December 08, 2004 // 10:03 p.m.
Where will you be the day after next Tuesday?

"And did we mention the asteroid heading toward Earth?"

The West Wing has become unendurably insipid.

I sat there for an hour with a glazed-over expression. Now with that lame promo, I'm furious. Can Wells do nothing better than a disaster flick knockoff? None of the characters are recognizable. In another episode or two, maybe TWO of them will still have the same job they did at the beginning of the season. Bad stunt casting. No continuity. Asteroids.

This is not my West Wing. No more will I associate this fuck with the masterpiece the real West Wing was, may it rest in peace.

From now on, Wednesday nights at 9pm, I watch some show with Allison Janney and Richard Schiff and Stockard Channing. For the exact same reason I can endure Dirty Dancing for Kelly Bishop's two and a half lines.

And sadly, this is the most legitimate emotion I've been able to conjure all day.

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