Oh Good God

American Idol just started. The frantic rush to salvation (as in, the remote) induced spilling of beverage over my Mac Powerbook. Laptop seems to be OK; good job, too, as destruction via puerile TV would likely result in a clock tower/assault rifle/hapless victims-based scenario.

To concoct a worthwhile crux out of this near-disaster, American TV is fascinating. At its best, it's unbeatable; instances where networks allow for quality, innovative creation result in elite output. But when it's BAD... Sheesh. The contrast is amongst the widest chasms known to mankind; only a New York Mets circa 1962 vs. New York Mets circa 1969 match-up offers disparity of such biblical proportion.

LOST is on tomorrow night. Most likely, all will be forgiven re: cranial sabotage by way of mainstream entertainment. We'll see.

"Being with a woman all night never hurt no professional baseball player. It's staying up all night looking for a woman that does him in." --Casey Stengel