Man, you gotta hand it to the Hallmark Network.
It’s fucking 2017, and there’s still some Christmas Shit floating over the cablewaves.
“Love Always, Santa.” “My Christmas Love.”
Crap like this always involves widowers, jilted lovers, single moms and dads, and the occasional abused pet.
Fuck, what a dream job — writing scripts for this swill.
I suppose I’ll slog through a few minutes of the insipid madcap laffs that are Anderson Cooper and that ever-obnoxious Kathy Griffin. Then segue smoothly into the local coverage of people crouched around a glowing tower all waiting for something exciting to happen.
Of course, it’s been a fine year of bad television, and quite frankly I have no expectations that anything will change in 2017.
And yes, I’m still on that quest to see every episode of Cops and SVU free-range (not on-demand, but found feral over the cable waves).