General TV musings.

I flipped past Bewitched, which set off my Darrin rage. He really is King of All Douchebags. You might think there are douchier guys out there, but there aren't. I mean, I seriously have no idea what Samantha could see in him, other than to secretly laugh at him behind his back. I can picture her at some witch cafe with her buds: "LOL DARRIN. Think I'll have a couple of kids with him and then ditch his whiny ass."

AHEM.

Tangentially related, why do many witch/wizard/superpower-type TV people shun their powers for the "mortal" life? I can understand hiding that kind of thing from prying eyes since otherwise you'll start getting people looking at you as their own personal genie, but if I can snap my fingers to scrub the toilet, HELL YEAH I'D DO IT. WHAT ARE YOU, INSANE?

AHEM. Again.

And completely unrelated, since I'm on a reading kick, I think I might actually try the Harry Potter books. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

ETA: Speaking of reading, I tried Alexander McCall-Smith's The Sunday Philosophy Club. I loved The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency but hated 44 Scotland Street, both done by him. Unfortunately, The Sunday Philosophy Club didn't do it for me either. I didn't even bother finishing the book. It's like whenever he writes in a Scottish setting, there's this undercurrent of cynicism that just isn't there when he writes in a Botswana setting. Very disappointing.

General TV musings.

I flipped past Bewitched, which set off my Darrin rage. He really is King of All Douchebags. You might think there are douchier guys out there, but there aren't. I mean, I seriously have no idea what Samantha could see in him, other than to secretly laugh at him behind his back. I can picture her at some witch cafe with her buds: "LOL DARRIN. Think I'll have a couple of kids with him and then ditch his whiny ass."

AHEM.

Tangentially related, why do many witch/wizard/superpower-type TV people shun their powers for the "mortal" life? I can understand hiding that kind of thing from prying eyes since otherwise you'll start getting people looking at you as their own personal genie, but if I can snap my fingers to scrub the toilet, HELL YEAH I'D DO IT. WHAT ARE YOU, INSANE?

AHEM. Again.

And completely unrelated, since I'm on a reading kick, I think I might actually try the Harry Potter books. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

ETA: Speaking of reading, I tried Alexander McCall-Smith's The Sunday Philosophy Club. I loved The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency but hated 44 Scotland Street, both done by him. Unfortunately, The Sunday Philosophy Club didn't do it for me either. I didn't even bother finishing the book. It's like whenever he writes in a Scottish setting, there's this undercurrent of cynicism that just isn't there when he writes in a Botswana setting. Very disappointing.