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So, in this week's episode of The Mentalist, the major action takes place in some tony upscale gated subdivision in Sacramento. When the camera pans for the establishing shot of said tony upscale gated subdivision, spouse and I nearly fell out of our seats with laughter at the sight of a craggy hillside directly behind the McMansions.

In Sacramento.

Which is in the center of a very large valley (the Sacramento Valley, to be precise).

Where there are no hills of that size.

shendoah pointed me in this direction:

No Dice for Viva Laughlin

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I should know better. If it's quirky and I like it, it's canceled. Pushing Daisies will probably be next.

*sigh*

Grabbed from grendel1031.

Change the color and/or bold the shows you’ve watched at least three complete episodes of, and italicize a show if you’re certain you’ve seen every episode of it.

You can add up to three shows to the list, but keep them in alphabetical order.

( Sheesh, I've watched a lot of bad television. )

Have you ever noticed...

• ...how much the theme and opening title sequence of Medium resemble those of The X-Files?
• ...how ridiculous David Caruso looks posing against all those sunsets?
• ...how the best TV shows are found on niche cable channels?

Yeah. Me too.

I'm going to murder my husband.

We're watching 24.
One character says to another: "Who are you going to call?"
My husband responds with "Ghostbusters."
Guess who has an earworm now?
Just thought I'd share.

I got in a conversation today about The Young And The Restless.

True confession time: I started watching this soap with my mother when I was about 11 years old. I watched it faithfully and religiously for over twenty years. Then I went to work for the federal government and no longer had an hour-long lunch in which to go home and see the show. I tried taping it for a while, but the tapes gathered dust, and eventually I lost track and lost interest.

Still, old habits die slow and painful deaths. As I told my co-worker, every now and then, when I'm home during the day, I'll tune in. But it takes me only about ten minutes to realize they're still hashing over the same stuff they hashed out all those years ago: Kay & Jill are still at each other's throats; Jack is out to bed the show's latest hot babe who happens to be the wife/girlfriend of his latest business partner; Paul is about to get his heart broken again; Nikki and Victor will marry and divorce and marry and divorce and marry and...well, you get the picture.

And then my co-worker says, "You know that Kay is Jill's mother."

What? What? WHAT?!? How on earth....??? She's a Foster! Poor Irish Catholic from the wrong side of the tracks, with enough ruthless ambition to seduce Kay's husband and get pregnant, claim a share of the Chancellor fortune for her child, and leave her poor Irish Catholic white trash beginnings behind with nary a regret.

Elizabeth, Kay's former housekeeper, is her mother. Her father (whose name I forget) was a cop. Snapper the doctor is her brother. Greg the lawyer is her brother. Jill is the youngest Foster and the only girl.

But no, said my co-worker. The story now goes like this: Kay got pregnant before she was married and gave the infant girl to someone who gave the baby to the Fosters who adopted her. Then Kay married and had her son Brock.

Wait just a doggone minute. Brock is older than Jill. Brock has always been older than Jill. Brock and Jill even had a fling many many moons ago. This means, chronology notwithstanding, not only did Jill have an affair with her own brother, she had an affair with her brother's father, and Brock is not only her son's uncle but her son's brother.

Do you hear "Dueling Banjos"? This story takes place in Wisconsin, not Deliverance!

I'm embarrassed that I even know all this stuff. And that I still care. Crap, I'm probably going to have to start watching the silly thing again.

My head hurts.