The following post represents the views of the author and the author alone. The suggestions made therein are just that: suggestions. They are to be taken under advisement and are not the work of backhand NBC palm-greasing shenanigans. After much consideration, the author thought better of adding that he " wouldn't mind having Tina Fey grease his palms." Understandable, really.
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As I mentioned on Friday, the second season of '30Rock' has finally made it to The Box. In my darkest hours, I thought that day might never come. Thanks for tempting me back off the mediocre TV ledge, Five USA!
At this point, just about everyone interested in worthwhile programming will have either watched a little, intended to watch a little, or decided that they have no sense of humour, sold their TV, and pulled a Walden. If you are of the latter persuasion, I hope you brought a journal to record how much you miss TV. However, if you fall into either of the first two categories, get your ass to Amazon or Play stat. There's never been a better time to catch up with Liz, Jack, Tracy, et al. Season One, at 13 bones 99*, is a snip.
What's that I hear no-one asking? How were the first two episodes? Pretty good. Seinfeld was a bit iffy in the first, and only really came to the fore when Liz simultaneously cried/impersonated him. Though, Tracy's 'Werewolf Bar mitzvah' video was easily on par with such classics as Fat Bitch and Who Dat Ninja? In terms more befitting this blog, the double-bill was the televisual equivalent of Phyllis Deitrichson showing you her legs at the top of a tall stairway; the best, one hopes, is still to come.
*Porn about a promiscuous, superstitious android?
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