This damn cat Hallie, no matter how many blockades we put up in our house, she'll find a way to crawl behind the television and knock over the mini baseball helmets and bobbleheads or whatever that I've put up there. Sometimes Hallie will watch TV with us, but by that I mean she'll make sarcastic comments while we're watching the hit NBC sitcom "Whitney."
"This show is hilarious," Hallie purred Thursday evening, dryly.
No one cares what you think about "Whitney," Hallie. I can't believe we even were watching that show anyway. Twenty-one minutes of darkness and silence like that one episode of "Rocko's Modern Life" would be funnier than "Whitney." Eating a bagel is funnier than "Whitney." Getting scratched by Hallie is actually funnier than "Whitney."
Actually the boyfriend in "Whitney" reminds me of my old roommate Andreas, a guy who would cheat at every board game and whom we pranked so hard our senior year in college by making him write a four-page paper about the European Enlightenment that we sort of invented by pretending to be his professor through a fake Gmail address.
That was way funnier than "Whitney."
... have you really been watching Whitney?
ReplyDeleteThere are two schools of thought as to why (potentially) we were indeed watching Whitney:
ReplyDelete1) It's so bad, you have to watch it. It draws you in time and again because you can't possibly imagine something worse than the previous week's episode. Then, low and behold...
2) Waite wanted to give it another chance after being disappointed by the first two episodes we watched. He won't be giving it a third.
Wow. I'm pretty brutal when it comes to TV shows. The first impression is huge. If I don't like it, I won't watch it again unless it has a strong recommendation from a trusted source.
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