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I found myself in front of the John Walsh Show the other day. It wasn't intentional, I was trolling for Star Trek. He had on teenagers that were, well, screwed for being teenagers (a kid trying to start an anarchy club, another with a "terrorist" rap song, 2 girls educating kids on birth control). And it was good. He was, well, intelligent, and reasonable, and stood up for common sense, of all things. And yet I'm still guilty.
Oh, and Columbo really is the shiznit. That's not a guilty pleasure at all, and shame on anyone who thinks so. I used to watch it, rapt with glee, waiting for the moment when he explains to the perp how he spent the last night dumpster diving for the crucial piece of evidence to convict him. And that he couldn't shoot a gun worth a damn, and he knew it. Someone told me that his "never-seen wife" got a show of her own at some point, and it was ST:Voyager's Captain Janeway. No wonder he never went home. |
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