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And with the St. Valentine's Day episode of Gilmore Girls, another log is tossed onto the funeral pyre of television shows that were once good, but are now irredeemably bad (and soon to be abandoned by me). One by one, my favorite shows are descending to unwatchable incomprehensibility due to poor writing and directing. Law & Order: Criminal Intent, Monk, Alias, and Coronation Street no longer occupy my schedule. Joan of Arcadia was ruthlessly cancelled, but at least I am comforted by the knowledge that it was spared the downward spiral of no return into which Gilmore Girls has plunged. Is it worth wasting more than this paragraph decrying the incompetent writing that has beset the series? I don't know, but I can say that I am now no longer a regular television viewer (except for Deadwood, which really doesn't count since I must watch it on DVD since I do not subscribe to HBO).

I rented The Pacifier from Netflix. It was O.K.; it gets a 4 or 5 on a scale from 1 to 10. (It seems I've been watching a lot of mediocre movies lately. I guess one can't bounce between extremes forever.) My expectations were not out of proportion with the experience. (Why would I want to watch this film, you ask? Well, Lauren Graham was the main attraction for me, and some of the scenes in the commercials were funny. Those scenes comprised most of the humor value in the movie. I won't say I wasn't warned.)

There are about a hundred things I ought to be doing right now other than complaining about television shows and movies, so I think I'll do a few of those now.