Aaron Sorkin, Where Are You?

Dare I go from something as profound as an engagement to something as mundane as television? Well, I can't help myself.

I am in deep lament over the fabulousness that is missing from The West Wing. The West Wing of old... was filled with Sorkinesque wit and cleverness. The last couple of seasons are, well, not filled with Sorkinesque wit and cleverness. I hate Aaron Sorkin right up there with Nora Ephron who is yet another scriptwriter that should be punished for being better than me.

Okay, I'll try to stop being bitter now.

In the meantime, while I'm waiting for The West Wing to come back to its senses, I'm watching a lot of Little House on the Prairie. Because I'm a masochist, this is something I have to admit in public knowing full well how it's going to go.

It's going to go a lot like it goes at my house. It starts with a rolling of the eyes and when THAT persecution doesn't stop my undesireable behavior, then the ridicule begins. Now my husband is threatening to out me to my friends and family. I thought he might be bluffing since it's pretty embarrassing for him.

So just in case he's not bluffing here is my preemptive strike -- I watch Little House on the Prairie. Frequently. I have Tivo, so I can do that with impunity (and do).