Adios, Jericho. I’ll see you in January (maybe), Survivor. The Nine, I think I’ll miss you most of all. (Would you be up for a strictly Internets-based relationship?) Yes, folks, it’s that time of year when my DVR fills to near-overflow capacity, my weekends get spent in a frenzy of catch-up TV watching, and I consider checking into a clinic for television dependency. (But it feels so good!) And then, finally, I decide it’s time for some tough love.
For me, Wednesdays are so packed, with Lost, Dancing With the Stars, and America’s Next Top Model on my must-see list, and Medium and American Idol returning soon. And that’s why tonight, I’m deleting my backlog of Jericho episodes, and extinguishing my season pass. Admittedly, this move has been a long time coming; I haven’t actually watched since the totally ludicrous second episode, where Skeet Ulrich (pictured) tried to make like a small-screen Jean-Claude Van Damme. I just didn’t have the heart to pull the plug, till now anyway. Same with The Nine, though the siren call of back episodes at ABC.com has me reconsidering.
As for Survivor, I’ve only missed one season since its debut, but it’s fallen to fourth place (behind Ugly Betty, The Office, and Grey’s Anatomy) on my Thursday-night dance card, and, well, I just don’t have that much love to give – not since the Cylons started invading my heart every Friday. I know I’m not alone, so tell the PopWatch therapy circle about the tough TV cutbacks being made in your home as the holiday approaches. There’ll be cookies and juice (plus hugs) for those of you brave enough to share.