Grad Students Shouldn't Be Allowed To Have Cable

Because I've gotta admit that lately... I really really LOVE television.

Grey's Anatomy season premiere? Awesome.
Heroes season premiere? Awesome.
Private Practice? Better than I expected.
Gossip Girl? My new guilty pleasure.
Kid Nation? Okay, okay, I admit it... I think it's evil, but I kinda like it.
Moonlight? Sorry David Boreanaz, this vampire is sooooo much hotter.
House? Okay, I forgot to DVR you, but I will atone!

And the crowning glory...?

Thanks to modern technology (I love you DVR!), I just watched the series premiere of Dirty Sexy Money and Oh. My. GOD.

Seriously.

I don't know if I have ever been so entertained by the opening 5 minutes of a TV show, EVER. I was laughing my ass off by the time the title screen arrived. I must have shouted "Oh my god!" at the TV at least 10 times. Even if Peter Krause didn't arouse dirty fantasies every time he enters my line of sight, this show would still be fabulous.

And Donald Sutherland, I have always loved you. (Ew, not like that!). You are just freaking awesome. That is all.

So in conclusion, Television, our dysfunctional relationship seems to be reaching some sort of zenith. You keep me from doing the things I should do, the things I need to do, yet I love you anyway.

And you love me. I know you do.

(In my defense, I did read 20-some pages of school work before settling down with the remote and the remainder of the $5 Bordeaux, but still...)

Come on, oh fellow inhabitants of the blogosphere (dear god, did I really just use that word? must be the wine talking...), I know I'm not the only one to fall victim to that siren song. What are your Fall favourites? Come on, my DVR list isn't nearly full enough...