It seems like ever since the show began peopole have been complaining about it. So don't watch the damn thing and leave the rest of us in peace to enjoy it.

Fanboys join the fray on "Survivor," while "The L Word" fumbles but doesn't drop the soap!

I guess this what happens when you get used to being the most incarcerated country in the world. A certain hardness and meanness takes over. And then rape isn't such a bad thing, after all.

Whatever you do, don't drop your soap.

That can be our new national motto, eh?

It's who we are.

And more important, how can I find someone that bossy to boss me around, too?

Come right here to the comments section! I'm sure you'll have plenty of instructions, so many in fact that you won't possibly be able to follow them all. That's the point, right?

If that phrase means nothing to you, start doing some research. The grim Lord of Apokalyps is probably just the Master that Havrielsky has been looking for. In fact, I wonder if her brain contains the Anti-Life Equasion that would eliminate all free will among intelligent beings, the boon that Darkseid has sought for centuries. That would explain a lot about her writing style.

It's been one of the remarkable elements of this megacorporation-dominated decade that HBO is still willing to allow a few small productions creative freedom. When you consider what mush their owners, AOL Time Warner, make of Warner Brothers movies and TV shows, and how they are still trying to impoverish and eliminate the WGA writers, it's amazing. I bet it won't last too many years longer, so enjoy it while you can.

As for Lost, yes, it died in the middle of the third season. It became obvious, as it did in the second season of Twin Peaks, that the creators didn't have anything in mind, that they were stringing the viewers along, throwing out little bits of business to try and keep the audience interested. It doesn't help that said little bits of business include gratuitous character death and grisly visuals. Where in the old days, the burlesque comic would drop his pants when his jokes failed, today dramatic film producers carve the sexual organs out of a preteen to achieve the same effect.

But maybe the whole idea of Lost was flawed from the beginning. Darkseid, remember, was created by Jack Kirby. He invested such heart, intelligence and meaning in his characters that a slew of writers have been writing stories about them, long after his death, and they're still interesting. But on TV, just three seasons out, we just want Lost to get lost.

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This is to television what the endless rounds of UFO Investigations are to the History Channel.

But what else can we expect in world where Britney Spears is the new General Motors (or so it seems given the spate of articles about her impact on the economy), and Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton are being ridiculed for not being as white trashy/skanky/crazy as the market leader?

The writers went on strike, and the reality shows we are getting dumped on us are no worse than what they were getting paid to write.

Anyway. I know a lot of the guys that chick is trying to get hooked up (metaphorically speaking - I don't actually know anyone on the show). I have, in fact, come perilously close to being one of those guys, and God help me but I still hold out hopes of doing so. Used to be that in order to become filthy rich you had to either choose the right parents or be a highly charismatic individual who could get others to listen and believe. Now you just need to pick the right company and hope it doesn't fold before the IPO. Blame it on the day traders, but these guys haven't spent their childhoods vacationing in Europe and attending the right schools. They were holed up in their rooms with their PC's developing the skills that eventually got them all that money. So don't hate on the gold-digging sea-donkeys. They were simply born 2 generations too late, and are doomed to spend their lives wishing they could have lived in a time when a gold-digging sea-donkey could get hooked up with a guy who would never dream of using a pizza for a wristwatch (old programmer's joke) or making her watch him do something really cool on his X-Box. On the other hand, hopefully the guys in question will still be rich when they get over this and find better women.

It really is pretty amazing that HBO continues to create some of the best television ever in the middle of the current media dark ages, especially when you consider that a) they'd still be the best if they were only half as good and b) their corporate masters have never shown any particular desire to be excellent at anything. Hats off to them.

And Roger, what do you expect? She's writing about television, which has become an absolute wasteland. I don't watch most of the shit she writes about, but I still make time to read sharp, funny commentary - even when it's wrong :)

...Millionaire Matchmaker is a HUGE farce.

One of the "millionaires" is actually a guy I sublet my apartment to last spring. He was not only NOT a millionaire, but not even a hundred-aire as he tried to bilk me out of the $500 deposit, and tried to "buy" the used furniture for free.

Oh, and he wasn't shopping for a new wife last spring. He already had a creepy mail-order Ukrainian child-bride 18 years his junior...who he'd picked up when she was 15.

FYI: it's the roller-skating dude. My friend first spotted him in one of the promo spots and called me to howl with glee at the ridiculousness of my roller-skating subletter who was, by the way, really horrible to his wife and tried to be really horrible to me.

But with all that, still clearly NOT a millionaire...or he would've been living somewhere better than the fleabag Hollywood motel where he and his wife were shacked up before they took my cut-rate sublet, and giving me my $500 deposit wouldn't have required calling the cops and the landlord.