The Worst Part of the HIMYM Finale

Yes, I’m still mad about the How I Met Your Mother series finale a week later. I spent nine years investing in this show. It’s going to take me more than a day to get over the disappointment. It would be like if Pop Culture Dad (who, BTW, I’ve been with less years than I was Ted, Marshall, Lily, Barney, and even Robin) came home tomorrow and dumped me in an ugly and unceremonious way. Okay… It’s not actually that dramatic. But the finale did. really. suck. y’all!

But you know what’s the worst part of that horrible finale? We HIMYM die-hard fans have been defending our loyalty to this show for the last couple of years, and these bastards (Thomas, Bays, and the rest of the HIMYM writers) just punched us in the gut and left us lying in the dirt. It’s been hard being a HIMYM fan, and now it was all for nothing.

Pop Culture Dad and I actually met towards the end of the first season of HIMYM. I was a fan. He was not. I quickly caught him up to speed and got him in the HIMYM fan club also. Our relationship grew and blossomed with these characters for five years. And then he dropped out. PCD just couldn’t do it anymore. The writing wasn’t as good as it had been in the earlier seasons. Ted was becoming increasingly more annoying (particularly his on-again, off-again obsessions with Robin). PCD got tired of them not just jumping to how Ted met the mother and getting over it already. Pop Culture Dad would occasionally watch an episode with me here and there, but many times, he would spend the episodes peppering scenes with an interjection of, “This is so stupid!”, “Has this show been cancelled yet?”, “I swear the only thing good about this show is Marshall and Lily!”, “I swear… Ted is the WORST father ever! Why would you tell your kids this story??”, and “WHY ARE YOU STILL WATCHING THIS SHOW??”. There were a few episodes that proved the exception to Pop Culture Dad’s I-Only-Watch-This-Show-When-You-Make-Me rule in the latter seasons: the Robin Sparkles episodes, the Slap Bet, and Barney’s proposal to Robin. Pop Culture Dad isn’t the only one who expressed these feelings; many people–all former fans–said similar things when they realized I was still watching HIMYM. Only a few of my friends loyally stuck around as I did. We were all disappointed with the ending.

So now what? We stuck around for nine years–the last few of them spotty and challenging–and we got nothing for the effort. All of the justifications we had made for this show have melted away. All of the naysayers have completely valid reasons for saying, “We told you so,” and they were right (dammit!). I never thought I would be that chick who stayed in a bad relationship for years and years after all of my friends and family members kept telling me, “He’s no good for you!” and I never listened, because I was clinging to the memories of happier days. But there you have it. I was. And I’m pissed that Bays and Thomas made that kind of fool of me!!

Sigh… But the relationship is over. It’s dead (much like Tracy McConnell, RIP. Girl, R. I. P…). It’s time to move on.

But first, maybe I need some more closure.

Despite our differences in the end, there are some things that I will always appreciate about How I Met Your Mother.

1.  I love that in a post-Buffy, post-Angel, post-Veronica Mars world, I got nine more years of Alyson Hannigan gracing my screen [and, from time to time, even got a glimpse of her lovely husband. Oh Sandy Rivers/Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, how I adore you, too!]. But, let’s face it. Even without HIMYM, Willow wasn’t going to be absent from the small screen for too long, because Alyson Hannigan is a National. Fucking. Treasure, goddammit!

Aly, I know we’re almost the same age and all, but you can totally be my mom, too!
2. While I can’t credit HIMYM for Neil Patrick Harris’s big comeback (that honor goes to Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle), I can thank the show for keeping that momentum going, reminding me how much I loved Doogie Howser, M.D., and making magic cool again.
I know, hon. I feel the same way about Thomas & Bays!
Though, if I’m being totally honest, this is how I prefer to picture NPH.
And this has NOTHING to do with HIMYM.

3. Jason Muthafucking Segel.
Look, I know he was doing shit before HIMYM. But I never watched Freaks and Geeks or Undeclared until after HIMYM and every Jason Segel role in a movie since then threw me in the Jason Segel fan club. Seriously, the man can do no wrong… Er, scratch that. I watched This Is the End. And that shit was horrible. But Knocked UpForgetting Sarah Marshall; I Love You, Man; Despicable Me; Bad Teacher; Friends with BenefitsThe Muppets; Five-Year Engagement; This is 40… OMG. He was golden in ALL of it. Every last drop!

In addition to the fact that I am such a huge Marshmallow/Lily Pad fan (and they’re only part of the entire series Pop Culture Dad still liked), I love, love, love that fictitious Marshall and I [and my #4] have the same alma mater, even though we would not have graced the halls at the same time [yes, people, I realize that this is fake!! After all, we’re talking about a universe in which New York City has all of four minorities. Dahell…].

4. Brad Morris.
Hey, True Blood only airs during the summertime. So any time I can have an extra bit of Joe Manganiello on my television in various states of undress is a good thing.

5. Robin Sparkles. I would go to the mall with her today and any other day.

So… One would think with all these fond memories, the season finale wouldn’t have stung so much. But one would be WRONG. Oh so very wrong.

These fond memories are exactly why the series finale felt like one huge, never-ending Slap Bet to the face. There was so much good about this show before it started sucking. And I could have even let the sucky parts go if the season finale had been worthy of even the mediocre parts of this show. But it was sooo very bad. It felt slapped together and rushed. We spent an entire goddamn season on Robin and Barney’s wedding, only for the HIMYM writers to slap together 16 years of twists and turns into 44 minutes. It was so poorly done, you would think they were making it up as they were going along. It was a complete disservice to how they’ve built these characters over the years and how they’ve grown. Ted going back to Robin makes NO sense to anyone who believes in having healthy, adult relationships [OMG, they were SO toxic together. At least it was true to previous seasons in that Robin wanted Ted only when someone else had him and that Ted was completely Robin’s puppy dog for some inexplicable reason. But did these people seriously not grow at all over two and a half decades of knowing each other??]. While I’m less broken up about The Mother (aka Tracy) being dead, since we all pretty much expected that even before the hints thrown out this season, the way her death was treated was so shoddy that I almost feel like they could have forgotten to write in the part where Ted meets her, and the net result might have been the same. Barney spent all these years growing as a man, only to turn back into a major douchebag (in his 40s, no less) the second that callous bitch Robin dumps him, only to then magically reform again the second he has a daughter [P.S. I am willing to bet money right now that the “Dad” in the new “How I Met Your Dad” ends up being Barney. But I refuse to watch another Thomas/Bays production, so one of you will have to let me know in a few years if that prediction was true]. You all already know how I feel about the children’s reactions. And we never found out the meaning behind that fucking pineapple.

In co-creator Craig Thomas’s infamous fuck you tweet to fans of the show, he says:

Of course, the irony here is that in a finale allegedly about life’s twist and turns, it never occurred to the HIMYM writers that when your show goes on longer than anyone ever planned, the characters have developed in different ways from what you originally plotted, and the fans have fallen in love with different expectations (by your design, no less), maybe instead of rolling with an ending you taped nine years prior, you need to roll with the “twists and turns” and give your show an ending that makes sense in light of everything else that has happened over the last decade!

HIMYM Series Finale – A Warning to Pop Culture Dad

OBLIGATORY SPOILER ALERT: This post contains spoilers. If you haven’t watched the show yet (and for some reason still want to) and have somehow successfully managed to avoid all the spoilers on Facebook, Twitter, and Google+ just to end up here, you can’t say I didn’t warn you. But why are you clicking on articles about the season finale of a show you haven’t watched yet??


So as you have seen or read by now, HIMYM ended up being not so much How I Met Your Mother and more How I’m Pretending to Tell You a Story a About How I Met Your Mother So I Can Really Make a Case for Banging Aunt Robin… Again. 

It’s only the woman who gave you life. Who cares about hearing about her?

Setting aside the utter bullshit of sticking with an ending the writers planned from season 1, even though it no longer fit the character development or what most of the audience (by every poll about this show in the last five years) wanted [a side effect of a show lasting two or three years longer than it should have], and putting fans through all the anticipation for nothing, here’s my warning to a Pop Culture Dad:
If I die in the next couple of years, while our kids are still very young, and six years later (while they are still kids, mind you), you spend a shitton of time telling them some convuluted story under the pretext of telling them how we met, but it turns out it is really a story of how you were really in love with your ex-girlfriend/a friend of yours, I will f*cking haunt you until the end of time. Every breath you take, every move you make, I’ll be watching—and, more importantly, haunting— you. And her. 

Bullshit. Utter bullshit. 
Oh, and ignoring the fact that a Robin is probably one of the worst options for Ted of all of his ex-girlfriends if he just had to revert back to an old obsession, do Bays and Thomas really expect me to believe that even after six years the kids (emphasis on “kids”) are totally okay with their dad dating their Aunt Robin?? REALLY?!?! 
Although I haven’t lost a parent myself, I have known people who lost a parent early (and widowers who lost a spouse when their kids were young). Losing a parent seems to suspend that part of your childhood—you’re almost perpetually (particularly during your actual childhood) locked in that state. While as adults, most people don’t seem to have a problem with their parents jumping back out there, most kids don’t seem to be okay with their parents jumping back out there while they’re still young. And it seems to be worse when the widow(er) was actually parading their intended around their kids the whole time. Then it’s more like, “So even when mom was alive/dying, you were in love with HER and BRINGING HER TO OUR HOUSE??” Yeah, I’m not buying that whole, “OMG! Yeah! Go for it! Duh!”
[side bar: Is it just me, or do Bays & Thomas seem to have an unhealthy obsession with a wife dying so a guy can date who he really wants?? Marshall’s fantasy life, anyone??]
Pop Culture Girls, I won’t blame you if your dad pulls this crap on you if I die early. It isn’t your fault. You were young and traumatized, and he wore you down with a nine-year long story about nothing. For the record, though: Match.com. You don’t need to sit through some crap story. We met on Match.com. Don’t fall for this “How I Met Your Mother” crap. Now you know. 

You’ve Been Lawyered!

This afternoon, I received an e-mail from a collections agency, containing a PDF of a delinquent account settlement offer. The offer wasn’t for me and wasn’t related to one of my accounts. The e-mail and letter were addressed to a woman with the same last name as me and a first name starting with the same letter, but otherwise wasn’t anywhere close to my name. I assume this company found my e-mail address by randomly sending e-mails to any vague Gmail account with the last name, which looked like it might be hers. Or, perhaps, her original creditor had her correct e-mail address but left off numbers or other identifying characteristics when transferring this information to the collections agency.
 
This is not the first time I’ve received e-mail intended for another C. [Last Name]. In fact, I am now connected on LinkedIn with another person who has the same first initial and last name as me, because I was getting so much of his e-mail, that I finally had to do some Google searching until I found a valid e-mail address for him and implored him to please remember to add the “70” when entering his e-mail address on forms, because I was really tired of getting his magazine subscription info, house listing updates [he is a realtor, which is how I found him], and lunch invites from friends. The whole mix up was pretty funny, and it’s kind of an odd way to meet someone with an overlapping industry and possibly distant cousin relationship [he certainly looks like enough of my family members for it to be possible]–even though it was really annoying at first.
 
I haven’t had as much luck with the other C. [Last Name]s who have accidentally (or on purpose?) directed their e-mails to me. There is one woman in particular, who apparently lives in California, who especially irks me in this regard. I suspect she just doesn’t actually know her e-mail address. From all of the correspondence I have received for her–from AARP, from Match.com (that was the worst!!!), from friends from her former church, from the volunteer center when she apparently worked on Hillary Clinton’s local campaign efforts in 2008, from the… iCan’t…–I know she’s a woman in her early 60s, so I’m guessing she’s just not 100% caught up on her technology? [my parents, for example, can read and post on Facebook, but ask them to change their security settings or even their names, and you get blank stares] I actually now know a lot about this woman, but have yet to find enough to track her down to tell her to Stop. Giving. Out. My. E-mail. Address. I’ve actually responded very sweetly to the people who actually seem to know her (including the Clinton campaign) and asked them to pass the message along. Some of them have even confirmed that they have. However, she continues to give out my e-mail address, and every three months or so, I get a new e-mail directed intended for Constance from California [stop it girl, stop it!].
 
But I digress…
 
This is the first time I’ve gotten highly sensitive information for another person. This PDF attached to the e-mail had this lady’s name, her address, her creditor, and her partial account info [in fact, instead of the last four digits, like creditors are generally supposed to use, they included all but the last four, which meant if I wanted to, I could easily get this woman’s entire account number. I don’t want to.]. Instead of my usual annoyance at the misdirected e-mail, I just got nervous. So I fired off this response to the collection agency:
 
This isn’t [NAME REDACTED]. I don’t even know anyone by that name. Heck, I don’t know anyone who lives in [LOCALE REDATED]. I would suggest that you try her at whatever address and phone number you have on file. I will delete the correspondence so as to not be held legally liable for retaining any of her private information, and I’m sure you would not want to be held in violation of any consumer privacy laws.
 
In the future, you may want to password protect such e-mails with identifiable account information with the last four digits of the person’s social security number…. << This is just a suggestion and should not constitute or be construed to constitute legal advice.
 
Please remove me from your e-mail list.
 
A minute or so after sending the e-mail, it dawned on me—Daaaaaaaamn. I am such a lawyer.


Oops.

EDITOR’S NOTE: The collection agency actually responded thanking me. Apparently the agent filled in the wrong e-mail address. 

How I Met Your Mother — The Last Page

SPOILER ALERT: Honestly, this should go without saying. The episode aired four days ago. If you have not watched it yet, but are clicking on links to anything discussing that episode, then you kinda asked to be spoiled, did you not? But in the interest of not having to moderate a ton of “OMG! I can’t believe you soiled it without warning us!” comments, here is your obligatory spoiler alert.

Show of hands: Who’s still crying happy tears thinking about this episode?

Monday night’s How I Met Your Mother—the greatest moment in HIMYM history or the greatest proposal on television of all time? Discuss amongst yourselves. I am not here for a recap. That has already been done beautifully in a plethora of other places [a side-effect of my originally-written post from Tuesday morning being deleted by my iPad app… But that’s another story for another day….]. I’m going right to the meat and potatoes: the proposal.

Look, we all knew it was going to happen. The season opened with Robin and Barney’s wedding day. We knew a proposal was going to happen and it was going to have to happen soon. I will admit, however, the Patrice thing threw me off. I had just assumed that the Patrice relationship would drag out and that Robin and Barney would somehow plan a quick trip down the aisle shortly after Barney cured whatever illness made him go after Patrice. Pop Culture Dad is more perceptive than me, however. As I mentioned Monday night on the Facebook page, he totally called the ending halfway into the show. Okay, okay, he didn’t predict the whole thing. Even he is not that good.

Seriously, Thomas and Bays deserve Emmys for the carefully-crafted season that led up to this amazing proposal [and, while we’re at it, let’s throw in some nominations for Smulders and my secret BF Harris, too, m’kay?]. Just look at all the pieces that went into “The Robin” and think about how this entire maddening season was worked to lead to this one moment. And while you’re at it, think about how the relationships of the characters have been built from Day One to make this even remotely plausible.

“The Robin” — The Last Play Barney Will Ever Need (Awwwww….)

• Step 1: Admit to yourself you still have feelings for this girl: “I am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with her. More than she knows.”
{sigh….}

• Step 2: Choose the completely wrong moment to make a drunken move after hanging out at a strip club. And get shot down on purpose.

• Step 3: Agree that you two don’t work, locking the door on any future you could have together, “I’m done trying to get you. I can’t do it anymore,” which will drive Robin nuts.

• Step 4: Robin goes nuts.

• Step 5: Find the person who annoys Robin most in the world and ask for her help. Explain everything to Patrice and hope she agrees to help.
{totally didn’t see that coming}

• Step 6: Check with your doctor about possible broken ribs. [insert visual of Patrice squeezing the life out of poor Barnacle]

• Step 7: Pretend to be dating Patrice.
{it all makes sense now}

• Step 8: Wait until Robin inevitably breaks into your place to find The Playbook and show it to Patrice, which you’ll monitor via the hidden cameras you have in your apartment.

• Step 9: After Patrice finds The Playbook, have your first big fight.
{This was pretty funny, watching Barney and Patrice on the balcony looking and gesturing like they were angry, but actually saying things like, “Thank you so much for helping me!}

• Step 10: Prove your loyalty to Patrice by burning The Playbook. And actually burn it. You don’t need it anymore.
{I started tearing up just a little bit here}

• Step 11: Because your friends have no boundaries, they’ll inevitably have an intervention for Robin, which you’ll monitor via the hidden cameras you have in Marshall and Lily’s apartment.
{The perfect representation of how well these friends all know each other}

• Step 12: Tell only Ted about your plan to propose to Patrice.

• Step 13: Wait and see if Ted tells Robin, and if he does, it means your best bro in the world has let go of Robin and has given you his blessing.
{And… Cue more tears. Think about this. Really think about it. It speaks volumes to the relationship between Ted and Barney. Without Ted’s blessing, none of this was moving forward. And Barney loves Ted so much that he was willing to leave the whole thing in his hands. This, to me, is almost better than the relationship between Barney and Robin, which I love}

• Step 14: Robin arrives at her favorite spot in the city and finds the secret final page of The Playbook, the last play you’ll ever run.
{and more tears…}

• Step 15: Robin realizes she’s standing underneath mistletoe.

Now, of course, we reach the part where Robin is understandably peeved at the level to which Barney tricked her, until he implores her to flip the page over and read the last step…

• Step 16: Hope she says yes. [As Robin lowers the page, there is Barney with the ring on blended knee]

{Game OVER, folks! Even my hubby, a former fan who has made fun of this show for the last season, couldn’t hold it together any more. With tears in his eyes, Pop Culture Dad said to me, “Well… That was pretty moving.”}

Huffington Post has a video of the proposal (but not the voiceover of Barney reading the steps) here.

This episode got me thinking about my own proposal this morning. There was once a reality show following men around as they were about to propose, which proclaimed that while the wedding is the most important day of the bride’s life, the proposal is the most important day of the groom’s. That certainly has some truth to it (though I would argue that for couples who have children the births of their children are actually the most important days of both lives, but I digress…). I cannot imagine how stressful the proposal is for most men… you know, the ones who decide to do something monumental instead of just posting something on Twitter. And when the proposal hinges on everything just going right…. Sigh…

Poor Pop Culture Dad. While we both love my engagement story now, he was a total wreck at the time. We were already living together, and he had the engagement planned for a couple of months. He arranged to have lunch with my dad to ask for my hand, and that’s when the first part of his plan went wrong… My dad has a big mouth. My dad called me at work an asked why in the world my boyfriend would want to go to lunch with him, were we trying to get married or something? Really, Daddy?? I remember muttering something to him like, “I don’t think you were supposed to tell me about that.” One of my friends and I tried to come up with other reasons my then-boyfriend may have arranged this secret meeting with my dad. My 30th birthday was coming up. Maybe this was related to my party. Maybe they were planning something bigger than the Hello Kitty and karaoke I had requested? I chose to go with that theory rather than get my hopes up.

Then the day Pop Culture Dad and my dad were supposed to meet, my aunt died. Not just any aunt, either (my mom had 15 siblings and my dad had four, obviously I can’t be close to every single one). My godmother. My mom’s best friend. The aunt who had lived with my mom and I, raising their two kids together as more like brother and sister than cousins, for much of my life. My mom was, understandably, a wreck. There was no way my dad was going to be anywhere other than beside her side [they’ve been divorced for three decades, but are still best friends]. Same with me. So those plans were off. And we had to leave for Louisiana the next day… The day my husband had planned to propose. And he had already had a plate made up to do the proposal.

So what did my dear husband do? Improvise, of course. Even though I was up until 3 a.m. Making funeral arrangements, consoling my mom, and packing for us to drive from Texas to Louisiana, he woke me up at 6 a.m. that morning. Groggy as I was, I still remember that conversation:

PCD: Wake up, honey! I brought you some coffee.
Me: I don’t want any f—ing coffee. I want to sleep.
PCD: We have to go. And you need coffee.
Me: No. I need sleep.
PCD: Trust me. You really want this coffee.
Me: {finally suspecting something was going on an sitting up} Wha—?

And there was my proposal on a plate…. on a flower-filled tray… with the coffee I was too tired to want.

Obviously, nothing went as Pop Culture Dad scripted or planned. While the “god mother dying the day before the proposal” story might make an interesting twist for scripted television, it certainly isn’t one you want in reality. I am told the originally planned proposal involved me coming home to a house filled with flowers. That would have been nice. But my actual proposal was nice too; because at the end of the day, what I had was the man I was madly in love with completely consumed with making sure that I knew exactly how much he was in love with me too. And isn’t that all that matters?

Okie doke. Share some engagement stories. I don’t think I’ve cried enough happy tears this week.

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Ladies (and Some Men), I Have an Announcement I Would Like to Make

Set your DVRs. Now.


Per Entertainment Weekly, Joe Manganiello is going to be on How I Met Your Mother for a two-episode arc starting tonight. If you've never seen the show before or can't figure out how/why Joe fits in, he has a recurring role as Brad, Marshall's friend from law school [Columbia Law, represent!]. Although my favorite storyline involving Brad and Marshall is the Season 2 episode titled “World's Greatest Couple,” where they each broke up with their respective lady-loves and embark on a hilarious and accidentally couple-like bromance, my favorite Brad moment is at the end of Marshall's bachelor party (also Season 2, in an episode appropriately titled “Bachelor Party“). While I haven't been able to find the video anywhere online, let's just say that after the party, the fellas find Brad on the side of the road in the state one would usually find Alcide right after he's transformed from wolf back to (sexy) man.

According to Entertainment Weekly, Brad is now “unkempt and chubby.” While I certainly cannot imagine Yum-iniello that way, it should be pretty funny to watch. 

Per Manganiello, he decided to don the fat suit and bring Brad back to the screen, because the show “was one of those first jobs where things started rolling for me…. I owe a lot to those guys.” It's great to see an actor giving props to one of the roles that helped jump start his career. And with True Blood on hiatus [and me trying to refrain from watching Magic Mike every week], it'll be nice to see a little Prime Time Joe.

How I Met Your Mother appears on CBS Monday nights at 8 p.m. ET/7 p.m. CT. (So, yeah… TONIGHT. Get ready).

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photo courtesy EW.com

This MONTH I’m Loving… Fall Returns to TV!!

There is nothing a TVophile loves more than the start of the fall season, and I am there, baby!

I am that dork who puts show premieres on my calendar so I don’t miss anything by allowing my ADD to let me forget when a show is set to start. For shows that are already in our DVR playlist and which don’t have any dramatic shifts in time slot, we are good to go, but the new shows are sometimes tricky to keep track of.

This week, Entertainment Weekly came out with their Fall TV preview issue:

There is so much awesomeness on that cover, I didn’t know where to begin. Actually, that’s a lie. I began with Once Upon a Time, which is easily my favorite television drama right now. Thank you, ABC, for the mini-marathon last weekend!

Once was very closely followed by The Big Bang Theory (my favorite comedy), then The New Girl (my favorite theme song), the The Mindy Project (one of my most anticipated new shows).

What will the Pop Culture Household (or at least two of us) be watching this year?

Returning Shows

Sundays:
Once Upon a Time (Sept. 30, ABC)
Family Guy (Sept. 30, Fox)
Dexter (Sept. 30, Showtime)

Mondays:
Bones (Sept. 17, Fox)
How I Met Your Mother (Sept. 24, CBS)
2 Broke Girls (Sept. 24, CBS)
Mike & Molly (Sept. 24, CBS)
Castle (Sept. 24, ABC)

Tuesdays
Private Practice (Sept. 25, ABC)
Happy Endings (Oct. 23, ABC)
Don’t Trust the B— in Apt. 23 (Oct. 23, ABC)
Raising Hope (Oct. 2, Fox)
The New Girl (Sept. 25, Fox)

Wednesdays
Modern Family (Sep. 26, ABC)
Law & Order: SVU (Sept. 26, NBC)
Suburgatory (Oct. 17, ABC)
American Horror Story (Oct. 17, FX)

Thursdays
Glee (Sept. 13, Fox)
Up All Night (Sept. 20, NBC)
Parks and Recreation (Sept. 20, NBC)
The Office (Sept. 20, NBC)
The Big Bang Theory (Sept. 27, CBS)
30 Rock (Oct. 4, NBC)

Fridays
Whitney (Oct. 19, NBC)
Community (Oct. 19, NBC)

Saturdays
Saturday Night Live (Sept. 15, NBC) — the first host will be Seth MacFarlane with musical guest Frank Ocean. Yes, please.

New Shows (We will watch these until they suck or get cancelled):*

*indicates I have already watched the pilot on U-verse OnDemand—thank you Big Four networks for making that happen (well, some of you, anyway)!

Sundays:
666 Park Avenue (Sept. 30, ABC)
Call the Midwife (Sept. 30, PBS) — you had me at the title

Mondays
Revolution (Sept. 17, NBC) — blatant Hunger Games ripoff, and I don’t care
Partners (Sept. 24, CBS)

Tuesdays
*Go On (Sept. 11, NBC)
*The New Normal (Sept. 11, NBC)
*Ben and Kate (Sept. 25, Fox)
*The Mindy Project (Sept. 25, Fox)

Wednesdays
Guys With Kids (Sept. 26, NBC)
*Animal Practice (Sept. 26, NBC)
Nashville (Oct. 10, ABC)— I’m a sucker for Hayden Panettierre’s one-note acting
The Neighbors (Sept. 26, ABC)

Thursdays
Elementary (Sept. 27, CBS) — Sherlock Holmes and Lucy Lu? Yes!

Fridays
Made in New Jersey (Sept. 28, CBS)

So, yes, if it is not totally obvious, I watch a lot of television. A lot. This doesn’t even count the shows I love on alternative cable networks, like Psych on USA, which has its own weird season. Now, I just need to go clear the DVR of old Bubble Guppies, Peppa Pig, and Sesame Street episodes [Season 43 premieres Sept. 24, BTW], so we have room for all the grown-up shows!

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