Now that "Curb Your Enthusiasm" (one of the best seasons ever) "Entourage" (not so much) are over, I'm not sure what new TV shows deserve space on my DVR. Modern Family will be there for sure, and I guess I'll give the Steve Carell-less version of "The Office" a try. Heck, I may even tune into "Two and a Half Men" to see how Charlie Sheen goes from "Duh...Winning" to "Duh...Dead." But after that, I get a little stressed trying to guess what shows are going to make me appear cool (keyword: appear.)
There are lots of returning shows that I should watch but don't (It's Always Sunny, CSI Wherever, 30 Rock, Parks & Recreation, Sons Of Anarchy...I could go on.) My enemy is not the shows. I'm sure they are very good. My enemy is time. It's hard to fully engage in a show while you're nodding off and wiping drool off your chin. That is not a quote from my grandmother or a 2 year old, it's from me. I only get so much time to watch TV before I turn into a pumpkin, so I tend to stick with what I know I like. And now that my kids stay up and watch a little TV with us before bed (they are addicted to the Food Network and Happy Days-Thank you, Hub) I have an even shorter amount of time to watch.
So, sure, I'd love to check out Pan Am, Up All Night, 2 Broke Girls, The Playboy Club, and Terra Nova.
But I can't watch them all and I can't decide which one(s) are worth it. At least I can sleep knowing I don't have to bother with Charlie's Angels, whatever that new show with Tim Allen is, and The X-Factor. And when it's time for bed, the kids can just wipe the drool off my chin and send me up to bed.
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