Once upon a time, there was a show. It was called
.

The makers of this show decided to hook male viewers (like me) by peppering last week's Super Bowl with ads for it. Then, once those male viewers (like me) decided to check it out, they began the show by putting the three central female characters in the shower together for the opening scene. They washed eachother with sponges and white, bubbly soap. Later, the hottest of the three actresses dragged a doctor into a janitor's closet and took off her shirt. TV remotes (like mine) gathered dust.

They also roped in music fans (like me) by featuring the premiere of that new Stipe song (see earlier post) and drew fans of Christina Ricci (like me) by casting her in a guest spot.

The show was excellent - and the ratings went through the roof.

In another brilliant move, they ended the episode on a cliffhanger.

I fucking hate TV (especially when I like it).