Two years ago, I had lists of all the new shows coming out. I evaluated them after the first episode and carefully selected what shows I would continue watching. The new fall tv season was exciting. This year? Meh. I watched Fringe because I happened to catch a promo right before the series premiere. I was unimpressed. Unless it was campy on purpose, I just didn't like it. "Let's make some LSD!" I kept switching back to Jeopardy because the show was getting progressively stupider. It's supposed to be the new X-Files, and I opted to watch a game show instead. I'm like an old lady. If there had been a Law & Order rerun, I probably would have watched that instead.
The only show I'm excited about is Survivor. And I know it's season 75 or something, but I still eagerly await every new season. How many has it been? Borneo, Australia, Africa, Marquesas, Thailand, Amazon, Pearl Islands, All Stars, Vanuatu, Palau, Guatemala, Panama, Cook Islands, Fiji, China, Half All Stars... 16 seasons. Yes, that was from memory. I can also list all of the winners. And the person they beat. My survivor knowledge may be irrelevant, but it is vast. So this is Survivor 17. And I don't care if this show does go on to season 75, I will watch it and I will love it. My first episode I watched was the final tribal council of season 1. I watched it on my first day at BYU, in my room in V Hall, on the tiny tv my parents bought me for high school graduation. Sue gave that crazy rats and snake speech, and the jerk won the million dollars. And I've been hooked ever since.