Love

I loved my father, bless his heaven-living pointy head.

But I didn't like his TV habits. I risk alienating at least a few of you, my faithful, but fucking Quantum CSI x 1,000,000 really got to me. What, what's the name? How many times can you manipulate CSI? Miami? New York? Havana CSI? CSI: Antarctica: McMurdo Sound, Cabin Thirteen? What the fucking FUCK is up with these shitty throwaway "procedural" crime dramas that have not a whit of a basis in reality? It's worse than wasting precious minutes of your life watching a hockey game. But good ol' dad watched them like a monk gazed at the Cross.

Jeopardy. The world came to a screeching halt with Holy Jeopardy.

And what was bad about the whole thing was that he couldn't be swayed. Fuck, "24" came on and he was truly lost to the world.

"Umm, Dad, I'm here visiting you for a week from Montreal and I actually wanted to talk to you about your wartime experiences . . .

?

"

Nope. Alex Trebek trumped all the Nazis he bombed to death.

I am heavily allergic to: sitcoms, procedurals, opera, politics, stock market and baseball, and that's what my dad loved.

Let's just hope Heaven has 500 channels.