Conferences and the Gilmore Girls

They really don't have anything in common. It just seemed like an easy way to bring up a subject and the reason I've been out in five easy words.

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.

Thank you, to those who encouraged me to give it a second viewing. Thanks to your encouragement, and because I exposed myself to such dreck, I feel a little stupider. I'm actually dumber for watching that show for eight minutes. It's a couple IQ points and eight minutes of my life that I can't ever get back. You should be ashamed of yourselves.

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.