Anna Nichole is dead, ok? Just bury her and move, please. Or at least stop clogging up my tv.

Speaking of TV, it all seems weird to me these days. I've stopped watching Lost because the constant jerking around of the storyline was enough. It's first season was so good, but at this point, it just exists to push and pull you through emotional states without really telling anything. I don't care who the characters are (and neither does the show, judging by easily it introduces and then forgets them), nor the mysteries piled mysteries. Enough already. End it, finish the story. Every story needs an ending, some closure, and the way Lost went, there can never really be and ending to satisfy you. There will always be some question in the back of your head "But what about this..." and it's never going to be settled.

Have settled into watching an hour of Scrubs many nights. It's funny and engaging, without much commitment. Battlestar Galatica is on an upswing after a lackluster 3rd season. It focused too long on Starbuck and Apollo, while doing cheap and sometimes stupid filler episodes. Grey's Anatomy sucked me in for some of the characters, but it's like Allie McBeal; whiny voiceovers that try to sound profound. Like McBeal, I can't stand the title character, but many of the side characters and their relationships are fun to watch. Briefly got into 24 into the silliness of having the superspy's father try to kill him reared it's head. On sweet flicking box of flick, why do you try to entertain with such silly stories?

But Black Snack Moan opens this weekend. Can't wait.