I love rotting brains
This isn’t a post about me being a zombie, hell-bent on devouring your brains, so don’t worry. Well, it’s not just about me being a zombie, hell-bent on devouring your brains. I mean, I did die once. And the inside of your head is looking pretty succulent.
Anyway…
This is more about the thing that makes brains rot (at least according to Hulu commercials) — TV. And for TV lovers, this is the worst and best and worst-again time of year.
The first worst, of course, is the end of the season. All of our favorite TV shows are going into reruns or, worse still, being replaced by crappy summer reality shows. What is an able-bodied zombie supposed to do with his evenings now that there’s nothing on TV and it’s all pleasant and warm outside? It is a puzzle.
The best is that the networks are doing their “upfronts,” in which they unveil their choices for the next season’s new shows and which shows are coming back. So zombie nerds like me can rejoice that “Dollhouse” and “Chuck” are (improbably) coming back. And new, hopefully awesome stuff like “The Human Target” and “Community” will joining the evening line-ups.
But now it’s also the worst again — shows we love, shows that never really had a chance, are getting cut down in the prime of life. Good-bye “Pushing Daisies.” So long “The Unusuals.” I gave you a chance, but I never really felt like we connected, so I’m not actually that upset that you’re leaving “Terminator: The Sara Conner Chronicles.”
But once this week is over, the upfronts will be done and I’ll go back to being a zombie with too much time on his hands and too little brains dripping down his jowls.
Speaking of…why don’t you take off that hat, baby. Let daddy take a closer look at that hot, throbbing forehead of yours.
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