January 1, 2006

Two days ago I rented the first two DVDs from season one of Desperate Housewives, a show I had never seen before I pressed “play” on my computer.

And, having finished the first eight episodes, I see now what an empty, meaningless husk my life was without this program in it.

How is it possible that any of us found any fulfillment or real beauty in the world before this show?

And I haven’t even gotten to the pool scene yet.

Please, no spoilers in the comments.