I have been uncharacteristically productive over the past few months. The secret to my success? The writers strike. Best thing that ever happened to me.
Tonight I was reminded why I haven't turned on the TV during primetime since December (except of course for Friday Night Lights). Abram came home early and while I blogged he switched back and forth between American Gladiator and Dance War: Carrie Ann vs. Bruno. Yeah, I know.
It doesn't get much worse than Hulk Hogan hosting. Highlight of the night? When the gladiator "Wolf" let the contender know, "The last one got by me because he ran away like a scared rabbit, but when I get through with you you're not even going to be able to move." Yeeeeeees. Touche Wolf, touche.