Polly has a Reality TV Problem; I have a Serial Drama Problem.
Which is why I was intrigued by the promos for ABC’s Nashville. And also why I was determined to not watch the pilot because I. Already. Watch. Too. Many. Shows.
But then NCIS wasn’t new last night and Sister went searching on OnDemand.
Sister: Should we?
Penny: Ahhhh. I don’t know. I’m kinda afraid to? I want it to be the new GCB, but I also don’t because I do not need any more shows.
Sister: Me too. Me. Too. But… better to start now than have to get caught up?
First commercial break.
Sister: Well, if this doesn’t get better we aren’t going to have to worry about watching it.
Penny: They… have good hairdressers?
Laundry, Facebooking, lunch packing, intermittent watching.
Penny: What just happened?
Sister: She [Connie Britton] is complaining about her [Hayden Panettiere].
Penny: And then they cut to the shot of Hayden lying in sexy repose amidst tangled silk sheets?
Sister: Pretty much. Yes, that is what happened.
Yet more distracted watching. Penny sits down to see the last five minutes.
Sister: You like them, don’t you?
At least I have stopped watching Greys, Bones and Glee. I am, therefore, still watching fewer shows than last year. Losing battles, but winning the war. (Also, I knew I knew that song.)