Frosty the Snowman

What better way to get into the holiday spirit than with an old tv classic?

Say, for example, Frosty the Snowman?

What is that you say? This isn't how your remember it exactly?



The best part is who made it. Finally, a network realizing you don't have to take everything so seriously, especially during the holidays.

He's a wookie and they are more intelligent than they appear!

How I Met Your Mother returned in fine form last night, setting up everyone just about right for a great season.

Marshall, Lily, Robin, Ted and Barney are back after a rushed post-writers-strike jog to the finish line last season.

And it all revolved a bit around Star Wars! What's there not to like!

The Force is definitely with them.

Here's the season premiere, as long as CBS keeps it online:



You know where I'll be Monday nights (or Tuesday or Wednesday, depending on the Tivo).

Sandcastles in the Sand

Oh, the fabulous angst...



To think what would have happened if Robin Sparkles had hit it big, from Alberta to Ontario.

My latest true love (and the forces that are breaking us apart)

Dear CBS,

It's taken me far too long to say this, and now that it took me three years to figure it out, it may all just disappear.

So I must be resolute and type this out loud:

I'm in love with How I Met Your Mother.

So please, for the love of all that's decent, sort out this writer's strike thingy that I have seriously mixed feelings about.

Watching Tina Fey on the news today in her New Yorker black uniform with a solidarity picket or Jay Leno with his million-dollar-contract-but-I'm-an-everyman donuts was awkward enough.

I'm not sure I want to fathom spring without more clues about mommy and why I feel strangely compelled to buy the DVDs (that the writers apparently won't get a cut of, because I'm a bad bad consumer for supporting evil corporations that produce great stuff like this) so I can catch up on Marhall and Barney's whole slap countdown story.

I do get that the writing team behind such a great show deserves their piece of the success pie, especially with Hollywood's notoriously murky accounting. But seriously, it's not like they're picketing for black lung awareness.

The truth is the writers want their moment to make their point. And we all just know this may be a long awkward picket season, considering directors and actors have their own contract plights to renegotiate in the new year.

I can't wait for Brangelina to show their solidarity with all their kids. Perez Hilton will have a field day with that.

But I digress.

So now instead of watching the awkwardness of Ted and Robin not dating, or Marshall and Lily making sadly-relatable googly eyes at each other, I face with dread the moment you sear my eyes with Celebrity Big Brother, Farmer Wants A Wife or Gymnastics with the D-List.

So, CBS, I'll give some lovin' to whatever you have left for me of Ted, Marshall, Lily, Robin and Barney this season.

If you do rip us apart, be gentle, and don't get mad if I find better things to do with my Mondays while you barrage us with 48 Hours Mysteries. I do have a mountain of neglected DVDs begging for attention.

If it's any consolation, you'll still see me around occasionally for The Amazing Race and Survivor, so I'll be checking in.

Hopefully someone will still be around to write a happy ending for Ted and his kids before 2030.

Sincerely,

RandomTope