My first conference has been fun. I've learned a lot, but I wish it were farther from my house. I can go to Boston anytime. Why can't we do conferences in Costa Rica or Hawaii?
So upon the request of several readers, I decided to give the Girls of Gilmore another try tonight. This time, I at least made it through the opening credits (I'm pretty sure that's where I ejected last time). That's right, for EIGHT PAINFUL MINUTES, I endured this piece of garbage. There is nothing, I mean nothing redeemable about this program. Here's a quick list of things I noticed:
- The acting is terrible.
- The writing, somehow, is worse.
- The plot is...uhh...I don't think I've logged enough minutes to determine any sort of plot. It seems like the plot of what I got tonight was build a house, let construction workers see you naked, and buy them donuts. Do all this while acting poorly with stupid lines.
I'm going to end this by hitting below the belt. Since I've actually managed to absorb two full episodes of Kyle XY, I'm going to go ahead and say it's a better show. That's like Zinedine Zidane calling you unsportsmanlike, Terrell Owens saying you're not a 'team player,' or Bret Myers calling you a jerkoff.