To say I am a big fan of TV is an understatement. For many many years I thought I actually was the middle child in a family of 6 where my three sisters were from my father's second marriage. Thank God Alice our maid was around to set me straight. My memories of TV are fond and many, and I love the commercials as much as the shows when done well. With the exception of the CBS line up, shows I watch become top rated. Which brings me to my TV Blog observation of the week. There is a new TV show coming on in October called LOST. I have seen more trailers for it then I did Gigli when it was coming out. As I watch the fast paced explosions and planes tearing apart and tensions rising between the planed wrecked individuals I realized how TV is trying to play games with me. I have flown in planes to many places. Each time I hop on the plane I pray to the air spirits to send some hot chics on to the plane. Each time the spirits deny me and my hours are spent looking out the window, reading a magazine, and trying not to interact with the person besides me. Now I have not watched the show but either the plane was chartered by the Ford Modeling Agency or all the ugly people fell off the back of the plane as it ripped apart. So the people who survive are hotties. An island of shipwrecked hotties. Who would not give every dime they own to be there. Now I know there will be at least one token ugly person or two tops.. They will either be sacrificed and eaten when the hotties run out of food or will be made over using some poi compound or extract from the rare ghost orchid as makeup.
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