It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

It's official ... my favorite time of the year ...

Yes, it's that time again. The time when we all sit at home with our hopes and dreams. And we pray to the TV gods (also known as Network Executives) that this season's new TV offerings were not as bad as the last.

I mean seriously people. We can only deal with so many bad ideas. For examples, I direct you to Out of Practice. Oh yes, I said it.

Now many of you may be scratching your head, saying to yourself "When did Out of Practice come on?" It was a CBS show with so much "promise," since it had not only Stockard Channing (Rizzo from Grease), but also Henry Winkler (the FONZ!). Poor, poor Christopher Gorham. Another show that lasted an entire 3 episodes. The show's concept was awful. The laugh-track was used on the most unfunny one-liners. And you could honestly picture the writers praying they actually weren't named in the credits.

Then there are the wonderful world of spin-offs. Case and point: Joey. You loved Friends. I loved Friends. My friend, who we'll call Miju, thought Friends really were his friends. But Joey, without his other Friends, is not a good idea. Joey, at best, was the loveable goofball. The loveable goofball can never, not ever, handle a show on his/her own. They shall always be relgated to be comic relief during a "serious" moment in a sitcom. (By the way, sitcom means situational comedy, in case you did not know). If at anytime you see/hear the following, please assassinate Jeff Zucker (NBC Executive):"From the producers of Will & Grace, comes Jack & Karen. Now they'll bump bellies in LA."

As always, TV Executives have promised that this season will kick the hell out of every other TV season. And there really is some glimmer of hope. Dick Wolf has not put together another Law & Order. Jerry Bruckheimer did not decide we should learn about CSI: Topeka.

So, tune in, fellow TV viewers.

I know I will.

And so goes the life ...