A year ago on a Tuesday, I was watching the same shows I am now. Hooray for consistency!

Those people on that singing talent show — they keep singing. Endlessly.

Christopher Fucking Hayden ditches out on Lorelai like whiny little baby, to the point where she can't reach him to tell him her father's in the hospital, and I think that's finally — finally! — the end of the Most Ill-Advised Marriage of the Year. He's a gross, self-absorbed shadow of man, and I look forward to Lorelai telling him what-for, once he gets over his pouting and shows up again.

Don't look so innocent, V.

According to TV Guide, Veronica Mars sounds kind of intense tonight. "Veronica tries to find out who slipped a classmate a morning-after pill that caused her to have a miscarriage." I have several problems with that sentence right away, number one being that the morning-after pill does NOT cause miscarriages — it will just stop ovulation or fertilization. In other words, "EC will not cause an abortion or affect an existing pregnancy." Other than that (which may just be TV Guide's misinterpretation of the plot), I will try not to worry too much about the spread of fear-mongering misinformation to millions of young women until the episode actually airs. 

And finally, House offends the handicapped and Gypsies this week. Everything's back to normal. 

So, I guess since no one else is leaping at the opportunity, I'll go ahead and do it.

Yesterday, TiFaux turned one.  If TiFaux were an actual baby we'd be walking with a little help, turning pages in a book and imitating animal noises.  But we're not a baby.  We're just folks who sit on our asses, watch TV and then write about it on the internet the next day.

On Feb. 5, 2006, Maggie wrote an admittedly inauspicious post about Medium, soon to be followed by posts about Superbowl ads, Jon Stewart's new baby and Cristin's musings on Doogie Howser and various members of the cast of Saved by the Bell.  Kyle lived in Germany and talked about the Simpsons and well-dubbed episodes of Gilmore Girls.  Then I'd enter the fold five days later to tell Meredith Grey to fuck off.

It's been a fun year.  Chloe won PR2 and none of us called it.  Maggie went on a crazy Buffy bender and tried to rationalize her own behavior.  Cristin and I invested way more energy into the Real World/Road Rules Fresh Meat

Challenge than it ever deserved.  We told Aaron Sorkin, Lost's John Locke, Rory Gilmore and Johnny Cougar himself that we were sick of their shit.  I consciously tried to not make all my posts homo-pertinent, with limited success.  Kyle carved out his own niche as TV on the Internet correspondent.  We learned to hate/love/hate/love Studio 60.  We devoted a lot space in our brains to Project Runway.  We collected our own bunch of TiFaux sweethearts: Hiro from Heroes, Jim and Pam from The Office (but especially Toby), Jack Bauer, Tim Gunn, Veronica Mars, etc.

Along the way, we got selected as a finalist for some sort of weird award and then lost.  We got some unexpected visits from the outside world.  We went through two bandwidth blackouts.  We loved, we laughed, we learned.

There's no moral to this and I, personally, don't really have any reflections to share.  But it's just weird (good weird) that this has gone on so long. 

So thanks for reading.  Keep checking the site.  I don't know what anyone else has cooked up, but I'm probably going to talk about Top Design and do another one of those little charty things at some point this week.

Love,

Dan