No longer can millions of children lie upon their bellies in front of the TV, cereal in hand, feet waving in the air, their eyeballs glued to the same cartoon.
I do not think any other TV show, even “Nova,” has ever crammed so many “particle accelerators” into one episode.
Annalist Keating is clever, calculating, a cheater, a practitioner of tough love. But not choleric.
I liked those cranky, spunky, sickly kids because they know what it took us old people a long time to learn: Life isn’t fair.
"Nobody owns anything but everyone is rich — for what greater wealth can there be than cheerfulness, peace of mind, and freedom from anxiety?"
“Four Weddings” is a wonderful way to waste an hour. Er, no, I mean, it’s a wonderful way to vicariously attend four weddings and marvel at how the brides, strangers to each other, bond as they watch each other take their vows.
I interviewed the Simpsons. "Unpossible," you say?
What reality show wouldn’t benefit by featuring a man who teaches would-be models with precise instructions like: “Walk as though you’re walking through hell in gasoline-soaked pajamas.”
I’d like to propose a new reality series that is like "Big Brother" meets "Survivor." I call it: “Who’s Bolder In Boulder?”
In some clips, you can see a thief kick his way out of the rear window and run really fast (but not fast enough), and a thief who tells the cops: “Hey, I don’t know whose car it is.” Points for honesty.