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Every once in a
while, we experience TV nights so painful, we
question our very existence. We ask ourselves: is
there more to life than dissecting
Home
Improvement episodes for
their Sartrean themes? Have we seen Dennis Franz's
NYPD Butt to the point of cultural saturation? The
answer: Hell yes.
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Luckily, these
moments of philosophical introspection are easily
derailed by flipping to Skinemax and catching the
last 20 minutes of The Pamela
Files: Part 4. It's a
tube-rule as tried and true as "Oprah Moves
Merchandise": the best way to defuse a TV bomb
scare like last night is to channel surf.
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First up, The
Caucasian Broadcasting System (CBS) was showing
Robin Hood:
Prince of Thieves starring
Kevin "I'm Too Big A Star For Dialect Coaching"
Costner and Christian "I'm A Junkie But I Didn't
Bite That Guy" Slater. Herein lies a valuable
lesson: if Bryan Adams is doing your theme
song, get your
money up front 'cause the chances for a box office
smash are about as good as Beavis or Butthead
winning the Best Lesbian Emmy. <surf>
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NBC introduced
a new approach to their line-up: Must-Hurl TV.
Mad About
You was on, but
(heh heh, he thaid 'but') we were too preoccupied
finding Waldo on the back of our box of Life to
catch more than a glimpse of Jonathan Winters as
the Buckman baby. That Paul Reiser. No
wonder he's a
millionaire. <surf>
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ABC
thrilled us with not
one, but two episodes of Home
Improvement, neither of
which we watched. It's just too hard to justify to
friends and family. Plus, Wilson the neighbor
reminds us of the Unabomber. Think about it: he
never shows his face and keeps spewing Zen advice.
Look out Tool
Time fans, Tim's
not the only one who makes 'splosions.
<surf>
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All in all, the
night was looking bleak. We had found Waldo and
still had time to kill. As always, MTV saved the
day; finally, something we could watch. They aired
Prime Time Beavis and
Butthead and we never
miss an opportunity to hear the word "bunghole"
used at least six times in an hour. Now
that's
Sartre.
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