You know what sucks?

Network television. I broke down and bought an antenna, also known by its technical name as "rabbit ears." It's been alright so far--I watched Tiger take the British Open and have enjoyed various local coverage of Houston weather patterns. (Check out the large swath of green around Houston and Galveston right now.) But, for the love of God, can network programming be any worse? I guess I may have too small a sample size, because I know that some shows are okay by me (e.g., House, Law and Order), but last night I endured some really painful shit. Actually I do have corroboration: my wife also endured this painful shit with me. Two and a Half Men? Christ on a Cross! And whatever the next show was, something with Doogie Howser, M.D. in it, was just as bad. Maybe I'm just spoiled by the glory years of network T.V.: ALF, Punky Brewster, Doogie. Well I guess those aren't exactly glorious feats themselves. Oh well. At least the Playstation 2 consoles. The bitter steve v. jefe rivalry was ratcheted up a notch last night, with the indominatable Uruguayans besting my pesky 'Roos from Down Under. I capitalized that because that's what I call Australia, thank you very much.