I never thought that, but I could see why someone would.
I never thought that, but I could see why someone would.
Can one man truly know Wayne Newton?
The first year only. It was Jeopardy-themed until they added a legal disclaimer (joke) that it wasn't connected to Jeopardy after real legal action was threatened.
Andy Richter Controls the Universe was the first time I found myself actually feeling sad after a TV series cancelaton. And then the elation off seeing it actually was getting a midseason come-back the next year only for another cancellation.
Hal Sparks slowly killing Talk Soup? (Okay, he wasn't awful, but it was a huge step-down in quality).
He was on for too long to count here (six or seven years).
That was a good show in the day. The guest interviews were typically near-zeroes, but the absurdist recurring bits and field pieces were great.
Thank you Mr. Gladstone.
The show that gave us Uncle Fran's Musical Forest.
That really was awful—but I give him credit for never once acting like it wasn't any time I saw it.
And if not, wouldn't REM be the perfect choice?
The fact that the actors were clearly crying very real tears (apparently the shoot was incredibly long for being a bottle episode because it took so long for usable line reads) makes it very difficult to watch. It's probably the most uncomfortable episode in sitcom history, and not in a bad way.
Rescue Me pretty much abandoned its other characters beyond the second season. It seems Denis Leary completely skipped that step here to save time.
That was many clubs I remember existing but had no idea what purpose it served. I myself was too awesome for school clubs.
Wait, the Kilborn File got cancelled?
I was offered a job based on an obviously fake profile I just use for stalking. I listed fake-name me as having graduated from Miskatonic University, extols the virtues of paper-shredding, says my greatest talent is being able to grow a mustache, and that my only award is a not guilty verdict. Something tells me…
To my archives!
Did anybody guess 1968? The answer was pretty obviously 2008, but that's the only wrong answer I really see anyone going with or not immediately reject (let's face it: Humphrey's name recognition or existence hasn't really endured too much).
So when does this cycle reach its eventual conclusion of Taylor Swift covering her own songs by way of eight other versions?
Perfect Day. Playing a song I love only makes me dislike the show more.