TV shows.

When they have a plot that doesn’t interest me, I sit idly by far too often. When a new character comes in and ruins the chemistry, I bite my tongue.

Because of this loyalty to the shows I choose to follow, I tend to hang onto them a little longer than I should. I sometimes get angry at myself for sitting through a program out of sheer habit.

That has started to change, however. I have my own little version of attention deficit disorder to thank.

I broke up with two shows this TV season. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that both are hour-long programs. I just don’t know how much I care about a program that needs 60 minutes each week.

Two Dimensions Are Fine

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.

A Fond Farewell

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Creative Punishments

By now, everyone has probably heard about the Salahis, the couple which went to a state dinner at The White House without an invitation.

If you haven’t, count yourself lucky. This couple joins the ever-growing ranks of people intent on doing whatever it takes to become famous for no real reason at all.

They wanted to get on the latest incarnation of the “Real Housewives” franchise – something that is neither real nor features housewives, but that’s a whole different topic – and like to put themselves in the spotlight.

Which is how they ended up pushing and pushing for an invitation to the state dinner until some Secret Service agents basically decided they weren’t worth dealing with and let them in.

So what do we do now? There has been a lot of talk about punishing White House staff and the Secret Service guys who let them through. That’s all well and good. My first suggestion is that when someone shows up and isn’t on the guest list, but insists they belong, the first question should be “Have you ever been on or aspired to be on a reality show?”

The Return of Comedy

About this time last year, I found myself developing a character trait I did not like. Something that violated everything I learned growing up was happening.

I found myself disliking television.

At first, I wondered if I had changed. Had parenthood softened me? Did I develop too many outside interests? Had I become old?

Then I realized that I didn’t have the problem. Television did. The people in charge of the shows churned out so much garbage, I had started to reject pretty much everything.

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