Less obvs: My HBO backlog. Over the course of my vacation and upfronts week, I received what feels like the next five years’ worth of future HBO programming: 5 episodes of Big Love, the perplxing-looking John from Cincinnati, Flight of the Conchords and Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee. Exciting, but daunting, like bellying up to a pie-eating contest.
Not so much: 24. God, this show stopped being a must-see fast. Oh, I mean, my Tivo will watch 24. I’ll see it on the Now Playing list. Then there’ll be the American Idol finale, and the Lost finale, and all those network fall pilots and–God, summer flies by quickly, doesn’t it? Any reason I should watch more than the last
ten five three minutes?